Page 45 of Pandora's Pain
Suddenly, he didn’t seem nearly as sweet and innocent as I’d thought. It was Zavier’s cock I was settled over.
…Then where was Ashton?
Calloused palms pushed over my shoulder blades, kneading lightly against my shoulders before sweeping my hair back. His lips were gentle against my skin. Warm breaths fanned across my neck. Slow kisses tormented my skin as his lips trailed slowly along the curve of my lower neck before sweeping his tongue across my throat and sucking lightly.
A sigh parted my lips and the moment it did Zavier’s mouth covered mine. His tongue met mine with rolling strokes that had me moaning into him.
His nails dug into my flesh and he rocked my hips against his. My clit pressed hard against his jeans. Darkness surrounded my vision, and my lashes fluttered closed against it.
Part of me wondered if either of them would have the courage to do this if I wasn’t blind folded.Does it make it easier that it was a sort of sexy surprise?Or did they keep secrets just like I did? Was this something they both wanted?
I pushed all the thoughts aside.
My hands skimmed down his hard chest until my fingertips met the button of his jeans. Rough palms pushed beneath my dress, cupping my breasts. His palms covered them completely as he pushed hard enough for my back to hit his smooth chest.
Every single touch was intensified. Heavy breaths fanned against my spine, sending tingles across my flesh. Their demanding hands were gentle and caressing, but painful and controlling all at the same time.
My hand slipped beneath his thin boxers. A groan shook from Zavier’s chest as my palm pushed across the smooth head of his dick.
The moment my fingers wrapped around his hard length, a knock came pounding against the door.
The three of us stilled against each other. Only the sounds of our heavy breaths filled the silence for a moment.
“Go the fuck away.” Ashton called out as his palm skimmed down the span of my stomach. The cotton of my dress was smooth against my skin as his hand trailed down my body. His long fingers pushed over my underwear, cupping my sex until I rocked against his hand. The moan that tore from my throat was shaking and weak.
We need to talk.
Alex’s stern voice inside my head cleared away the lusty haze within my mind. My spine stiffened. My body halted against theirs.
“Are you okay, Pan--Hope?” Zavier’s hold on me became more gentle. His palms pushed down my thighs to an almost platonic position on my knees.
Pandora, it’s important.
It wasn’t irrational anger like I’d heard a thousand times in Alex’s voice.
It was worry.
The worry in his tone was enough to make fear crawl through my stomach.
Silence was heavy in the room. No one spoke for so long I forgot they were even waiting on me to reply.
With anxiety shaking through me, I pushed from between their bodies. Ashton’s fingers laced with mine for only a second before I pulled away from him.
“Hope, I’m sorry. Wait.” Ashton’s voice trailed after me. I threw the dark cloth covering my eyes to the floor just as I slammed the door behind me.
Alex wasn’t there. The hall was empty. Gray walls were all that greeted me.
I waited for his voice to return to me. To whisper through my thoughts.
But he wasn’t there.
And then I ran.
I ran to the god who I wanted so badly to avoid before.
Chapter Seventeen
This corridor was starting to look familiar and I couldn't quite put my finger on why. Wait. Yes, I could. I just didn't want to accept the truth.
