Page 42 of Blind Justice

Chapter Six

Bella pushed into the apartment first, Enzo hot on her heels.

Those scenes. The debauched way those people gyrated and screamed. The cries of passion. The sounds of moans, reciprocated gratification. It was foreign. Confusing. The juxtaposition of the couples—the Doms and subs—turned her on and left her aching for relief. Her heart pounded. Her knees grew weak.

Club X wasn’t anything like Raul’s despicable den of iniquity. Mistress Trixie’s establishment held a lightness to it, pulsing with acceptance and a desire to please. It was intoxicating. Bella’s head spun, and her stomach fluttered with arousal. She gazed at Enzo, who appeared as she did, edgy. She took his hand, tugging him farther into the space they called home.

“Papi Chulo...”

“Bella, baby,” Enzo groaned. “I’m trippin’.”

“Me too.” She ran her tongue over her bottom lip. “Nothing like what we’ve ever seen.”

He shook his head. “No. Did you see the way the guy—Both men played with the woman?”

“I don’t want to talk about it right now.” She pulled the zipper down on the front of her dress. “I’m not wearing any panties.” She dropped the jumpsuit as she continued to walk backwards.

“Fuck.” Enzo tugged his shirt off first then his pants. “Same. No boxers.” He snatched her to him before she could escape to their bed.

“Fuck me, Enzo. Hard. Now. I can’t wait.”

He spun her around and pushed her onto the bed, laying over the back of her. “You’ve got me in knots. All I’ve been able to think about is you in the bathroom with Duncan this morning. It’s got my mind going in crazy circles.”

“Me? What about you? You sucked his thick cock and didn’t let me watch.” She glared at him from over her shoulder. “Not fair.”

“I think he’s going to let me do it again. Then you can watch us. Promise, hermosa.” He slid his palm down her spine while widening her stance with his thighs.

Enzo teased her with the tip of his cock, circling her clit over and over again. It was maddening. Exciting. She groaned, going down to her forearms. She fisted the sheet below her, anchoring herself. When he entered her, he didn’t stop until he was balls deep. Bella cried out, arching to him. It was pleasure-filled pain. He stretched her, forcing her to take him in one go. He pressed his forehead to her back and shuddered.

His pace was erratic.

Dangerous.

Ravenous.

Enzo’s fingertips dug into her hips, and she knew she’d be bruised the by the morning. It turned her on more. It showed his ownership. Pride welled within her. Nobody loved her like her Papi Chulo did. No one ever would. She sank into the sensations zinging through her body, chasing her release. She met Enzo stroke for stroke, frantic to find her pleasure. Her skin was too taut, and the anxious energy building within left her a bit out of sorts. It was intoxicating and heady.

She was lost to it.

“Harder, Papi,” she whined. “More.”

Enzo grunted. “Fuck, hermosa. You’re driving me to the brink.”

“Same,” she sobbed. “Don’t stop.”

Bella dug her nails into Enzo’s thigh, hanging onto him. His hiss of pain drove the pounding lust through her veins. Nothing previous compared to that moment in Duncan’s apartment. She wanted it to last forever, because she knew once the minute ended, they would go back to worrying and fretting over what might happen. She hated it. Hated not being in control of her life. Of what could happen to her. She couldn’t come and go like she wanted, and three weeks was a little much for her. She was going stir crazy. This though... Fuck, she needed this.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

Bella screamed at Duncan’s booming voice.Shit. We’re screwed.

He’d been temptedto join Thomas while Scotty and AJ played. Watching the three of them did turn him on, however, after getting a taste of Enzo, he only had eyes for the man. Bella walking in on him threw a wrench in the works too. She was temptation incarnate. He’d crossed a line he wasn’t sure he should when she asked about his tattoo. It would have been so easy to kiss her, to coax out the vixen he knew was inside of her. He’d never been so conflicted in his life.

However, the true test came while they sat in the club, taking in the scenes while he waited for Thomas. Enzo was on the edge of his seat, observing every bit of the power exchange between the Dom and his sub. He was enthralled. Aroused, if the bulge in his pants was any indication, and he wanted a taste of it. Ideas bloomed in Duncan’s mind. The way he’d discipline Enzo. How he’d stand over the man who’d kneel before Duncan, naked and tied up. Shit, Duncan needed to get his head on straight. He had to remember the mission. Thomas needed his help finding info on Sasha’s family, and he couldn’t do that if his thoughts centered on the man behind the door of his apartment.

Sticking his key into the lock, Duncan paused. The sound of hard fucking drifted from one of the rooms. A wry chuckle built in his chest. However, the minute he stepped inside his apartment, he worried he entered the wrong place. The noise coming from behind the screen was a mixture of pleasure and desperation. They were sounds that shouldn’t have come from his apartment, especially because Enzo and Bella were siblings. He dropped his stuff by the door and stormed over to where his bed was located.

When Bella and Enzo came into view, the scene took his breath away. They were grinding and thrusting together, and a sheen of sweat covered both of them. The noises Enzo made were guttural while Bella’s were soft cries. Both of their naked bodies were canvases covered in tattoos, and the vine of red and white roses followed the curve of Bella’s body. They started at her hip and went to her chest, thirteen in all. Duncan should have been repulsed by the idea of siblings fucking each other, but his aching dick throbbed, renewed by the sight unfolding in front of him.

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