Page 30 of Empire of Carnage
“He’s busy. He’s with people,” I yelled at Mateo, who only chuckled.
“He’s never too busy for you, sunshine. Tell her you’re never too busy for her Zerkos.”
“The dog’s right, flower. I’m never too busy for you. Now turn on the camera and show me my girl,” he growled out.
Mateo barked out a laugh, hitting a button on his phone as he propped himself up on the bed, running it over my body like he was showing Ronan everything he was missing out on.
“Where’s Álvarez?” Mateo asked.
“He’s here. Maybe if you make her scream, I’ll let him come watch.”
“Oh fuck,” I gasped, the torment of his words building a heat inside of me from just the thought of the two of them watching while Mateo had his way with me.
It was so incredibly wrong.
So why did it feel so fucking right?
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Ronan
“Hold the phone between her legs, I want to see how wet she is,” I told Kane.
“Aye, aye,” he chimed before lowering it from her face.
He thrusted his fingers inside her. I could hear her mewling in the distance, but the way she thrusted her hips told the bigger story.
“Slow down,” I said, leaning back into the chair.
I looked up to find Santos still sitting at the end of the table, his eyes awkwardly averting mine. He didn’t need my fucking permission to be with Celia. It wasn’t about that anymore. It was about the fact that he was supposed to have been the one person I could have trusted with her life.
I never wanted to be wrong about it.
Now I was stuck here with him, because I trusted Mateo with her more than I trusted him. And that was saying a lot. Mateo Kane couldn’t even keep a fish alive.
There were a thousand unspoken things between us. Most of them absolute bullshit that I would have rather just resolved with our fists.
But the guy was ugly enough now as it was. A visual reminder that he had been punished plenty for his sins.
I couldn’t tell if his appearance was actually bothering him. He was going to be wearing his mistake for the rest of his life on his skin. Then suddenly it didn’t feel so fair that I was here, asking him to feel remorse when Celia had somehow found it inside her to forgive me for the hell I put her through.
“Santos can’t hear her brother,” I chuckled, giving him a smirk.
He looked even more nervous.
Suspicious of me.
Untrusting bastard.
She cried louder the minute he lowered his face to her cunt, his tongue lapping at her clit and just as he covered it up he raised the phone to show me her face.
Fucking radiant.
She had one arm raised up high, her fist wrapped around the bar on the headboard of the bed. The other hand squeezed her breast and her teeth dug deep into her bottom lip from whatever it was Mateo was doing to her.
She was holding it back.
“Come on, don’t make me say it.” Her eyes sprung open, and she looked straight into the camera, even though she couldn’t see me.
