Page 30 of Bound By Ruin

I barely get another thrust in before Rage is snarling behind me like a rabid animal, clearly having some kind of tantrum.

I’m too far gone to care, balls deep and panting in Celia’s ear. She slides her fingers through my hair, tugging on the strands until she’s able to latch onto my mouth. I groan as she bites my bottom lip and sucks, taking over my mouth the same way I’m taking her pussy, hard and fast andwet,so goddamn wet. My balls draw up and I come fast, the softest whimper escaping past my lips as my cock jerks, filling her up just like I’d promised, each pump painting her walls with my cream.

She hums against my mouth, then grabs my chin and wrenches my face to the side. “You don’t think you’re done, do you?” She pants, locking her legs tighter around my hips. With both of her hands anchored to my shoulders, she grinds her pussy onto my cock, crying out as she hits the perfect spot. “Yes,” she moans, her nails digging into my back. “Yes, Rebel, right there.God, I need you to make me come. I need it so bad. Don’t you want to make me come? Youpromised.”

I drive into her again, gasping as a surge of pleasure rushes down my spine. “I will, baby, I promise.” Shit. How long can I go? It doesn’t matter—Ihaveto keep going. She latches onto my neck and sucks, sending another spark of need straight to my balls. “S-stop,” I whine, dropping my forehead onto her shoulder. “I can’t—fuck.”

Celia brings her lips to my ear, her voice as sinfully sweet as her cunt. “You’ll come again for me, won’t you?” She grinds her hips, gasping as she moves. “Pleasecome for me. I need—I needmore. Be a good boy and fill up my pussy.”

Oh. My. God.

Within seconds, my body’s convulsing for a second time as she milks my cock. This time, she murmurs a repeatedyesyesyesas she chases her own high, finally coming with a high-pitched cry that sparks across my skin like firecrackers. I drag in lungfuls of air, tasting her desire on my lips, my tongue, the heavy scent of sex filling the room.

“Well then,” Rage rumbles somewhere in the distance, “you two get alongwell.”

I can’t help but laugh at my brother’s burning jealousy. It’s eating him alive.

“What’s so fucking funny?”

Kissing a bright-eyed Celia before daring to meet my brother’s glare in the mirror, I grin wolfishly at him. “Give it a rest, man. She’sours.If you want her, come get her.” I press another kiss to Celia’s lips, then to her flushed cheek. “Do you want him to fill you up, too, baby?”

I’m sure that Rage is tired of feeling like sloppy seconds, but it’s notmyfault that he’s got a stick up his ass. If he’d let loose a little, I’m sure she’d open up to him as beautifully as she opens up for me. Hell, she’s opening up toRuin.If anyone can love that fucker, then there’s hope for Rage, yet.

Rage cuts into the conversation before Celia can reply. “There’s no time. Get dressed—both of you. And keep your clothes on.” He smacks his palm against the door frame before leaving, no doubt needing to find a release of his own.

Celia traces her fingertips along my new fade, then runs her hands through my sweat-slicked hair. “Do you think he’s mad at me?” she asks, her eyebrows pinching with worry. “I just—it’s just that—” Sighing, she buries her face against my neck. “Things feel so easy with you, you know?”

I feel the exact same way.

“I know.”

Slowly pulling away from her, I slide my cock out from her slick heat and admire the mess we’ve made. I almost feel bad about taking her panties—but Ireallywant her to be thinking of me all night long, no matter whose arm she’s on. Slipping my fingers between her thighs, I carefully gather the cum leaking from her slit and push it back inside, hoping that it takes.

I know that Rage insists on being the first of us to knock her up, but sometimes I think…

Maybe I want it to be me.

After helping Celia off of the counter and finally latching her necklace in place, I let her in on a secret. It’s actually why Rage came to find her in the first place, but I was too distracted to remember until post-nut clarity hit.Oops.

“He has a surprise for you,” I admit sheepishly, feeling a liiiiittle guilty for once. “That’s why he came in here.”

“Oh,” she breathes, flushing with embarrassment. “I guess I should, uh, go find him.”

Grabbing her hand as she tries to leave, I pull her back in for a slow kiss, hoping that she knows that even though Rage is struggling with his feelings, I don’t regret anything. “Hey,” I murmur, holding her tight in my arms. My heart pounds harder the longer I look into her eyes, and I suddenly forget what I was trying to say. “Um, I just wanted to say… that…”

I love you.

The words slam into my chest, and I’m not prepared for the overwhelming wave of emotion that follows.

Celia waits patiently for me to finish what I’m trying to say, and that makes it harder to remember anything other than those three little words.

“I don’t regret anything,” I blurt out, mentally cursing myself for dropping the bag. Would she even want to hear me say it? That I love her? Is now the right time? Does she even feel the same way about me?

“I don’t regret anything, either.” Kissing my cheek, she smiles. “I never regret anything with you, Rebel. You make me feel…” Her hazel eyes glitter like starlight. My heart kicks against my ribs like a bass drum.

Ba-dum.

“…alive. I really love spending time with you.”

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