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That is until my balls draw up and I glance down at her, shattering the moment of peace I’d found. All those feelings I once felt slam into me, mixed with the pain when she told me she was spending the summer with some fucking boy band, and the earth-shattering realization that I wasn’t enough when I found out she’d left campus without so much as a goodbye.
My hands fist tightly in her hair, no doubt hurting her. She stiffens, attempting to pull away. I hold her steady for a moment before letting her pull back until my still rock-hard erection bobs in front of her face. With one hand clasping the back of her head, holding her still, I fist my cock with the other until strings of cum erupt from the tip, hitting her cheek and swollen lips before dripping onto her chest.
I smirk down at her as I tuck myself away, and she stares up at me with wide, shocked eyes as though she can’t believe she just let me do that. Not that I gave her much choice. Emilia is my doll to use and abuse, to play with and discard. We’ll see how she likes being tossed aside like unwanted trash.
Her lips are slightly parted, and I take advantage of the opportunity, smearing my cum along them. I smirk cruelly at her the entire time, happy to have finally replaced the doe-eyed image of a freshly-fucked Emilia lying on Hawk’s bed that night.
Holding her gaze, I call out, “Enjoy the show?”
Her brows pull together in confusion before footsteps cause her gaze to snap behind me. I heard him enter the kitchen before I’d even gotten my dick out, but based on the embarrassment currently coloring Emilia’s cheeks, she didn’t know he was there.
She tenses as Hawk approaches, her eyes darting back and forth between us. Stepping up beside me, Hawk drinks in the sight of her coated in my cum. Now that the heat of the moment has passed, wariness has entered her eyes, and she makes a move to get up. Except Hawk pushes her back to her knees with a firm hand on her shoulder.
“Hawk?” she questions, her voice small and hesitant. My new favorite sound.
“Shhh, Little Sparrow,” Hawk coos, stroking his hand down her hair as he moves to crouch behind her. “It’s just like old times.” His knees press into the floor on either side of her hips as he slips his hand beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts. We all know this is nothing like old times. It’s more nightmarish, filled with friction and the air thick with bad blood and unsavory intentions.
Despite that, Emilia melts like butter beneath Hawk’s touch. Just as she did with mine. I might not have been good enough for her—and perhaps I shouldn’t blame her for that, who would want a damaged fuck up like me anyway?—but she can’t deny the way her body reacts to mine. To us.
Emilia’s breathing turns ragged as Hawk’s hand slides lower, and despite myself, my cock twitches in my boxers when I drop my gaze and find the hard peaks of her nipples straining against the cotton of her pajama top. My voice is deep and gravelly when I ask, “Is she wet?”
A sound of approval rumbles up the back of Hawk’s throat. “Drenched. You enjoyed Wilder using you, didn’t you, dirty girl?” I can see Hawk’s hand moving beneath her shorts, and Emilia’s eyes drift shut in response to his touch.
“Answer him,” I bark, the sharp tone of my voice causing her to snap her eyes open again.
Whatever Hawk does elicits a pleasure-filled moan and she arches her back as she grinds down on his hand. “Yes,” she says breathlessly as Hawk works her over.
The sound of her rapid pants and seductive moans fills the room as Hawk and I watch while he effortlessly drives her toward the edge. Pleasure softens her features as she loses herself in Hawk’s touch until her head is resting against his shoulder, her hips moving rhythmically in time to each thrust of his fingers. For a moment, I wish I could see as her wet cunt sucks him in, before remembering that I no longer give a shit about this girl. I used her for my own gratification and nothing more.
On the precipice of exploding, her whole body trembles with her impending release, until I bark out, “Stop.”
Hawk immediately obeys, pulling his hand from her shorts as she whimpers with frustrated need. Her cheeks are flushed with desire, her chest heaving as her angry, lust-darkened green eyes bore into mine. Only when Hawk groans does she break eye contact with me, turning to look at him as he releases his fingers from his mouth with a pop.
It hits me how easy it would be. How effortlessly we could fall back into what used to be. I can see the fire burning in Hawk’s eyes that he tries to hide, can feel it in the hardness of my cock. We could so easily fuck her like we did that night, claim her as ours, and mark her with our cum. Except she’s not ours. Truthfully, she never was.
And we were never hers.
Suddenly furious, I can’t be around her for another second without completely losing it and either fucking her or killing her. With my jeans still undone, I turn my back on the two of them and storm from the room. Emilia would be fucking wise to heed my warning and stay the fuck out of my way. There are only so many times I can cross paths with her and keep myself in check. She got off easy tonight. If she’d caught me in a mood, she would have been left with a lot worse than a denied release and cum on her face.
* * *
“Done,”I state, slamming the pen down on Robbie’s desk. “Like taking candy from a baby.”
Although, I could have done without running into fucking Emilia when I got back last night. What the fuck does that woman not understand aboutstaying out of my way?!It’s almost as though shewantsto be punished. Wantsmeto punish her.
My dick twitches in my pants and I quickly shut down that line of thought.
“Good,” Robbie says, leaning back in his chair with steepled fingers. He watches me for a moment before reaching into his top desk drawer. “Perhaps you’ll find this next task more challenging.”
Lifting out the envelope containing my next task, he hands it over, and without any fanfare, I rip it open.
Senatorial candidate Comptonis a client of Nocturnal Enterprises. Obtain a copy of his file.
“What the fuck is this?!”I snarl, snapping my gaze up to glower at Robbie. “I’m not doing that.” I toss the card down on the desk, refusing to jeopardize my friendship with Hawk.
Unfazed by my anger, he shrugs casually. “Then you won’t get to join the King’s Elite. And you won’t get to meet the rest of your family.” There’s a pregnant pause, long enough for me to question whether all of this is worth it.
I still don’t have an answer when he lifts the discarded card and holds it out to me. “Think about it. You have one week.”
