Page 112 of Crave
His grip tightened in my hair, yanking me back to him. “What was that, Angel?” His voice was too low, too knowing.
I shook my head.
Nothing.
I couldn’t think about that.
Not now.
Not ever.
Silas slid his hand from my throat to knead the muscles of my thighs, not touching where I needed him to, just teasing, tormenting, making my body burn for him.
For them.
I hated them for it.
But I hated myself more.
“Tell us what you were thinking just now,” Silas murmured.
I clenched my jaw, willing my body to stay still, to fight, to not break apart for them. But Theo yanked me back against his chest, his hand sliding around my throat, his teeth grazing my ear.
“Lying little bitch,” he murmured, and I shivered.
Silas’s fingers brushed higher, slipping between my thighs. I gasped, body jerking, betraying me.
He exhaled a mocking laugh, his fingers moving slowly, deliberately down the crease of my pussy, just enough to make my body tremble.
“I could make you beg, Angel.”
Theo’s grip tightened, his other hand trailing down my stomach as he moved forward, making me arch as he watched his brother’s fingers trail up and down my crease. “She’ll never admit it.”
Silas hummed, his fingers ghosting lower, just enough to feel how wet I was for them.
Shame curled through me.
They knew.
They knew I wanted it.
They also knew I couldn’t stop.
His fingers curled, driving deeper into my crease until my pussy clenched and my panties came away soaked. A shiver coursed through me as Theo’s heavy breath came in my ear, watching what his brother was doing.
Silas’s smirk sharpened. “Maybe she doesn’t need to say it.”
Theo’s chuckle wasn’t kind. “Then let’s hear it another way.” He shoved me forward onto the bed.
I gasped, hands clutching the sheets, but before I could even try to move Silas grabbed my wrist, yanking me into his lap. His thighs caged me, his chest, solid against mine, his hand curling around my throat.
A dark, wicked smirk.
“There you go,” he murmured, his fingers flexing. “That’s better.”
I whimpered, shame burning my skin because my hips had already moved, driving his knee between my thighs. Silas’s grip tightened just enough to make my pulse hammer.
Theo moved behind me, his hands hot, rough, yanking my bra strap down before he unhooked it from the back. Cool air kissed my bare skin and my nipples tightened.
