“So you’re the dickheads who got my cousin in so much trouble?” she asks, tossing her hair, unable to tear her pretty orbs away from Lorcan.
Saskia notices her staring at her brother immediately. “He’s taken.”
Lorcan hasn’t even noticed. His eyes are still fixed on V. I don’t think they ever left.
I snort a laugh, and the girls shoot dark looks my way. Sorrow practically glares and but she follows Lorcan’s gaze, her frown deepening when she sees who’s got his undivided attention.
They always go for the tall, dark, tortured one. It used to fucking piss me off when we were kids. I can’t look at an orchard the same way after he deflowered my first-ever girlfriend against the biggest fucking apple tree in the field behind his house. That was when I decided it was easier to share them with him, and then later, with Sinner. I also decided to date his sister then to piss him off.
Look at us now, sharing the girl of our dreams.
“She can’t be dating both of them?” Sorrow says, brow furrowed.
“Three of us,” I say, taking a drink of my flat fucking coke. “She’s with me too.”
Sorrow looks me up and down. “Three guys. How? What the hell does she have that we all don’t? I don’t get it.”
“Speak for yourself,” Saskia says acidly.
Quinn turns back to join us, having ordered the drinks from the bar. She hands Saskia a glass of wine and Sorrow what looks to be a Redbull and vodka. “Are we talking about Viola? Because I would say, she’s got me too.”
When everyone looks at her, including Lorcan too, she shrugs. “I would if she would have me. She’s amazing in bed,” she says simply. “Her pussy practically sucks you into it.”
Now we all look at Quinn, wondering just what part of her Viola’s pussy has fucking devoured and when.
Lorcan grimaces, brow full of fucking deep ass furrows. “Can we not talk about this with my sister standing there?”
“I’m not a fucking prude, Lor,” Saskia glares at him. “If I went that way, I’d do her too.”
Lorcan chokes on his drink, and Quinn laughs softly into hers. Only Sorrow looks confused. I can’t help but snort again. It’s the wrong reaction because Saskia gives me a death stare, taking a long sip of her wine before adding, “Well, Jude isn’t that great. He’s lucky to be included. That’s all I have to say.”
I almost do a fucking Lor and choke on my pisspoor drink, but I’m saved by the fucking Angel of Death looking over and catching my eye. Then she walks out of the room, leaving Dino, as per the plan, to distract his family.
Time to get this show on the fucking road.
I shoot a look at Lor and Quinn before sauntering out after the only girl ever to suck me up, spit me out, and leave me begging for fucking more.
Viola is waitingfor me in the bathroom at the end of the hall. It’s not locked because, apparently, there are no doors with locks in this damn house. So I just barge in to find Viola standing there, waiting for me with a faint smile on her lips.
I’m on her in a fucking heartbeat.
All that talk of pussy sucking has me shoving her back against the bathroom mirror, running my hands over her tight body under that dangerous dress. The bathroom and the bedrooms are the only places where there aren’t any cameras, so they are the only places we can talk without some fucker listening in. It’s the only place I can do what I’ve wanted to do the second we got here.
I delve a couple of fingers inside her, stroking her clit with the ball of my thumb. It has the effect of making her mewl like a goddamn kitten.
“I heard some very interesting things from Quinn,” I say, getting down between her legs, hitching her skirt so I can get better access, tearing her silk panties aside with my fucking teeth.
“Quinn likes to exaggerate,” she breathes as I plunge a tongue inside her, teasing her slick, wet folds.
“No, I don’t think she does,” I mutter between licks. She tastes like the most delicate fucking liquor. Her hands, nails now they’ve grown back, are digging in my scalp, making my dick rigid in my pants. That can wait. I want to eat her up first.
Viola clenches her thighs against me as I push her legs apart so I can devour her deeper. She’s greedy for me, panting and shaking, her moans driving me fucking crazy. I’m hard as anything as I bring her to a quick climax. Out of all the ways I get to claim her glorious body, I absolutely love making her come. If I can’t get my kicks elsewhere, then I’ll fucking need to do this more often. I’ll probably turn into a sex addict.
When she finally gives one last shudder, her pussy flooding my mouth with the sweet taste of her, I almost blow my load. She’s so fucking tight and wet. I just want to sink myself inside her. Giving her one orgasm isn’t enough. I want to fuck her so damn hard, giving her as many as she can handle, taking away all the fucking goddamn anger out of her.
I told her once my gift was fucking…
I meant it.