Page 157 of Sweetheart: Part Two


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Yes.

This was what I needed.

My first orgasm rushed in far too quick, with Rook’s fingers at my clit and his cock stretching me out. I loved the sounds he was making, too: his low groans of ecstasy as our bodies connected for the first time.

EBONY

This absolutely shouldn’t be working for me.

It shouldn’t, and it absolutely was.

None of it made sense, least of all my rigid cock, hosting a hard-on the likes of which I’d never felt. The thought of her rejection of mein my own roomafter she’d destroyed it just sent more blood down south. And definitely not at all the heat in my veins as I watched Rook’s chiselled form rail her like no tomorrow into my Egyptian cotton sheets.

She was fucking captivating and completely at his mercy. She threw her weight into trying to fuck him back a few times, but he cut it off instantly. The message was clear: he was fucking her tonight, not the other way around, not for a second. And I watched for those beautiful moments in which she tilted her head, golden eyes finding me as Rook sent her over the edge of another orgasm.

Rook.

Not me.

Even though I was responsible for the stupid etching across his ass that he was currently flashing me—which was probably the reason she was letting him do this to her in the first place.

And it was… fuck.

It was hot.

I was mesmerised by them. I loved, even more, how sometimes I couldn’t tell her moans from whimpers. Sometimes she fought him so he had to seize her wrists in one hand, hair in the other as he pinned her to the sheets, railing her until her indistinguishable whines turned into moans and her eyes rolled back.

Once, it had looked like she was fighting him to get to me, her fists scrabbling on the bedsheets. He seized her by the hair, arching her neck so she was looking right at me as he fucked her into another climax.

“Good girl,” he purred as she reached it, dragging her up against his chest by her neck. “Eyes on Ebony while I ruin you in his bed.”

Her teeth caught her lip so hard I was surprised it didn’t bleed. She let out a feral moan, shattering again over the same climax as his fingers found her clit.

I was in a trance, unable to look away from her lean frame dwarfed by him as he impaled her, her rosy nipples perky and dark beside her pale skin. Her blown pupils were fixed on me.

I was cracking, a low growl slipping from my throat. My cock throbbed like an iridium rod at melting point, but she’d been crystal clear.

Rook grinned at me. His eyes flashed with just the faintest trace of the wildness he’d had in the cage, the echo of a rut only just out of his system. He had stamina too, which was good—bad—because it meant this show went on for far longer than it had any right to.

He turned her on her back. His touch was always soft and tender when he readjusted her, and I’d lost track of how many ways he’d fucked her into oblivion.

I was good at sex. Like, I was: I’d put my work in—had to, to sleep my way around the industry. But… fuck me.

This would be less humiliating if he was a bumbling minute man.

But he damn well wasn’t.

“Ankles over my shoulders, Baby Girl,” he told her.

Ialmost groaned at that, my own body red hot, but there was no way in hell I was going to blow my load kneeling at the foot of my bed when Rook hadn’t even busted a nutinher.

She was so tired she shook, and I wasn’t sure she could keep up. Her expression was dazed as she tugged her knees to her chest. He had to raise her ankles the rest of the way.

His hand dug into her waist dragging her against him. When he drove into her like that, she let out a breathy gasp, back arching, those cute nails with chipped black polish digging into the taut muscles of his back.

“Fuck.” Rook’s eyes squeezed shut as he groaned, free hand shaking to hold him up.

Fucking finally.

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