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“Malice,” she murmurs softly. Then she reaches up, cupping my face in both of her hands.
I lean into the touch, letting her cool, soft palms soothe my heated skin.
“And you’re the darkness I need,” she whispers. “My perfect dark knight.”
A small movement in my periphery reminds me that my brother is watching. He’s abandoned his computer for once, leaning against the back of the couch, his gaze locked on the two of us.
Glancing over at him, I jerk my chin just slightly.
I don’t need to do more than that. The two of us have always been able to communicate without words, to let each other know things with looks and gestures. Mom always called it our twin telepathy.
He gets to his feet, accepting my silent invitation. When he comes up behind Willow, sandwiching her between our bodies, her breath catches.
“Oh.”
Her mouth falls open as she leans back against him, letting her hands slide down to rest against my chest.
“Vic needs you too. Just as much as I do. Do you want us to show you?” I ask her, and it comes out on a low growl.
Willow swallows, and she’s pinned so tightly between us that I can feel the way her body shivers against mine. She holds my gaze, but I know her words are meant for both me and my twin when she whispers her answer.
“Yes.”
27
WILLOW
My heart is racinga mile a minute. Part of me can’t believe this is happening.
I’ve been dreaming about this for a lot longer than I’d like to admit—being fucked by the Voronin twins together. Even when we were all together, there was a part of me that wondered what it would be like to be sandwiched between the two of them, contending with Malice’s fiery intensity and Vic’s cool intentionality.
Now that I’m here, my head is already spinning.
They’re keeping me pinned between them, and I can feel the solidness of their bodies as they hold me in place. Malice kisses me again, rougher this time, more full of intent, and Vic’s lips find their way to my neck.
I groan into Malice’s mouth, squirming between them as they work me up.
Vic’s mouth finds a patch of scar tissue on my neck, leading down to my shoulder, and he licks and nips at it, practically worshiping it.
The physical sensation is dulled there, the nerves damaged and buried under the thick patches of scars, but it still sends sparks of electric heat shooting down my spine all the same.
His hands splay over my stomach, fingers dipping just a bit below my waistband. It’s enough that when I buck forward, seeking out friction while my body throbs with need, I end up grinding against Malice instead.
“Whatever you’re doing, Vic,” he growls, “she likes it.”
Then he kisses me with so much heat and intensity that I forget to breathe. His mouth is an inferno, and he grazes my lips with his teeth before plunging his tongue into my mouth and groaning like he’s devouring his favorite meal.
“Ilike it,” Vic murmurs, letting his hands wander.
His fingers slide under my shirt, finding more scars and tracing the patterns they make. When I arch back against him, I can feel that he’s hard in his pants, his cock pressed against my ass through the layers of our clothes.
I moan again, and Malice pulls away from the kiss, but only enough so that he can rip my shirt down the middle and start attacking my breasts with his mouth.
“Oh my god,” I hiss out, shivering between them, not sure who I should try to get closer to.
They’re both working individually here, but also in tandem. Each thing one of them does just makes me more sensitive for the other, and I’m caught in their push and pull, trying to stay afloat.
Malice ends up grabbing my ass, using his big hands to lift me up. I have to wrap my legs around his waist, and that just puts me even closer to the heat of his body.
