Page 27 of Borrowed
“Toby,” I whispered, voice trembling.“Is he real?”
“Do you want him to be, Zusje?”
My fingers dug into the tile.My thighs clenched.Heat pooled where my shame should’ve lived, but shame was a foreign thing to me now.Toby had burned that out of me long ago.
Leo stepped closer.
I swore the steam moved around him.
Parted for him.
Welcomed him.
He didn’t touch me.
Not yet.
But he looked.
He saw me.
And I wanted to scream.
Toby moaned behind me, low and deep.“That’s it, Zusje.Let him see what’s mine.”
The water still ran, scalding down my spine, but I didn’t feel it anymore.
I felt him.
Toby.
His hand slid around my throat—not squeezing, just reminding me that I was his.That everything I saw belonged to him first.
And in front of me, under the dim light and drifting steam, Leo stood with his lips parted, shirt wet from his sweat.He wasn’t supposed to be here.He wasn’t supposed to see me like this.And yet…
He was watching Toby.
And Toby was on his knees.
“Don’t look away,” Toby said, voice like velvet and venom.“You want this.You need to see what it feels like when someone surrenders for you.”
Leo’s breath hitched as Toby’s hands gripped his hips, slow and steady.Confident.
“Say it,” Toby purred up at him.“Say you want me.”
Leo didn’t speak, not at first.Just looked at me, only at me.His eyes locked with mine like I was the one undressing him, like I was the one on my knees.
“I want you,” he breathed, but he wasn’t talking to Toby.He was talking to me.
Toby chuckled, dark and pleased.“Good.Then let her watch.”
And I did.
He took him in his mouth—slow, wicked, with the kind of focus that made my legs tremble.
Toby’s hands slid around Leo’s thighs.
Steadying him.
