Page 45 of Boy of Ruin
I can promise you if that happens again, you won’t need me to wait for Noctem.
Pedicabo vos et irrumabo.
All I can hear is Maverick telling me she’s gone.
She’s gone.
She’s. Fucking. Gone.
Ella’s mouth is on my neck, and I’m in the bed of an upstairs room in a house I’ve never seen before, staring up at the ceiling but I take in nothing.
Nothing.
Ella leans back, sitting on her heels, on top of me, and she unbuttons her white shirt with sure, quick fingers.
Maverick is on his knees beside the small bed, one hand going to my throat, his fingers tightening around my neck. He leans down toward me as tears blur my eyes, and his mouth is over mine. “She had to go,” he whispers, his breath against my lips. “She had to go, but she’ll be back, Luce. She loves you so much.” His mouth comes over mine and I part my lips for him, tasting marijuana on his tongue.
I groan against his mouth, my hands on his shoulders, wanting to push him away. To hate him for betraying me. For letting him take her, but I don’t want to breathe. To feel. I just want to taste him.
Ella is on her hands and knees over me, her fingers going to the button of my pants and my instinct is to break her fucking hand.
That’s not hers.
I’m not hers.
I’m not fucking hers.
But Maverick moves his hand from my throat, instead pins my arms over my head as he pulls away. I bite his lip, wanting him back as I taste blood in my mouth. But he gets away, glares down at me, blocking Ella from view as she pulls down my zipper, my boxers, my pants, just to my knees.
My throat feels tight as her slender fingers circle around my dick, and I look at Mav, narrowing my eyes, but I’m not fighting Ella, and we both know it.
“We need to find her,” I whisper, my words hoarse.
Ella strokes me, her grip firm. Skillful.
I bite my lip and let my eyes flutter closed as Mav keeps my arms pinned down to the mattress. I inhale his scent; leather, and marijuana, and something else too. The underground of this house. Where she left.
She left.
“We need to fucking find her—”
But Ella’s mouth is on my cock, and my words are drowned out in a groan even as I try to sit up, straining against Maverick’s grip.
“That’s it,” Mav whispers against my ear, tightening his hold. He nudges my head to the side with his nose and bites my ear lobe. A shudder runs through me as Ella deep throats my cock and I hear her choking on it. “Just relax, Luce. Okay? Just relax. Let my girl take care of you.”
My back arches, and I bite my lip hard enough to taste my own blood. It feels so fucking good and hearing her choke…fuck.
But no. No, no, no.
“Maverick, we need to find her. He could hurt her. He could fucking—”
Maverick clamps his hand over my mouth, moves onto the bed so he’s straddling my chest, his weight making it hard to breathe.
He lets go of my mouth, pulls down his own pants, and I see tattoos on his torso as his shirt brushes up, exposing every line of his abs.
Then his tattooed fingers circle around his hard cock.
My eyes lock on his as Ella’s mouth leaves me and I almost cry at the loss of it.
