Page 945 of Lessons in Cruelty

But his eyes are closed. He’s lost himself, too busy fucking Kai’s ass to notice that Kai made Haven come.

As if they both realize the same thing, Haven hurriedly starts moaning again, and Kai plants his mouth back on her cunt like nothing happened.

Rooke pulls out of him, and slaps Kai’s ass so hard that Haven whimpers in pain at the sudden pressure against her clit.

“Both of you, asses up and ready.”

I have no idea what the command means, but they do. Haven slips off the couch and, with a quick glance over her shoulder at me, puts her knees on the couch cushions, and grabs the headrest with both hands.

I stare greedily at her cunt as she slowly spreads her legs, giving me a perfect view of her glistening pussy.

A moment later, Kai joins her. His thighs are shaking, and his face is flushed—cheeks the same color as the hand print Rooke’s slap left on his ass. He spreads his legs as well, his dick and balls hanging thick and heavy between his legs.

“Deputy said both. He gets both.”

He strips off the used condom, knots it, and tosses it toward the wastebasket beside the couch. Haven holds out another packet without being asked.

He doesn’t bother slicking himself with lube this time. Instead, he stands to the side so I can see everything he does, and shoves his fingers inside Haven’s cunt. She gasps, then rocks back, head dipping down as she fucks his fingers in short, sharp jabs.

He holds his hand still, letting her fuck his one hand, the other slowly working his own cock until he’s just as hard as when he was inside Kai’s hole. When his hand is dripping with Haven’s arousal, he smears it over his cock.

“Ready for me, girl?” His voice is deeper now, rough around the edges.

Haven shivers, then glances over her shoulder at me.

Me.

Why the fuck is she⁠—?

“He won’t be able to see,” she says, sounding almost sulky about it.

Rooke glances over his shoulder. “You’re right, sweet girl. How rude of me.”

She lets out a squeal when he slings an arm around her waist and drags her off the couch.

He kicks Kai’s chair closer to mine. There’s barely an inch between our knees when he seats himself opposite me, Haven standing obediently at his side.

“That better, my horny little slut?” Rooke says.

I can’t tell from his face if he’s truly upset with her wanting me to watch, or if this is all part of his show.

Even Kai looks over his shoulder, eyebrows drawn together, like he’s making sure he doesn’t need to intervene on Haven’s behalf.

“You don’t need to—“ I cut off when Rooke positions Haven between us, her legs on either side of his, spread wide.

She loses her balance, pitching forward, and grabs onto my shoulder for support.

The air crystallizes with a sudden, intense silence.

“Let go of him,” Rooke growls.

Haven snatches her hand away like I’m made of molten metal.

Everything stops.

Kai turns toward Rooke. Haven goes perfectly still. For the first time since I entered the cabin, Rooke doesn’t look amused. He doesn’t look calculating.

He looks jealous as fuck…until Haven’s no longer touching me.