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“Fuck me, Dom.” If my sins don’t get me a free ride to Hell, making her say dirty words and being turned on by hearing such foul language roll off her tongue in that pretty accent is sure to guarantee me a first-class seat. “Fuck me on his desk. Make me leak all over everything that belonged to him.”

Krishna pulls her blouse from her shoulders once I’ve loosened the knot enough to strip it from her sexy and sinful body.

“Lay back, my queen. Lay back and bask in what is now yours. This office isn’t his any longer. It’s yours. This desk is yours. In this office, you call the shots. You’re in charge. What you say is law, Ciera. Do you understand me, Ciera? You’re the boss now.”

Her brows pinch in confusion, but she nods her head anyway. She doesn’t understand what I’m telling her, the things I’m saying, and hell, neither do I, but no other words have ever tasted more right on the tip of my tongue than the ones I told her that made Ciera, mine and Krishna’ equal.

As she lies back, K braces her back, helping her down more comfortably. Like I wanted, her head hangs off the back.

Sliding her black shirt over her hips and down her legs, I toss the slinky material to the side as I look down at her, bare before us except for the strappy heels she wears. Knowing she hates them, I slip the back straps over her heels, removing her shoes and letting them fall to the floor. Then I grip her ankles and place her feet flat on the desk before pulling her legs apart.

“Doesn’t she have the prettiest pussy you’ve ever seen?” I ask Krishna while my eyes are fixated on her glistening opening.

“That she does,” he agrees. His tongue juts out as his blue eyes gaze upon her mouth. “The prettiest lips too. Say it, boss lady.”

“Fuck my pretty mouth until your dick makes me choke.”

“Look at you improvising, kitten. Adding shit I didn’t know I wanted to hear. Unbutton my pants and take my cock out.” He pauses, watching as her hands lift above her head.

Guiding my aching dick to her entrance, I push inside her slowly, not wanting to hurt her neck that’s already in an awkward position, reclined like she is. A gasp slips from her open mouth and it’s the best music I’ve ever heard.

“Don’t let me hurt you, kitten. I’ll hold the back of your neck, but if anything starts to feel unpleasant, tap me anywhere and I’ll pull out,” he tells her, making her nod her head before he slides all nine inches of his dick past her lips, across her tongue, and down her delicate throat.

“Hey, K,” I call out, my brows pinched tight as I fight to remain in control as her pussy does shit to my dick that makes me feel out of control like I’m dangling from a rope and I’m watching as the threads slowly unravel, one by one.

His blue eyes snap to mine and like he knows how to read me, he leans over her until his mouth catches mine. I love the way we battle for dominance. It’s an endless war neither of us are willing to bend a knee to. He bites and licks and tries to overpower me the same way I do him.

Wrapping one hand around the back of my neck, I do the same to him. With his other, he slips his hand between where my pelvic bone grinds against Ciera’s clit. He takes over, rubbing her and when she moans around his dick it’s as if I can feel her throat constrict around me too, when it’s his dick experiencing her perfect fucking mouth while my dick is inside her tight little cunt.

“She feels so goddamn good,” he breathes into my mouth.

“I know,” I say back just as breathless because her heat is crawling up my back, dancing along my spine as his hot breath is trying to work its way down my throat as if to find her. They’re both quickly bringing me to my knees where I’m at their mercy.

I’ve never fucked this slow or measured, where I feel everything with her, with him. I can’t fucking take this shit. The back of his hand rubs against my pubic bone, and it feels out of this world. I want his blunt nails to dig harder into the back of my neck, wanting him to draw blood. I want it to hurt while Ciera gushes around me, giving me pleasure I’ve never felt before.

As her walls convulse around me, forcing my release into her pussy and milking me for every last drop, I have to bite down on the bottom of Krishna’s lip and squeeze the back of his neck to stop myself from saying three words that cannot ever leave my mouth.

I’m not blind. I know I’m in love with him. I also know I’m falling so goddamn hard for her that I can’t think straight. My eyesight is twenty-twenty. My heart is just a motherfucking idiot for letting them breach its walls.

He grunts into my mouth, his own orgasm being sucked out of his dick by the same girl that’s ruining both of us and fucking shit up without even breaking a sweat.

They’re going to be my downfall, and I’m starting to think there isn’t one goddamn thing I can do to stop the head-on collision I’m on.

I love him, and I think I might love her too.

Fucking hell.

CHAPTER 36

KRISHNA

Her uncle is going to die.

His death was already set in motion, but now he’s going to bleed tears from his eyes by the time I’m finished with him for hurting my kitten.

It’s one thing to play rough with a willing participant. It’s another to rape or even allow someone else to rape a girl that didn’t want it. She didn’t ask for it and sure as shit didn’t deserve whatever hell he’s put her through over the years.

All I have to go on are the words that Killian spewed to his sister before she killed him. I saw the look on her face when he said Liam Donovan let other men have her. She may not have confirmed that she’s been raped, but she didn’t have to. It was written in the shame she wore in her beautiful green eyes during those few seconds before her anger took control.

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