Page 51 of Lovely Deceit

“Take this in,” he murmurs, pushing it inside once more.

Behind him, Alaric’s stroking his cock. His face is raw, excited torture. Oliver is fidgeting, getting restless.

“Fuck this bottle like you want it to be me.”

I move against it. I can’t fucking help myself. The neck disappears further with each stroke, and I’m completely caught up in the moment.

Leo’s dark hair impedes my view. He flicks my clit in tune with the release of the bottle, and I’m a goner. I don’t even think about managing my reaction. I don’t stifle the moans that erupt from my throat as my pussy grips the bottle with Leo’s skilled tongue on my bundle of nerves, lapping me all up.

I convulse from head to toe until I’m spent. “Holy fuck,” I mutter.

Leo pulls the bottle from me, and my whole body trembles slightly. In fear, maybe? As if that was wrong, yet I enjoyed the hell out of it, anyway.

If we were at any other place, any other time, I’d probably joke with him. I’d probably even congratulate the fuck out of him.

I don’t do any of those things, though, as reality comes crashing back around me.

I pull myself to my feet, and Leo has to sprawl backward so he doesn’t hit my boot. He drops the bottle, and it rolls across the floor, hitting the couch.

“You both can stay. For now.” I don’t dare look at Alaric’s cock still in his hand or Leo’s flushed face. The point is to keep the upper hand—and my dignity.

Oliver grips my hand, and I lean on him as he takes most of the weight off my foot. His strong grip keeps me grounded and also from falling apart.

I stop midway up the steps. “Oliver’s going to sleep in my room and fuck my brains out so I don’t have to think. I’ll deal with you two tomorrow.”

“Eden…” It’s Leo this time. “Are you okay, at least?” And even in asking, his voice is filled with exasperation like it bugs the shit out of him that I never just do exactly what he wants me to.

I’m not sure if he’s asking about his bottle trick or the fact that Alaric had me hooked up to something akin to electric shock therapy. “I’d answer but I don’t think you give a shit,” I mutter before heading up the stairs again, Oliver’s hand on my hip.

“You’re wrong,” Leo fires back.

I shrug, and when I get to the landing, I throw my door open. It bounces off the opposite wall and almost rams into my boot, but Oliver stops it just in time. “Calm down, killer,” he says, attempting to lighten the mood.

I hop to the bed, afraid to look around and see the disappointment on Oliver’s face. What just happened down there was intense as fuck, and I can’t even wrap my head around it.

Leave it to Leo to push all my boundaries—and for me to let him.

25

Oliver

Adrenaline courses through me with every hard thump of my heart; my hands still shake a little with need.

Edie is a rockstar. She turned the tables on those assholes, playing them at their own game.

She slumps over, putting her head in her hands, and I immediately forget about all of that. “Hey, what’s wrong?” I go to her side, sitting next to her on the bed.

Her clothes are still downstairs, so I pull up the blanket at the foot of the bed and wrap it around her shoulders.

She begins to rub her eyes—her tell that she might cry. She’s done that her whole life, as if rubbing them will shore up the dam that is about to burst.

I squeeze her into my side and kiss her temple, confusion flicking through me. I thought all of that was amazing… “Are you hurt?” I ask suddenly. It didn’t look like it hurt her at all, but what do I know? I’ve never had a vagina a day in my life.

“Maybe a little sore,” she answers. “But it’s not that. I’m just pissed…and surprised. I don’t know how to feel.”

She turns toward me, and I run my hands over her blonde strands to tame them. “You’re going to have to give me more than that because I’m confused as fuck. You looked like you enjoyed the hell out of that.”

Biting her lip, her bright blue eyes meet mine. “I did, but I’m embarrassed. It seems wrong. I really wanted to teach them a lesson.”

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