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She leaned up and kissed me, then started fucking me from below while I tried to find some kind of rhythm between the two of them. When Loïc began to move, too, we became a writhing, grinding, groaning pile of flesh. Mouths and hands met, tasted, stroked naked skin. Someone’s finger had strayed into my mouth, and I sucked it, realizing it was Loïc’s, and when he withdrew it, he used it to roll Tarryn’s nipple, making her gasp and buck beneath me.
“Are you going to force more cum into her full little pussy, Valor? Do you think you can wash away my claim?”
I was having so much trouble reining in my orgasm. He had to be able to feel it trembling through my limbs. Every time he thrust, it forced me into her, until I felt like he was fucking her through my body.
I bit Tarryn’s lip, and she whimpered, the sound making me half crazed with sadistic pleasure. Not too hard. Her face had to stay perfect for work. I moved my mouth to her shoulder and bit there, wishing I could attack her neck like a rabid teenage vampire. Loïc’s breath tickled the back of my ear, making the skin there buzz with an awareness of how close his teeth were.
“Come for us, Valor.” His voice was strained, like he was barely hanging onto control. “I want to feel your tight ass milking my cock while you empty yourself into our wife.”
“Tarryn ismine.” I said it to him. To her, staring into her warm gaze. She loved me—she’d always loved me. Not even Loïc Leduc could destroy what we’d built between us. I growled as her hips lost their rhythm and her pussy started to pulse around me. My balls felt overfilled, ready to burst.
“Prove it. Fill her with cum until she can’t take anymore.” His breath was hot in my ear, his voice a seductive, panted challenge.
Beneath me, she arched, crying out, keening. I shuddered, my hips jerking as my orgasm knifed through me, locking my muscles, making me swear and moan.
“Fuck, yeah.” Loïc’s arm wrapped around my neck, choking me as he used it for leverage to take what he wanted, to let his own orgasm catch up to mine.
I froze, shuddering with intense, nasty pleasure. It was too much. I tried to focus, but my blood was singing in my ears, and my vision dimmed around the edges as his thick cock bucked and jerked inside me. The pleasure blinded me as I gasped and gasped, heart hammering, trying to breathe as I fell into a dark abyss.
Chapter Nine: Valor
I blinked open my eyes in an unfamiliar bedroom.
No, not unfamiliar—Tarryn’s bedroom in Prague.
I had a vague memory of Loïc choking me out during sex and coming to with their faces full of concern. After they were sure I was fine, she and I had gone to sleep.
Tarryn’s hair was tickling my face. She used a different shampoo in Prague, but underneath the light floral was her own scent, more loved and familiar than any other.
I’d loved this woman for so many years, from one version of her to the next. Some men complained that their wives changed on them, and they fell out of love, but being with Tarryn to see the metamorphosis from one stage to the next was all part of her beauty. She’d been so shy—so sweet and sheltered, when we were young. Now she was a star, self-possessed, famous.
I wanted to pull her closer, but we were already touching at almost every point, and there was no reason to wake her.
Coming to visit her had been the best idea I’d had in a while. I needed to stop thinking about her as the one who had the more flexible schedule. It was too easy to slide into that, to make our relationship her responsibility.I’d gotten away with that shit when I was young and dumb and the only one earning money. Paying a service to send her chocolate or a flower arrangement once a week, and calling her multiple times a day wasn’t good enough. I’d been taking her for granted, and it had taken Leduc to show me what an idiot I’d been.
I held my breath for a moment, listening for him. She’d told me he never stuck around to cuddle, but part of me had wondered if that was the entire truth. But no, there was no sound of him breathing on her far side. I unburied my face from Tarryn’s hair and disentangled my limbs from hers, then hunted for my boxer briefs. Once I was no longer completely naked, I went to see if he was in the living room.
He was sprawled on the couch, wearing a pair of jeans, but no shirt, and barefoot. Was he asleep? No. As I entered the room, his gaze found mine.
“Is the TV too loud?”
“No. I couldn’t even hear it from the bedroom.”
“Couldn’t sleep?”
“I was fine until I realized you were missing.” It probably sounded weirdly clingy. I’d only ever been in a relationship with one person, and I didn’t want to be in one with him, but I still wondered what he was thinking. He considered me his property, obviously, otherwise, he wouldn’t have carved his initials into me.
He liked to torment me. He liked to fuck me. He liked to fuck my wife. Sometimes, he showed me what could almost be construed as affection, but other times it seemed as if he hated me.
“If I didn’t know your history, I’d think you were a fuckboy. You have sex with us and then bail.”
“I didn’t bail. I’m right here.”
“I can see that, but why aren’t you in bed with us?”
He grimaced. “Why? Do you want to cuddle with me, Valor Davenport?”
No one could make me blush like this man. It was annoying but also made me feel...things.
