Page 108 of Twilight of Embers
“Yes,” I breathed.
His fingers tangled in my tiny thong, and a second later, he was shoving the fabric into his pocket. “To mark the memory.”
My breaths came quicker as Cillian’s fingers were back, teasing and toying.
“Keep watching,” he ordered.
It was all I could do to focus on the three people on stage. The second man rounded the woman, unzipping his pants and stroking himself. He nodded at the first man. Number one brought the flogger down hard on the woman’s ass, and number two slammed inside her.
She cried out, but there was no pain in her voice, only pure pleasure. Number two thrust into her over and over as the flogger whipped across her backside. My own core spasmed as her muscles shook.
Cillian growled in my ear as he slid three fingers inside me.
Knox moved in closer on one side of me, gazing down, eyes blazing gold. “So beautiful with those flushed cheeks, just begging for Cillian to make you come.”
My walls tightened around Cillian’s fingers, and I let out a whimper.
Cáel reached up, palming my breast through the silk of my dress. My nipples hardened to sharp points as my legs trembled. His fingers elongated one and then twisted as Knox nipped my ear.
It was all it took. I shattered. I would’ve hit the floor if Cillian’s arm hadn’t come around me. He held me upright as he extended the orgasm, pulling wave after wave of pleasure from me.
I struggled to catch my breath as I slowly came back to myself. Cillian pulled his fingers from my body, lifting them to his mouth and sucking them clean.
I gaped up at him, but he just grinned.
A figure bumped into Knox. And familiar green-and-gold eyes seared into me. A muscle in Easton’s jaw ticked wildly as he glared down at me.
“Do me a favor and fuck her elsewhere next time,” Easton growled. “I’d still like to have a little fun left in my life.”
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I pushed off Cillian’s chest and gave Easton a hard shove. “I’m not stopping you from doing whatever the hell you want. You want to grab some random and fuck her up on that stage? Have at it.”
The gold in Easton’s green eyes sparked and swirled. “Just knowing you were here would kill my hard-on before I had the chance.”
I made an exaggerated show of looking at his crotch. There was something long and thick pressing against his zipper. “Something makes me think you’re a damned liar.”
A wave of rage hit me as Easton’s hands balled into fists. “Just because the fucking fates chained me to you, doesn’t mean I’ll give in. My body might react to you, but you’ll never steal my soul.”
“East,” Knox growled in warning.
But Easton just shook off his brother. “I still have my free will the last time I checked, and I don’t want a damned thing to do with you. So just go use one of these assholes as your own personal vibrator. But remember, none of them actually chose you either.”
Easton’s words slammed into me, leveling blow after blow, each one worse than before.
My eyes burned, and my throat constricted, but I refused to let him see me cry. I didn’t say a word, just took off running for what looked like a back hallway.
There was a scuffle behind me, and I glanced back in time to see Knox’s fist connect with Easton’s cheek. I didn’t wait for them to sort it out. I dodged club goers and staff alike, moving deeper into the club until I spotted a hallway that read Staff Only.
I ducked down it until I reached an end that said Exit. Praying I wouldn’t set off an alarm, I pushed the door open and stepped outside.
The cold air wrapped around me, but I welcomed the bite. Anything to distract me from Easton’s brutal words. Words that I was terrified were true.
I stepped out farther, taking the steps that would bring me back to street level. The alley was blissfully quiet. Only the faint strains of music flared when a door opened around the corner.
I lowered myself to a curb and let my head fall to my knees. No matter how hard I tried to keep them back, a few tears escaped and coated my skin. I was sure my makeup had melted into a hot mess by now. But what did it matter? It was all playing pretend anyway.
