Page 62 of Burn Like An Angel

I don’t spare Lennox a single glance as I suck Raine deep into my mouth. When his tip nudges the back of my throat, I lift my head, swirling my tongue back up to the end before taking him deep once more.

“Goddammit,” Raine grinds out. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

Not him.

Just his asshole friend.

With each suck, I rotate my head to lick around his engorged cock. The light scrape of teeth causes Raine to curse again. Hearing him moaning in pleasure only spurs me on.

I’m going to make him fill my mouth with his seed just so Lennox can see me swallow it. If he wants to play mind games, I can give just as good as I get.

Raine fists a hand in my short hair, using his grip to guide my movements. Each time he pushes me down, his hips lift to glide in deeper. I happily let him fuck my mouth.

Each thrust makes moisture gather in the corners of my eyes. I don’t mind his roughness, though. I want Raine to feel good, to let go even if only for a second. For the burdens he’s carried for me, he deserves no less.

“That’s it,” he encourages in a low rasp. “You take me so well, babe.”

The burn of each pump is oh-so-satisfying. I love that he’s completely disregarding Lennox and taking exactly what he wants. Something tells me Raine is just as mad as I am at the stubborn bastard.

Each tug on my short curls makes warmth pool at the apex of my thighs. I’m already clenched tight with need. At this rate, I’ll let him strip me bare, bend me over and fuck me on full display.

In my periphery, I can see Lennox is unmoved. The man’s frozen to the spot. He doesn’t even have the shame to look away. I feel fucking powerful, yet I hate myself at the same time for even caring.

“Rip,” Raine moans languidly.

His jean-clad thighs are tensing beneath my palms, telling me he’s close. Increasing my speed, I’m determined to wringevery drop of bliss from him. I want his complete and utter surrender.

“I’m going to pour myself down your throat, guava girl.”

His cock jerks in my mouth, spasming with the force of his orgasm. My pussy quivers at the sensation of driving Raine to the brink. I don’t stop sucking until he groans loudly, the hot spurts of his seed hitting my throat.

His painfully tight clasp on my hair loosens. Stilling, I slowly pull my mouth from Raine’s cock, wiping at my bottom lip with a single finger. He’s a panting mess beneath me, his liquid gold gaze burning bright.

I tilt my head to see Lennox. Eyes narrowed. Lips wet. Two wide pupils melt the skin from my bones with the violence of an acid attack. He doesn’t blink as I make a show of swallowing Raine’s come.

“Are you still here?” I ask bluntly.

Lips parted, Lennox sits stock-still. Stares. Falters.

“You may want me gone, but I’m right where I belong.” I refuse to look away from him. “You’re the one who should go if you don’t want this.”

His mouth opens and closes, like words are forming on the tip of his tongue. His facial expression twists and transforms, rapidly shifting between anger, lust and… Is that jealousy? Oh, fucking perfect. He’s pathetic.

Squirming with need, I’m tempted to let Raine return the favour. Would that cause Lennox to relent? Seeing me ride his friend’s face? I want to know just how far I can push him before he breaks.

“Rip.” Lennox’s lips form a narrow strip of anger. “I?—”

The doors to the swimming pool being tossed open cuts him off. Xander runs in, his face flushed. He skids to a halt as Raine quickly rights himself, zipping up his jeans.

“Helicopters overhead,” Xander rushes out.

“What?” Raine gasps.

“I was on the roof. I counted dozens of men, armed and wearing protective gear. The journalists have all been cleared out. Their weapons… I saw bullets.”

“Bullets?” I repeat.

“This isn’t a rescue mission. They’re going to storm the institute and clear it out by force. No cameras, no witnesses.”

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