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“Raff,” Dal warns, but he’s just as far gone as I am. It seems we are all giving into this thing between us, uncaring what tomorrow might bring. Life is too short to fear the consequences enough not to act. I want someone simply because they want me, and I love it.
“How does she feel?” Cillian asks. “At least let us live through you.”
“How do you feel, baby? Tell them,” Raff demands, his long, talented fingers expertly parting my folds.
“Wet, so wet,” I whisper, lifting my hips to get his fingers where I need them. “Dripping and begging to be touched. Soft, so soft. Tight.”
They all groan, and Raff flicks my clit, making me moan. It’s hard to focus on the screen, but somehow, I do, even though my attention is fixated on the way his fingers touch me until I’m moaning softly.
“Good girl, that’s a good girl. Eyes on that movie, don’t let anyone else see. This is just for us, isn’t it?” I nod, and he rubs my clit in praise before his fingers slide inside of me, stretching me. Finally.
My head falls back, but a hand grips my hair, using it as a handle to force my head back up.
Dal, I realize. He forces me to look at the screen as Raffiel starts to fuck me with his fingers, thrusting them inside my channel and curving them to rub the spot that almost has me shattering embarrassingly fast.
“I’ve got her,” Dal whispers in my ear, but it’s aimed at Raff. “Make her come.”
“Don’t you dare scream, baby, or I’m going to have to let them all see my fingers buried deep in this pretty pussy because there’s no way I’m stopping now.”
It’s torture trying not to move, but I do as he grinds his palm into my clit with each thrust, fucking me harder until the chair creaks. I lift my hips slightly, riding them. “Fuck, she feels so good. I’m going to fucking spill in my pants like a fucking chump just from fingering her greedy little cunt.”
“I’m not even touching her and I’m going too,” Astro complains.
“She’s close. I can feel it,” Raff murmurs. “Aren’t you, baby? You’re so close to coming on my fingers, surrounded by the rich and famous, and not one of them knows their precious rock princess is being serviced by her bodyguard, dripping onto the chair and ruining her million-dollar dress.”
“Raff,” I whisper, biting my lip. He’s right. I’m so close, so fucking close, and when he adds a third finger, curling them to hit that spit at the same time he grinds into my clit, I see stars. A hand covers my mouth, capturing my scream, while Raff’s fingers still work inside me as wave after wave of pleasure slides through me until I slump.
Raff slowly pulls from my pussy and moves my panties and dress back into place like nothing happened. I’m shaking and so dazed from the pleasure, I almost slide from my chair. I glance at him, and he waits for me to meet his eyes before licking his glistening fingers clean.
“So fucking sweet, Miss Harrow.”
Reality abruptly comes back with the music in the movie.
What have I done?
Do I even care?
FIFTEEN
Reign is quiet, the first sign that she is overthinking what happened. No doubt Raff is too, but it doesn’t stop him from watching her hungrily. I’ve never seen him cross a line or break a rule before, but I get it. She is worth it. Me? I think rules are meant to be challenged and broken, and I will relish every single second of breaking them to have her. And I will have her, just like he ordered. She can stand there primly, clapping for the movie all she wants, but all of my brothers know her cum is running down her leg from us.
Only us.
My cock is solid in my pants, and when I stand, I have to shift it with a wince to be able to walk. I might want her badly, but I will not compromise her safety. Not for anything. Raff is the same as he guides her from the box, even if his hand on her back is a little more possessive than it should be.
Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes are filled with pleasure, and her legs are a little shaky as we head back downstairs. Satisfaction practically rolls from Raff, even as he scans the area, intent on protecting her. When we come out into the reception area, the party is in full swing, and I can tell from her quiet sigh and wince that she doesn’t want to be here.
It’s our job to protect her, both physically and emotionally.
“Bring the car around,” I murmur to Dal, who quickly takes off to do just that, his own need blasting from him. Cillian is positioned before her, clearing a path.
“I need to mingle,” she begins.
“It’s time to go home, Miss Harrow,” I inform her primly, but there’s no mistaking my leer. She swallows, her eyes heating as she watches me. We both know exactly what is going to happen when we get in that car.
This beautiful, million-dollar dress will be ripped up, and my lips will be planted on that pretty, famous pussy for all the paparazzi to see. Her lips part, her tongue darting out.
“Don’t tease, Miss Harrow,” I mock. “Now smile for the pictures.” She jerks her head around, wearing a perfect, practiced smile once more, even as she hurries with us to the car.
