Page 29 of Cruel Dynasty

The unfortunate side effect of jumpsuits is that the whole thing has to come off if you want to shag. This was evidenced by the pile of sequined fabric lying a short distance from where Beatrice’s naked body was pinned to the window. Her hands had pulled Holden’s shirt up just enough to dig her nails into his back, but he hadn’t bothered with removing his own clothes.

“Just like the loo at Hillgrove’s,” Spencer whispered as if he could read my thoughts. “You know I can’t help wondering what you were doing while you listened to him fuck someone next to you.” The words were hot against my ear. They tingled over my skin, finding their way to my core where they wound around the ache pulsing inside me and squeezed.

“I told you I was trying to stay quiet,” I mumbled, resisting the urge to moan as he massaged my other breast.

Spencer’s teeth nipped at my neck, stealing a sound of pleasure from me. Despite my intention to get things under control, I melted against him.

“Tell me what you did that day. I promise not to tell Holden.” His raspy voice tempted me, but it was the sight of Holden’s firm ass pumping tirelessly between Beatrice’s legs that overcame my resistance.

“I touched myself,” I confessed. I waited for the shame to come, but it didn’t.

“Like this.” He palmed my breast, and I shook my head.

One of his hands slipped to my trousers and unfastened them. “Show me, Kerrigan. Where did you touch yourself?”

My fingers trembled as I took his hand and guided it between my legs. Before Spencer could dip them between my sex, I slid my own hand under his, taking the lead.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he grunted as I began to masturbate, his own hand covering mine as I worked my clit. “This is what you did?”

I nodded, my mouth dry and my eyes watching the two of them through the window. It was even hotter than the time at Hillgrove’s because this time I could see it. Spencer pressed his hand harder against mine and began to move it, making the movements of my fingers harder. Rougher.

“Did you want to be the one in there? Losing your virginity instead of listening?” he asked as he increased his pace.

“Yes,” I admitted. “I wanted to be fucked like that.”

“Do you want to be fucked now—while you watch?” he asked gruffly.

I closed my eyes, wishing I could find any other answer than the one on my lips. “Please.”

“You are so polite,” he said with a dark chuckle. His hand slid free of mine. “Stop touching yourself. I want you to come on my cock.”

I bit my lip as I withdrew my fingers. The pulse between my legs had grown to an unbearable, almost painful ache. “Please, Spencer,” I cried softly. “Please fuck me.”

He wrenched my pants downs and I gasped as the night air hit my warm, wet sex. A breeze tickled across it and I nearly came. Spencer’s buckle clattered, followed by a zipping sound.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered.

There were possibly a million reasons to say no but none of them outweighed the arousal controlling my every decision. I lowered myself carefully to my knees then leaned forward until I was on all fours in front of him.

“Christ, Kerrigan,” he slipped a finger inside me as he knelt down and I shuddered. “You’re dripping. I think you’re ready for me to fuck you. Are you?”

“Please fuck me,” I repeated the request over and over, unsure if I was speaking aloud or locked inside my own head.

“You’re not going to last long.” His hands urged me open and then I felt the tip of his cock nudge against me. “So I’m going to fuck you until you come twice.”

As if he’d seen the future, my body swelled as he slowly pushed inside me. The feeling started as a low fullness, an ache that seemed to grow within me. Time slowed, the pleasure seeping through me until my entire body felt that same delicious agony. I stopped breathing as though poison stole through my veins, and my only thought was what a wonderful way to die.

But right when total oblivion seemed within grasp, Spencer grabbed a handful of my hair and began to pound inside me. The out-of-body experience fractured. Small climaxes punctured my body, none fully allowing me to fall apart, but each drawing me closer and closer to a precipice.

“Are you watching them?” Spencer gritted out between thrusts.

My eyes turned to the conservatory as if commanded, and I mewled a “yes.”

For a moment, I’d been so lost in my own body that I’d forgotten what had initiated this moment. Holden. I saw him now with her. He’d flipped Beatrice around, pinning her body against the glass as he took her from behind like his brother did to me now. Reality crashed down on me and I felt dirt digging against my knees. My hands clutched fistfuls of grass for leverage. Spencer tugged at my hair, drawing my neck up.

“How about a better view?” He slammed into me hard. “I think she’s about to come. See her legs. They’re shaking. I want you to come with her.”

I panted as his hold on my hair stretched my neck, allowing me a better view, but straining me for words and air. Not that I cared. My eyes went to Beatrice’s slender legs, trembling and spread wide, so that Holden could piston inside her. Each time he thrust up, her feet left the floor. It was virile and punishing and the hottest thing I’d ever seen.