Page 84 of The Demons We Hide

“Ah, ah. This isn’t your show,” I tell her, grabbing her hips and keeping her in place.

“Nolan, I swear to fuck, if you don’t?—”

“Gio.” No sooner have I said his name than sexual fucking chameleon that he is, Gio latches back on to her and Juliet’s scream as she finds yet another orgasm lifts into the air.

I thrust back into her. God, I love cutting off her threats with my cock in her cunt. It’s like a high I’ve never had, but I’m also too turned on to keep her on the edge all night. Maybe when we’re in a bed, sequestered, and I have hours to play, I’ll do that, but for now, I want the both of us to come.

So, I fuck her and I fuck her hard. Drilling her against the tree and into Gio’s lips and tongue until her cries of pleasure and of pain are imprinted on my brain. The sounds of our sex surround the three of us. Juliet begins to sob after her fifth or sixth orgasm—I’ve lost count.

“Stop, God… fuck, Gio, please stop. I can’t—I can’t—” Never in all of my wildest dreams did I ever think we’d make it here. To Juliet Donovan’s begging and pleading, but somehow, we did it.

Gio, however, doesn’t listen. Evil villain that he is, he dives against her harder, and I feel fingers against the underside of my cock on my next thrust. I nearly come undone myself as he slips one inside alongside my dick.

“Fucking hell!” I bite out the words. “Warn me next time, man.”

Gio’s response is to curl his fingers against her G-spot, and it’s game fucking over. Even if he’s not doing it for me, the feel of her tight cunt squeezing down for a final time, threatening to break my dick in half is all I can stand.

With a groan, I fuck myself all the way to the base once again and hold still as Juliet’s orgasm and soft sounds of begging and pleading drag every fucking bit of my own cum from my balls. Wicked hot jet after wicked hot jet spills forth and Gio finally releases her, pulling his finger out from her cunt as he gets to his feet to the side of us.

I dump every last ounce of my load into her contracting pussy as it flutters around me. “So fucking perfect,” I breathe out as I slump over her when I’m done. “So … fucking perfect for us.”

Juliet can’t seem to respond as she drags in lungfuls of air. She’ll have Gio’s taste on her tongue for days, and with how deep I am inside her, she’ll have mine in her belly for the same amount of time. I’ve never cum so long or so hard in my life and I know, before this year is over, that if Juliet Donovan doesn’t become ours … I’ll never find another woman like her again.

33

LEX

“You have twenty minutes.” The guard’s warning is spoken in such a quiet tone that it doesn’t echo down the long concrete hallway of Hansgard Correctional Facility. I nod my acknowledgement anyway and wait for him to glance up one way and down the other before quickly pulling open the door to the shower rooms just wide enough for me to slip inside. He’ll remain outside until I’m done where I’ll then be led back to the front as if I’m any other inmate scheduled to be released today.

Echoes of water slapping off skin and flat tile ricochet into the cold space. I follow the sound of the spray of a single shower head, striding towards the lone stall at the end. There are no curtains to hide off each individual alcove, but there are bricked walls to give each one some semblance of privacy. I’m not necessarily concerned about privacy, though. Allen Donovan and I are the only ones here—something I quietly arranged with the guard now standing outside.

“Donovan.” Juliet’s father lets out a shout and whirls around as I cross in front of his stall and stand there.

“What the fuck!” He covers himself, cupping both hands over his junk as he gapes at me, wide-eyed and horrified. His eyes dart to the side, where the exit remains firmly closed.

I roll my eyes and rip off a towel, tossing it to him as he hastily snatches it out of the air and begins to wrap it around his waist before shutting off the water. “Who the hell are you?” he demands once he’s covered.

I arch an eyebrow. “Your worst nightmare if you piss me off.”

He keeps looking at the damn door and it’s starting to irritate me. I make a point of turning my body and standing directly in its path and watch the pulse in his throat throb with renewed terror. Donovan has clearly not gotten used to prison life. He’s likely wondering if I’ve come here to rape him as he’s heard happen to so many men confined in these places. I roll my eyes at the absurdity. The only body I’d ever be interested in is Juliet’s.

“W-what do you want from me?” Donovan asks, jutting his chin out as if he’s not scared.

My lips twitch. Maybe Juliet got her stubbornness from this man. Pushing away that thought, I suck in a breath and fix him with a darker look. “Information,” I say.

Donovan’s brow puckers as he stares back at me for several moments. He doesn’t move forward, doesn’t try to exit his stall lest he draw closer to where I stand. I wait for it and am surprised that it doesn’t take long for him to figure out who I actually am. His eyes widen after a moment and then that brow puckers once again.

“You’re… the Scorpion?” He frowns.

“What?” I grin. “You thought I’d be shorter?”

“Older, actually.”

I shrug. I’ve never actually gotten that before, but I’m not surprised. I’ve never actually met a client face to face, and Allen Donovan is only special because of who he is to Juliet. Sniffing sharply, I wrinkle my nose at the smell of antiseptic and flat unscented soap before marching over to the row of sinks across from the shower stalls. Turning my back on one, I prop myself up and cross my arms over my chest.

“We need to talk,” I state.

Donovan just stares at me for a moment more. Then his eyes dart to the door and back to me. I arch an eyebrow, waiting to see what he’ll do. If he’ll run or stay. Thankfully, he stays—just because he’s Juliet’s father doesn’t mean I won’t break an ankle to get him to stick around so I can get what I need.

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