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She cries out when he slams into her with force, and he grunts at her to shut up.
My body reacts viscerally to the sound of his deep, guttural voice, and Victor makes a quiet noise behind me.
“You liked that too,” he whispers. “The blood is rushing through your veins, and your body is releasing hormones. Oxytocin, dopamine, and serotonin. You can feel that, can’t you?”
His breath is warm against my neck, and although we’re not touching at all, I canfeelhis proximity. His body heat radiates into me, leaving me feeling uncomfortably warm and making it impossible to bring down the thundering pace of my heart. I know he’s watching everything happening in the living room just like I am, and I wonder how many times Malice has done this here, and if Victor cares.
Clearly, he cares right now.
Because he’s watching me watch his brother.
“You’re breathing harder,” Victor notes, his low voice like the whisper of a devil in my ear. “Are you wet? Your core is probably getting slick and swollen, so it could stretch around a cock. So it could take getting split open like that. Just like her.”
It’s like I canfeeleverything he’s saying. His words aren’t even particularly dirty, more clinical and analytical than anything else, but the way he’s describing every bit of the reaction in my body is just making me even more uncomfortably aware of how turned on I am.
God, this is so wrong.
Fear and embarrassment and arousal swirl through me, an overwhelming and confusing mixture, but I know which one is winning in the moment. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life.
My body aches, desperate for some relief, and I squeeze my legs together just enough to put some friction on my clit. A burst of pleasure shoots through me, more intense than I’ve ever felt before, and a tiny whimper falls from my lips.
It’s involuntary, slipping out before I can stop it…
But that doesn’t matter.
Malice’s head snaps up, his gaze landing on me as he turns to look toward the hallway.
Our eyes lock, and I have no idea if he’s surprised to see me or if he already knew I was standing here. But regardless, he doesn’t look away. There’s heat and fire and something wild in his dark eyes, and he holds my gaze captive as he slams into the woman beneath him over and over again.
Each thrust is more punishing than the last, and the moans the woman makes sound like they’re being punched out of her, like she can’t breathe around them.
Somehow, I can tell when Malice is about to come. His face goes tight, and his body tenses, and he buries himself deep inside the woman, gripping her hips so hard that the muscles in his forearms stand out like ropes.
With a low growl, he finishes inside her, his upper body bowing forward a little. The woman is right on his heels, screaming into the couch cushion as she writhes and jerks.
When Malice pulls out of her, she goes limp, collapsing in a heap, half of her body on the couch and the other half on the floor. If it weren’t for the way her body heaves as she sucks in air, I might have thought she died from the pleasure of it all.
Malice reaches down, and I watch him slide the condom off his dick, tying it off so he can throw it out. I can’t help the way my gaze follows the movement, and I notice that his cock is…
Holy shit. Is ittattooed?
I can’t be sure in the low light, and the moment I realize I’m staring at his barely softened erection, I wrench my gaze away from the sight to find Malice still watching me.
He doesn’t look away for a second, and his voice is low and gravelly when he says, “Get out.”
I flinch, about to turn and flee into the night, not even caring at this point that the guy who was chasing me before is still out there somewhere. But Victor shifts his weight to one side a little, cutting off my path of escape.
“I said get out.”
Malice repeats the command, glancing down at the woman this time, and I realize he’s talking to her, not me.
She looks completely wrecked, her eyes still glazed over from her orgasm as she stumbles to her feet and nearly falls over on wobbly legs. She blinks when she notices Victor and me standing in the living room doorway, and her cheeks flush with color.
She doesn’t argue with Malice’s curt order to get out, just starts quickly gathering her things and getting dressed enough to leave. As soon as her clothes are on, she slips her feet into a pair of very high heels, glances at Malice, and then walks tentatively toward the hallway. Unlike the way he moved to cut me off, Victor steps to one side to let her go, and she squeezes past us to dart down the corridor.
Malice doesn’t pay attention to any of it. It’s like the woman stopped existing to him once he was finished fucking her.
There’s a soft thud in the distance as the door I came through when I first got here closes behind the woman. As if the sound has jerked him out of some kind of stasis, Malice narrows his eyes at me and then strides toward the shadowy doorway where Victor and I are standing.
