Page 71 of Where Sinners Repent

She takes one more step towards me, and hunger takes over. If she wants this, then I’ll give it to her. Just as I’m about to take a step towards her, Kaleb murmurs, “Stop.”

Both of our eyes slide to his.

His face morphs into a snarl as he strips off his own cut, hanging it over a chair, and then stripping off his t-shirt. I don’t miss the way Roxy’s eyes slide over him and she swallows. Admiring the body that boasts zero scars. Zero imperfections.

“If I have to endure this, we’ll do it my way,” he grits out, kicking his boots off. “I’ll be fucking pissed if I have to clean up your blood after the night I’ve had.”

Roxy’s eyes widen; her next gasp comes out shaky. But then Kaleb peels his pants off, leaving him in just his underwear, and his half-hard cock catches her attention.

“Come here, Roxanne,” he demands.

Glassy blue eyes slide to me, as if I’ll save her from whatever my brother has planned. I won’t. Swallowing, she takes a slow step towards him. And another.

A nervous whimper falls out of her when he reaches for the collar of her hoodie and yanks her towards him.

With his fist around the material, he gets in her face. “He warned you. I don’t want you blubbering and crying when you get exactly what you’ve asked for.”

I can barely hear her rapid breaths over the sound of my heartbeat. The foreign percussion of the thing rapping against my insides. Bringing my hand up, I lay my palm over my bare chest. I can feel it.

Roughly, he grips her hoodie and pulls it over her head, throwing it onto the floor. Then, he crouches and grabs her leg. She nearly topples, catching his shoulder just in time as he pulls off one boot, then the other. Undressing her like a doll.

Still on his knees, he pulls her tackies down her soft, tanned skin, baring her ass to me, in nothing but a G-string, tucked into her round ass. His eyes zero in on her pussy, narrowing at whatever he sees.

Something I only notice when his fingers wrap around the thin straps and guide them down her legs. Arousal glistens on her pussy lips and on the black material. Inviting and delicious.

Whatever about tonight she liked, she fucking loved.

Goddamn fuck. I’m fucked. She’s fucked.

Kaleb stands. Finally. Roxy is completely, totally, perfectly fucking naked. Finally.

Still riveted to the wall, I wait for Kaleb to take the lead. I don’t trust myself.

“Turn around,” he mutters, glaring down at her.

She turns to face me. Her tits jiggle with each breath, pink nipples drawn tight, piercings glinting. She nervously blinks up at me, chewing her bottom lip, while I drink her in.

All of those tattoos and toned muscles. Her freshly shaved pussy.

Kaleb presses himself to her back, fingers working the hair tie out of her long, shining black hair, and I watch it tumble down her body.

He takes the thick of it, wrapping it around his palm until her head cocks back. Dipping his mouth by her ear, I watch her shudder.

“I’m going to lie down on the bed, with you on top of me,” he whispers, eyes landing on mine. “I’ll let my brother do whatever the fuck he wants to you. If he goes too far, I’ll be there to stop him.” Her legs clench together, and my eyes laser in on the movement. “Frankly, I don’t give a fuck if he kills you. But he does.”

My eyes fall closed, and I focus on my breathing. Try to calm myself down. Usually, when my brother and I share a girl, I don’t give a fuck about the outcome. Don’t give a fuck about anything but the mind-numbing pleasure.

This reaction flooding through my body scares the shit out of me.

They stir, the rustle of soft sheets and skin sliding, and I squeeze my eyes tighter. Seeing Roxy spread out on my bed might just send me off the fucking deep end. Her raspy breaths are already messing with my fucking head.

By the time I force my eyes to peel open, they are on the bed. Kaleb is propped up against the headboard, his back resting against the pillows, with Roxy settled between his legs. Her back is pressed to his chest and his arms wrap around her waist. Both of their eyes are on me, waiting.

His hands grip her thighs and spread her legs, so that I can see her wet pussy completely bared for me. The sight has my mind spinning with other piercing ideas, ones that decorate her perfect little cunt.

Kaleb hooks her legs over his own, and she whimpers a needy little sound. Then his hands go for her arms, securing both wrists in one of his hands above her head.

“She's ready for you, brother,” Kaleb murmurs. “Come and take her.”