"You're doing so well." I settle my hands on her hips, pulling her back until she's flush against me. "So fucking well, baby. I'm proud of you."
Her breath catches. "I learned from the best."
"Mmm." I let her feel what watching her has done to me—the hard length of my cock pressed against her lower back. "You're a natural. It's been taking everything I have not to bend you over this table."
She picks up a long blade, shivering as she grinds her ass against me.
I drop my head to her shoulder, biting the side of her neck and trying to contain myself.
It's damn near impossible.
"We're not done with him yet." Her voice has gone breathy.
"I know." My fingers trace idle patterns across her stomach through the fabric of her shirt. Like I'm patient and not dying to be inside her. "Finish what you started. I'll wait."
She makes a long cut up Calder's leg. He makes gurgling sounds, but I don't look at him.
I only have eyes for her as my hand slides lower, toying with the button of her jeans.
She takes a deep breath but doesn't pull away or tell me to stop. Just continues working, cutting all the way up to Calder's neck while I slip my hand beneath her waistband.
She's not wearing any underwear.
Mother of god.
"Fuck, Keira, you're soaked." I press my lips to the spot beneath her ear, feeling her pulse hammer against my mouth. "All this got you worked up, Red? Watching him suffer? Or is it me behind you that's making you this wet?"
"Both," she whispers.
"Greedy girl."
I circle her clit with agonizing slowness, applying barely enough pressure to satisfy—but it's the perfect amount to make her squirm. I love teasing her almost as much as I love eating her.
"Tristan, please."
"Don't stop working." I nip her earlobe, my tongue tracing the shell. "Show me what else you want to do to him while I play with this pretty pussy."
Her hand trembles as she raises the blade, hovering right above his mouth.
Calder is spiraling. I can see it in his eyes. The panic, disbelief of exactly what kind of show he's about to witness.
Keira makes a shallow cut along his cheek. She's distracted, and I reward her with firmer pressure, my fingers sliding through her slick heat.
"Good girl. Deeper next time."
A moan slips out before she can catch it.
Calder's eyes track to us.
Watch closely, you piece of shit. This is the last thing you'll ever see.
"He's looking at us." I don't whisper this time, wanting him tohear every word. "He's watching me touch you. Watching you fall apart while he bleeds out on this table."
"Let him watch." Her head tips back against my shoulder, hips rocking into my hand. "Let him see…fuck…"
"See what?" I sink two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and her whole body jerks. "Tell me. What do you want him to see?"
"How you—" She mewls as I find the spot that makes her legs shake. "How you make me feel. How good it is. How it was never—fuck—never like this with him."
