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Her mouth opens in a silent scream. She slams a fist against the table. I feel the deluge of warmth from her wide-open slit, but I don’t stop.
I won’t stop until she’s begging me to.
Lilah arches her back and presses her palms into the table to lift herself up. She twists her head around to lock lips with me and I shove my tongue into her fucking throat.
My senses soar again, just as they did all night long. Just one taste of her skin. Just one deep stroke in her cunt. That’s all it takes for me to get completely high on her. I forget everything else, driven wild by greed.
“What the fuck, Lilah?!”
I freeze mid-thrust as a man’s voice cries out from behind us.
Lilah deflates in my arms. “Oh, shit…” she whispers.
We glance over our shoulders at the two men standing in the trailer doorway.
Her brothers. Dante and Elijah Hart. Two trained killers with their pistols pointed at me… and me with my pants around my fucking ankles behind their sister...
“Oh, shit…” I mutter.
Chapter 16
Lilah
“I, uh…” I clear my throat and show an awkward grin to my brothers. “I can explain this.”
Elijah blinks, his jaw hanging open as he lowers his gun to his side.
Dante glares at Archer, refusing to drop his arm. I’ve pissed off my big brother quite a few times, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look this irate before in my life.
Archer doesn’t move. Any sudden movement will surely entice Dante’s trigger finger and I highly doubt either of us wants him to pull out with them staring at us.
I look at Elijah, tapping into whatever mystical twin telepathy we might have to turn this situation around if that’s even possible. I’m bent over a fucking table, for Christ’s sake…
Elijah reaches for the open door. “So, we’ll be outside,” he says, glancing around Archer at me. “You good?”
“Yep,” I say, my cheeks burning. “Just need a minute…”
He moves to close the door, but Dante won’t budge.
“Come on,” Elijah says, easing Dante’s gun downward. He guides them both backward until Dante reluctantly spins away.
The door latches. I drop my head in shame.
“Fuck,” I say.
Archer pulls out of me. We move quickly and silently, dressing and adjusting ourselves until we end up staring awkwardly at each other again.
“So,” Archer bites his lip, “should I be scared?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
“I’m about to die, aren’t I?”
“Probably.”
“Well…” He flashes a wink. “I guess it was worth it.”
I chuckle softly. “I can get you a head start.”
