Page 35 of Sweet Violence
"Hey," X complained. "I can make food, too. And don't forget about the orgasms."
I lifted off the counter and patted X's shoulder. "Don't worry, psycho, I could never forget."
X sat proudly on his stool, grinning from ear to ear. "My orgasms are better than yours, Joseph. Ha!"
"That's not what I said," I pointed out, amusement warming my chest when Joseph glared.
Taj snorted, giving them a baleful look. "Neither of you losers are on my level."
I blinked. He was partaking in the banter … about making me come? As in, acknowledging we slept together?
Well, fuck me.
An arm snaked around my waist while I was distracted, and I yelped when I was lifted onto a hard lap. Hard being the operative word.
"This discussion is imbalanced," Arkan declared, his chilling voice making me shiver as his breath caressed the side of my neck. "I'm not a fan of biassed arguments."
X, Joseph, and Taj exchanged a glance, but I bit my lip, following his train of thought much, much faster than the others.
"There was that time you reached down a man's throat and ripped his spine out," I reminded Arkan, twisting on his lap to look at his cold, inhuman face. "I almost came then."
"Not good enough," he replied firmly.
I jumped with a gasp when his fingers slid under my leggings without warning and made a generous stroke along my pussy.
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Arkan's fingers found my clit, teasing a groan from me before caressing through my folds.
"Fuck," X breathed, dark blue eyes fixed on where Arkan's hand disappeared under my waistband. My eyes rolled back at the searing hot lust that slammed into me. Within seconds, I was soaking Arkan's fingers and writhing up into his touch, desire taking my intelligence down a few notches until all that mattered was base need.
The low, rattling sound he made had all the hairs rising on the back of my arms, an edge of thrill and danger joining my need until every brush of his fingers to my swollen clit felt electric.
I twisted my head, burying it in his neck, and breathed, "Sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to snap."
"I know, princess," he replied in a rough murmur, his fingers sliding through my wetness. I bit my lip when one thrust inside me, quickly joined by another. He didn't fuck me with his fingers, didn't move fast or rough; instead, it was a slow torture as he curled and uncurled his fingers inside me, stroking my inner muscles with sinuous movements.
He hummed in satisfaction when he found a spot that made my hips jerk. I was in danger of sliding off the seat, but his other arm locked around my middle, pressing my back into his front. The feeling of him all pressed up against me did wicked things, and I throbbed around his fingers, incredibly aware that X, Taj, and Joseph watched us.
No one spoke, but their eyes devoured me, watching heat spread across my face to my ears and down my chest, under my shirt.
When Arkan pressed a kiss to the side of my neck, I groaned and fluttered around his fingers.
X mirrored my deep sound of pleasure, his tongue flicking out to lick his bottom lip. "Your lust is delicious, little morsel."
I smirked, but I was panting too heavily to really pull off the smug insouciance I was going for. "You're welcome."
The tips of my ears burned so hot they tingled at the wet sound of Arkan's thumb sliding up and down my pussy, the thin leggings doing nothing to hide how soaked I was for him. When he put pressure on my clit, not circling, not flicking, just pressing, my hips tried to lift off his lap.
He held me in place, not letting me escape as the sensation became too much.
"Jesus—fuck—are you a clit wizard?"
"Yes," he deadpanned, and kissed my neck again, achingly gentle. When he skimmed his nose up my throat with the softest touch, my heart faltered. What was this man doing to me?
He curled his fingers inside me in a slow wave, and I spasmed, so deep and strong I gasped. My body was on fire, sensitive heat scalding everywhere. I dug my fingernails into the arm he'd banded across my middle, the slow, endless build of my orgasm making me nervous.1
Joseph leaned on the counter and sighed dreamily, never taking his eyes off me. I didn't think he cared if the berry pancakes burned at this point, and he wasn't the only one fixated on me. Taj had stopped scowling; now he watched me with undisguised arousal, his devastatingly handsome face tight and brown eyes bright with hunger. I saw his hands curling into fists before Arkan caressed a different angle inside me and I cried out, my eyes fluttering.
