Page 113 of The Writer He Haunted


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Fuck, I needed to work out more.

“Keep them there,” she told me, and slid her hand down the center of her body until she found between her legs.

My eyes widened, Everett’s wrist disappearing as I watched her slide the fingers that had just been inside me inside of her.

I squeezed tightly, her hand finding my right breast, squeezing and twisting. I mimicked her motions, her moans falling from her lips as she started grinding against her own hand. “Fuck, Olivia. I might just steal you away.”

Before I could respond, I felt something new between my legs, and then Everett’s arms wrapping around my thighs, his head sliding between them. My eyes widened, a new sensation exploding through me as he flicked his tongue against my clit and finally sucked it between his teeth.

I cried out, my legs clamping down around his head, my hands tightening around Evelyn’s tits, wishing it was his hair. “Oh my God,” I whimpered, tears filling my eyes. “Don’t stop, please don’t st—” He flattened his tongue, driving it up the center of me before sliding it back in, sucking and flicking. Biting. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think.

Evelyn twisted my tit, my hips bucking up, the sounds of her moans mixing with mine, Everett’s tongue working hard and fast until—

I exploded over his tongue, cumming into his mouth, my body straining painfully against Evelyn’s weight. He slurped up what he could, my body sparking in electrified pleasure, before his head disappeared, my body collapsing into the bed, only for his cock to slam into me a moment later with no warning.

I cried out, my body bucking back, causing Evelyn to fall on top of me.

“Look at me,” Everett snarled. “Now.”

Evelyn laughed, adjusting herself on top of me until her head was buried in my neck, her hand still between her legs, mine wrapping around her. She kissed my neck gently and then sucked.

I whimpered, finding Everett’s silver eyes. Everything wasoverly sensitive now, and it felt like nirvana. He grabbed my legs and jerked me towards him, angling my hips up, causing Evelyn to fall near to my chest.

His hands tightened around my knees as he slammed into me, Evelyn adjusting herself, biting my neck, finger-fucking herself on top of me.

I dragged my nails down her back, the warmth filling me again, pounding through me, my skin on fire, a cyclone of emotions raging through me as he watched me tearing into his sister just like I had torn into him not a week ago.

He hated it. He hated that she was doing this. He hated that there was something between the two of us, I could see it in his eyes. Hehated it.

But that just wasn’t fair. He wasn’t allowed to tell me I was nothing but payment and then look at me as if he owned me. He didn’t. This was payment. Nothing more. Nothing less.

“Evelyn,” I panted, shoving her back.

Her eyes met mine.

I grabbed either side of her head and pulled her down until her lips found mine again.

She moaned, grinding against her hand, her lips working against mine, her teeth grazing my lip.

I jutted my hips up, his cock hitting that perfect spot as he thrust harder and angrier. I moaned into her mouth, deepening the kiss, feeling the way her body moved against mine, the way her tits pressed against mine.

Fuck.

Holy fuck!

Everett snarled, slamming into me harder and harder.

I pulled away from Evelyn, tears streaming down my cheeks, whimpers leaving my lips, her forehead falling to mine.

“That’s it, baby girl, feel it,” she panted, her own voice getting deeper as her end neared. “Feel it all.” She moaned, her faceshifting, and I held it there, watching her, fascinated by the way she looked on the verge of cumming.

But then she was gone.

I gasped, my head jerking to my headboard where Everett had thrown her.

She grunted, sliding to the pillows, her body covered in sweat. “What thefuck?” she snarled, turning to Everett.

But he fell on top of me, jerking one knee up to my ear, his hand wrapping tightly around my throat as his forehead found mine.