Chapter 141
“Good girl,” Roman said to her.
I bit down so hard on the inside of my cheek I tasted blood.
Just then, his masked head lifted–just enough for me to feel it, that tether, that electric pull. My boy was looking at me. Not her. Not the
crowd. Me.
And God help me, I wanted to believe it.
But his hips jerked again, and the sound he made when she swallowed
him down ripped me apart. Because it wasn’t me on my knees. It
wasn’t my mouth.
Roman grinned across the space between us, always the showman. “Now return the gift, Xion. Make her scream for us.”
Luna lay back on her elbows–legs wide open–as Noah obeyed. The chains rattled against the ground as he went down on all fours, his head dropping between Luna’s thighs. Her breath hitched the second his tongue touched her, her moan echoing over the speakers.
The crowd erupted, chairs shifting, a few voices crying out in
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approval.
I forced myself to stand tall, to let them see control instead of the
fury boiling under my skin. My boy was beautiful like this, mouth
buried between her thighs, shoulders straining, desperate to please.
And I hated it more than anything I’d ever endured.
“Deeper,” Roman commanded.
Noah obeyed, his groan vibrating against her slick heat. The sound went straight to my cock, stiff and aching, even as my heart ached
worse.
“Good,” I forced out, my voice barely even. “Stay there. Make her
come.”
Luna’s head tipped back, her body arching, her moans rising as Noah
devoured her like she was his last meal. And yet–between gasps,
between thrusts of his tongue–his masked face tilted, almost
imperceptibly, toward me.
Like he wanted me to see.
And that hurt more than anything else could. Tonight it was just this stranger, part of the act, and I knew she meant nothing to him. But
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tomorrow? Tomorrow it would be Lexie. And she wouldn’t be a one-
time performance–she’d be a relationship, with feelings, with a
future…. And that was something I would never be able to stomach.
Back on stage, Noah continued to pleasure her, like the pro he
apparently was, sucking on her clit as her body arched and trembled,
her hips bucking against his mouth.
“Come for us, my girl.” Roman’s grin widened as Luna cried out
seconds after, her climax echoing across the room. Noah held her
steady, his mouth relentless until she broke apart, gasping, her thighs
shaking. And when she sagged against her chains, he didn’t stop–he
licked her clean, every stroke of his tongue dragging a ragged groan
from her throat until she was spent.
The crowd erupted, voices loud now, hungry, feeding on the spectacle.
“Enough,” Roman commanded. He tugged her back by the hair, eyes
gleaming. “Now, I want you to finish what you started.”
They switched positions. The glisten of her lips shone under the
lights as she took him into her mouth once again, slow at first, then deeper, faster, until his masked head tipped back and his chains rattled with every thrust of his hips.
And God help me, it was beautiful. My boy–hard, wild, gasping–but
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every moan that tore from him gutted me.
I stood rigid, fists curled, trembling from the effort of holding still while my cock ached painfully in my trousers. Watching her swallow
him whole, watching him fuck her mouth when all I wanted was to
claim him myself–every nerve in my body screamed with fury and
need.
And then I felt it… A warmth pressed against my thigh. A presence at
my side.
I looked down–and met Anthony’s perfect, dangerous blue eyes
staring up at me.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
