“You almost let him in. We drove hours to get to you, to protect you, we left hockey behind, protests from the hotel guards, and youalmost let him in.”
The analysis doesn’t take long. “So you’re treating me like shit because you’re scared?”
A smile hooks one corner of his mouth. I feel his cool breath fan my lips as he breathes a small laugh. “So good with everyone else’s psyche, Neve, but why don’t you let me probe yours?”
I press my lips together and shake my head. My knees feel weak, my heart fluttering like a butterfly, but it’s not light in my veins. There’s a shade of dark I don’t want him to see.
My stomach cramps, too, and my period will start soon. My belly is bloated, my breasts heavy, and as much as I want to fuck him, I don’t want him to feel that side of me. All of this istoo much.The PMS, Nolan at the door, Detective Lincoln searching my home, this shop.
Mom’s text.
“Please go home.” I’ll beg if I have to. If he makes me. If only to protect myself.
But it’s Faust’s voice who answers, a shadow at the end of the aisle, and all he says is, “No.”
Sylvan’s smile widens. “I’m not going any-fucking-where, baby girl. You’re mine, now.”
“I thought I was just a whore.”
He turns his head and bites my neck, hard, then pulls back as the pain stings in my throat. “Shut up.” Then he trails one hand to my waist. My stomach jumps and I suck in, tilting my pelvis away from him, only for my ass to crash against the wood behind me.
Sylvan frowns. “Who got in your head like that?”
My cheeks grow warm in the darkness and I pray he can’t tell. It’s obvious with his words he knows what I was trying to do.
Hide. Shrink.
He drops both hands to me now, fingers finding my waist, flowing over my hips. “Who made you think you needed to be small to be seen?” He cups his hand over my bloated belly, under my cami. “Who told you this wasn’t the hottest thing any man has ever touched?”
My cheeks heat and I know I’m hot but seeing and holding those imperfections I’ve tried so long to keep hidden nearly breaks me.
I don’t speak. Sylvan doesn’t look away.
“Answer his questions.” Faust’s low voice is closer, and I see him over Sylvan’s shoulder.
“Who broke you down and built your walls?” Sylvan presses. “Because if it’shim,”he sinks to his knees and a little breath of surprise leaves me, “there’s no need for a manhunt.” He hooks his fingers in my sleep shorts and pulls them down where they puddle into silk on the floor between my feet. The coldness hits between my thighs, and I shiver.“I’ll fucking kill him.”
Faust steps forward then and he doesn’t hesitate to grip my jaw and tilt my head up, kissing me at the exact moment Sylvan lightly taps my inner thigh and I widen my stance for him. His tongue licks me fully, flicking against my clit as Faust swallows my gasp.
This time, I arch my hips toward Sylvan, my fingers spearing into his white-blond strands as I jerk him closer to me. His breathes a laugh against my clit and I moan as Faust’s hand slides up my shirt, pinching my nipple as he devours my mouth, biting at my bottom lip and tugging it out.
His other hand is around my waist and I grind my pussy on Sylvan’s face as my tongue tangles with Faust’s.
He cups my breast, then trails his big hand lower, and I tense as Sylvan’s tongue pushes into my hole, my knees going weak. But Faust’s fingers are splayed over my bloated belly and heat rises inside me, not from lust, but shame.
I grip Sylvan’s strands tighter, but with my other hand, I try to push away Faust’s grip on my stomach.
He slides his arm from my hip, then circles my throat as he pulls away, pressing his temple to mine. “No,” he says coolly as Sylvan fucks me harder, faster with his tongue, and it’s difficultto hold my eyes open and keep Faust’s gaze. “This,” he squeezes me, “is fucking sexy.” He leans back, then grabs my jaw and forces my head down.
Sylvan is on his knees, his eyes on me as he adds a finger where his tongue was, then another, and I tighten around them, a smirk on his face as I do. His lips are wet with me, his eyes heavy with want.
But I see Faust’s olive fingers around my tummy and I frown in the dark, then try to twist my head from his grip on my jaw.
“Nah,” he says against my cheekbone. “You’re going to watch. You’re going to see me touching you. Sylvan fucking that sopping wet pussy. And you’re going to come all over his face with your eyes on this right here.” He flexes his fingers against the flesh of my low belly.
I bite the inside of my cheek and I want to argue with him, pull away, but I’m staggered back against the bookshelf and when Sylvan laps his tongue against my clit while curling his fingers inside me, I know I’m not moving.
“Sayyes, sir,”Sylvan murmurs against me, letting his lips hover over my clit as he finger fucks me and waits for me to obey.
