Sweet Pain (Amatucci Family #3) - Sadie Jacks Page 0,84
face as he whispered directly into her ear.
“No! We all agreed. Keep your mouth shut, Willow,” Nik almost screamed it.
“I’m trying to get laid, Nikanya. Not get treated like a baby,” Tali said.
“Talia Maria,” her brothers both said.
“Oh, go fuck yourselves. Foster here can handle himself.” She leaned forward. Misjudged her distance. Stumbled.
Foster jumped forward, caught her in his arms. “I can more than handle myself. And if you want to get laid, you shouldn’t have gotten yourself trashed.” He lifted her up and over his shoulder. “Gentlemen, I’ll see you later.” He slapped a hand over Tali’s ass and hotfooted it to the private elevator.
Down to three.
“Cricket, you agreed to the rules as well. Are you saying you cheated?” Turo sounded both stern and sad. A curious mix that made me feel guilty and I wasn’t trying to get into his pants.
She glared up at him. “You think you can guilt me into sleeping with you?” She pushed up into his space. Weaved on her feet a bit.
He grabbed her chin. “No. You will be under me because you want to be there. Stop fighting me.”
Willow whimpered, “Turo –”
“Be quiet, Will. You’re in enough trouble,” he snapped back without turning around.
Nik’s eyes widened before they narrowed down into slits. “Don’t you talk to her that way, you asshole.” She did some kind of Jiu Jitsu move.
Turo countered each strike until he held her in his arms. Her back was to his front. Both of them facing me and Willow. “You cannot run me off. You cannot beat me. You are going to be mine, little cricket. And what’s more, you will like being mine.”
I saw Nik’s face crumple into stark desire for a brief moment. Then she shook it off and had her game face back on in an instant.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes.” He nodded, rubbing his nose up her cheek lightly.
She pulled her head forward, snapped it back.
Somehow he saw the move before she made it. He shifted his hands. He grabbed a handful of her hair, arched her neck back. He leaned down, sank his teeth into the muscles of her neck. I could hear their mingled groans from my spot at least ten feet away.
She went limp in his arms. Her eyelids fell to half-mast. “Fuck,” she said. Although I saw the word instead of heard it.
Turo released her neck with a grin. “Now to dry you out so we can have a discussion.” He backed up, slapped blindly at the public elevator access door behind him. We all waited in silence until the elevator dinged.
Turo backed into the car, Nik still pliant in his arms. The doors shut around them.
And then there was one.
I turned to Nico and Jessa. He had her body pinned between him and the kitchen island. She was laying face down, her cheek rested on the counter. Her fingers had turned to claws.
“Tell me, Jessa,” Nico demanded. “Tell me who touched you.” He ground his hips against her ass.
I snorted. “I’m not sure that’s the way to make her talk, Nico.”
He flipped me off. “Get your woman to talk to you. Leave mine to me.”
I looked down at Willow. She was looking up at me with love in her eyes. I looked down at her hands. Saw the clear substance still on them. It glistened under the lights. I squinted. Even if she’d cum bucketloads, it shouldn’t still be wet and shiny.
“Lift your hand, cupcake,” I snarled.
She stuffed them in her armpits.
“Lift. Your. Hands.” I bit out each word. I watched each one land with a shiver and an eye flutter. My girl liked being told what to do. I chuckled mentally. At least in certain situations. “Now, Willow. I won’t tell you again.”
“For goddess’ sake, babe. Just tell him,” Jessa said with a whimper.
“I accidentally burned my hand when I saw your dick pic. It’s just some burn ointment,” her words were all rushed together. She lifted her hands, palms out. “See? After Jessa put it on me, she said it looked like jizz. Although I thought it looked more like girl juice.”
I snorted a laugh. “Girl juice?”
Her cheeks flushed. She looked up at me. Nodded. “Like when you made me…you know?” She widened her eyes, flicked her gaze down to my chest.
I bellowed with laughter as my belly untwisted itself. She hadn’t let anyone else touch her. They’d been playing their own version of photoshop. Although, they were much better at it than we were.