Page 125 of Play Dirty

Also, a rhetorical one.

“God, yes.”

“Then don’t disappear.”

“I won’t.”

That was it.

He shoved me back onto the bed, coming down over me, positioning himself between my legs. One thick hand guided himself forward, pausing at the threshold of the hottest and wettest I’d ever been.

Then he pushed inside me—

And everything went white.

I grabbed him instantly, fingers digging into solid muscle as he drove deeper, setting a pace that wasn’t rushed.

Just relentless.

Like he owned it.

Owned me.

It wasn’t only the way he filled me, which was already beyond incredible. It was the sheer size of him. The devastating weight of him, driving into me. Crushing me beneath a flesh-covered mass of iron-like muscle.

It was everything I’d imagined it would be. My hands wrapped desperately around his biceps, gripping his arms for dear life as he pounded into me. The waiting was over. All that unspent electricity and pent-up frustration, finally at a release.

Ares seized my ankle and pulled one of my legs high over his granite-like shoulder. The new angle was insane. I nearly bit through my lip, as it drove him even deeper inside me.

And then my head was suddenly being cradled by new hands.

Sebastian.

Holding me steady.

Cradling me in his lap, in perfect rhythm with Ares’s thrusts.

He sat there watching. Waiting. Drinking it all in, his eyes swimming with lust.

And Ares, surging into me. At long last taking me. Possessing me.

The house was ours — wholly and completely.

There was no storm.

No team.

No rules.

Just the three of us suspended in the same charged space. My body forming a carnal bridge, connecting one of them to the other.

I saw Ares’s jaw go tight. He grunted like a bull, his hands screwing into fists as he fought hard to regain control.

Only he couldn’t.

And he didn’t have to.

“Do it,” I said, breathless.