She shakes her head. “No. Here.”
This bold little thing. I could die.
I barely remember Knox until he makes a sound, a single low “fuck” under his breath, and the heat in the room spikes.
I carefully thrust my fingers inside her as she buries her face in the crook of my neck.
“I want to feel you, Dimitri,” she whispers and lets her hands wander. Down my chest, over my ribs, and then all the way to my belt where she hesitates, fingers trembling.
She glances to the side, finds Knox watching us, and when Hope meets his eyes, he raises his chin in a way I’ve seen only a handful of times: permission, but also the promise that if I do it wrong, he’ll break my jaw.
The wildest part is that Hope’s not scared by it. If anything, she relaxes, her hands steadier as she undoes my belt.
She leans into my ear and says, “Will you say ‘good girl’ if I do it right?”
I can’t help but shudder. “Every time you want.”
She drags my zipper down and finds me already hard. She teases me through my boxers, slow at first, just testing the outline, then braver, wrapping her hand around me as best she can.
With my free hand, I bundle up her dress and glide it up her body. I’m halfway when Jaxon comes up from behind and pulls the dress off of Hope’s body, revealing her naked skin beneath. She doesn’t hide, or cower, and she frees my cock.
Jaxon takes a seat to our right, a smirk plastered on his face as he licks his lips. I palm Hope’s breast and lift her hips.
I pull my fingers from her pussy and line my cock against it. I watch her closely, not wanting to miss a single moment. And carefully, I let her sink down on me. Her lips part, her eyes roll back.
She’s so tight around me, perched on my lap, wet and trembling. She sets the pace, starts slow, little shifts of her hips.
I watch her face through it all. I want to remember every flicker of pleasure, every stutter of her eyelashes, the way soft moans spill from her parted lips and how she starts to tremble when she realizes that for once, she’s the one in control. She can do anything to me, and I’ll take it, crave it, beg for it.
“That’s it, Hope,” I whisper.
She rides me, and I force myself to move with her, hands guiding her hips, keeping her rhythm even as she starts to lose it. Her eyes flutter shut, and when I ease my thumb to her clit, she gasps so loud I feel it echo in my own chest. She clamps down on me, and holy shit. “Fuck, Hope,” I groan, and try not to come as she clenches. “Good girl. Good—Christ—girl.”
I want her to let go, to come for me while Knox and Jaxon watch, but I feel the hesitation, this little spike of fear in her, and I slow just enough that she’s not overwhelmed.
Knox groans again. I look at him and see the hunger on his face, the need in his eyes.
“She wants all of us,” I say, and the words are raw, hungry, true. “She needs it, Knox.”
Knox edges closer, then gently pulls Hope’s hair so her head tips back, neck exposed. He kisses down her throat and murmurs, “You’re such a good girl, Hope.”
She moans at the praise, rolling her hips faster. I fuck up into her, feeling her get tighter and wetter with every second. I’m close, but I don’t want to end it yet. I want to see how far she’ll go, how much she can take.
Jax moves next to us, all teeth and wicked charm. He pushes Hope’s thigh aside, his fingers replacing mine, rubbing circles over her clit where we’re joined. The feeling, the sight of it, her opening up for us, taking everything—it breaks something in me.
“You guys,” Hope whimpers, but doesn’t stop, never slows down. “Don’t stop, please.”
Jax flashes a smile. “Didn’t plan to.” He leans down and kisses her shoulder, then her cheek, then captures her mouth for a second, bruising and rough.
My hand wanders to her breast, to the scars we gave her. I bend closer, my lips tracing over the raised edges.
“Mark me, sweetheart,” I whisper against her skin, sensing her heart stutter under my lips.
Her breath falters. “Now?” she asks and Jaxon places a knife in her hand before she can even think about it.
I see the doubt, the turmoil. I thrust up and toy with her nipples, drawing her back to the pleasure. She swallows her moan, her shoulders relax and she glides the metal over my shirt.
I smile at her and rip my shirt in half, baring myself before her. I take her hand with the knife and press it on my skin.
