Page 117 of The Outlaw's Savage Revenge

Scar shifts in his seat, his expression carefully blank, but there’s a rabid fire in his eyes that tells me he’s far from indifferent to what’s unfolding.

“Open your mouth.”

I watch her lick her lips and slacken her jaw as I bring her closer, stopping just a hairbreath from her open mouth.

As if she can’t wait to have my cock fed to her, she shuffles forward on her knees, and her pink tongue darts out to tease my slit, making my fists clench. Then, moaning, she drags the flat of her tongue all the way from my balls up to my crown, swirling around my swollen, throbbing glans.

“Fuck, Luciana,” I growl, the sight of her almost too much to bear as she takes me into the wet heat of her mouth.

My head falls back as tingles race along my spine. She’s not even sucking me yet, and I’m already gritting my teeth against the urge to blow my load.

How the fuck is she so good at driving me insane?

Her lips wrap around the head of my cock, and after a few tentative pulls, she starts to suck hard enough to make stars explode behind my eyelids. I groan, rocking my hips forward, seeking more of her slick heat. The sound of her gags spikes up my arousal.

“So fucking good, baby, just like—Fuck!”I shout as she takes me deep, past the resistance in her throat.

My other hand joins the one tangled in her hair, and I pull her right against me as the animal in me takes over, not stopping until she’s more than halfway down my cock.

She looks up at me with eyes wide with lust, watering, but she doesn’t pull away. Her heat, her tightness, and her submission send a toe-curling pleasure through me until I make myself withdraw so she can breathe. I stare in fascination as strings of saliva drip from my cock to her plump lips.

She takes a few gasps and then is about to pick up where she left off, and fuck if her eagerness for me doesn’t have my balls drawing up tight.

“Take it easy,” I growl out between clenched teeth.

Luna’s dark, watery gaze meets mine, and she slowly shakes her head. “No, Caden. You don’t want easy. You want to show the world who I belong to.”

She’s reading me as accurately as if I were behind a transparent glass. It should unnerve me to be seen this clearly, but instead, decadent satisfaction fills me.

I did this. I let her in. I taught her to see beyond my mask and read me like a book.

And then my thoughts fracture as she slides my cock between her lips, not stopping until I’m deep inside her throat. Over and over I hold her head steady, letting her muscles milk the fuck out of me before withdrawing then plunging in again.

It’s messy, noisy with the savage wet sounds of my cock kissing her throat and my own desperate groans. I can feel my orgasm building, the pressure tightening in my loins.

My head falls back as my breath leaves me in loud moans and ragged gasps. Suddenly, my eyes collide with Scar’s, and I sense a silent question in his shocked gaze. He’s never seen me unravel like this, and I imagine it’s something he can’t unsee.

Luna might be on her knees, but it’s unmistakable who is submitting here.

Every line of Scar’s rigid body tells me he wants to be here. Taking my place.

Taking her place.The dark thought hits me out of nowhere.

“Mine!” I growl into the room as I feel myself at the knife edge of orgasm, all my muscles tensing. But it’s Luna’s eyes, the way she watches me, demanding I hold nothing back, that shoves me beyond the point of no return.

My climax hits with a force that wrenches a garbled cry of her name out of me, my arm blindly seeking purchase against the bar top to hold up my weakening knees.

My hand knocks over my glass of whisky, and it shatters on the polished floor, but neither of us notices. Pleasure shoots out of my cock and sprays her throat in endless pulses of cum. She swallows it down eagerly, her eyes never leaving mine. Wanting my essence on her dewy skin, I withdraw and spill the rest of my cum on her gorgeous face.

The aftershocks of pleasure are blinding, and for a moment, I lose myself in the raw, unfiltered sensation of Luna.

The fog lifts and I catch sight of Scar. He’s now on his feet, the ice in his glass clicking from his now trembling hand.

“Wow,” he mouths, but there’s more than awe in his gaze—there’s need radiating off him like a forcefield.He wants her.

I jerk my head toward the door, relishing the sick satisfaction settling over me.

Scar drains his glass and sets it down with a soft clink, meeting my eyes one last time. There’s the signature cold glint in his eyes, but the smirk on his lips is so much like mine. He knows that another line has been drawn.

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