Page 115 of Split You Open

“I heard that, brat,” Rhett snaps.

I give Rhett’s dick a warning squeeze that has him hissing. “Don’t talk to my Santi in that tone. The only talking you need to be doing is for me. Now, speak.”

Rhett’s eyes flash and, try as I might, I can’t hide my grin.

Rather than do as he’s told, Rhett reaches down, grabs a handful of my hair and yanks me to my feet. I yelp in surprise, then cry out again as he drags me over to the couch.

“Hey! You have to obey me! I’m—” I yelp as Rhett bends down, hooks an arm around my waist and lifts me off the floor.

With stupidly ridiculous ease, he sits down and throws me over his lap. Before I can catch my breath, his palm slams down on my ass. The sting is sharp.

And delicious.

“Ah! What the hell?!” I demand, trying to sound pissed off.

This earns me three more sharp spanks.

I choke on a groan.

More. I want more pain. The desire boiling in my veins is only intensifying with every slap. This is a dangerous game.

“It appears that you—my sweet power-hungry, cum whore—need a reminder of who you’re talking to,” Rhett growls.

Before I can stop myself, I let slip, “So you’re a bad boy. I’ll remember that during our next training session. Don’t worry, you’ll speak on command⁠—”

Eight sharp slaps come raining down on my ass.

My body trembles with the need for release even as my ass burns. Rhett isn’t holding back at all—and I’m so fucking thankful. Tonight is about forgetting all the chaos in our lives and I’m damn near close to not even knowing my own name.

Breathless and needy, I attempt to squeeze my thighs together to get some damn release.

He must notice because Rhett’s hand, rubbing the sting from my ass cheeks, slides down between my legs and forces them open.

“Shit, Blair…” he groans as his hands slide through the mess on my thigh. “Santi, come here and look at what we’ve done to our woman.”

Santi moves to the other end of the couch to sit. I hear his gasp and can practically feel his eyes on my pussy as Rhett forces my legs wider.

“Holy shit, cariño…”

“Do you see what you’ve done to her?” Rhett demands. “You’ve got her all wet and messy. You’re a filthy fucking animal, Santi, and yet she loves you. Her body craves you.”

Santi groans. “Cariño, that true? Is this because of us?”

I nod, my face flaming hot. “You two drive me crazy in the best way.”

“Can I…” He whimpers as if asking somehow pains him. “Please let me have a taste.”

With a huff, I push myself up and off Rhett’s lap and twist to look back at Santi. “No, you may not. You’re going to sit still and let me carve my name into you while I fuck Rhett.”

“Just a little lick?” he begs.

I shake my head. “I told you⁠—”

“But I might die without a little lick!”

I laugh as he lunges forward and throws me onto my back in Rhett’s lap. He pries my legs open and dips his head between my legs. The minute his tongue hits my swollen clit, I moan. My legs clamp down around his head and I hold Santi there, pressed against my pussy. His tongue sweeps through me, not leaving a spot untouched.

Rhett strokes Santi’s hair as he watches the both of us with dark, hungry and hooded eyes.