Burn Down the Night (Everything I Left Unsaid #3)- Molly O'Keefe Page 0,50

“Sit back on the dresser.”

Joan walked three steps backward and sat down on the edge of the dresser. “Sarah,” I said. “Get on your knees in front of her.”

Sarah dropped down.

“Give the girl a pillow at least,” Joan said and I chucked a pillow at the two of them. Sarah laughed and put it under her knees.

Joan was not laughing. She was staring at me. Hard. And I stared right back.

“Spread your legs,” I said. “Show me what she’s going to taste.”

Joan’s breath shuddered, her breasts shimmying with the force of her breath. The force of what she was holding on to. Her pale legs shifted wide and I could see the pink of her. Her clit. The opening of her pussy. She was wet and gleaming in the lamplight.

So beautiful.

So fucking beautiful.

“Touch her, Sarah,” I said, my voice rough and low like it came from my belly.

Sarah’s finger ran through her folds, from the clit to the entrance to her body.

“Her clit,” I said, and Sarah put her finger against it, pressing and rolling the bead between her fingers and Joan’s body. Joan gasped, lifting her hips.

“Pinch it between your fingers,” I said. “That’s how she likes it.”

Joan’s eyes flew to mine, glowing in the shadows. Yeah, I wanted to say. I noticed. I noticed how you like it the other day and I’m going to use that information to pull you apart.

Sarah did it and Joan cried out, curling forward. Sarah shifted and I couldn’t see anymore.

But it didn’t matter. The only thing I wanted to see was Joan’s face.

“Taste her,” I said and Sarah leaned forward, burying her mouth between Joan’s legs. “Suck that clit into your mouth.”

Sarah was an excellent instruction follower. Joan cried out, jerking her hips.

“Hold her still,” I said and Sarah put her hands around Joan’s body, gripping her hips. Her ass.

“Oh fuck,” Joan said, one hand landing on the dresser behind her, the other pushing Sarah’s face deeper into her body. “So good, baby. You suck it so good.”

Sarah made some kind of humming noise in her throat and shifted restlessly on the floor.

“She wants me to fuck her,” I said to Joan, who lifted her eyes to mine for a moment but then she shut them again, blocking me out.

Oh, this control game was fucking insane. I wanted to crawl inside her head.

“Open your eyes, baby,” I said. “Look at me.”

Joan shook her head.

“Sarah, stop.”

Sarah leaned back, resting her head against Joan’s legs so she could see me. Her mouth was shiny and I wanted to lick the taste of Joan from her lips.

“You want to come?” I asked Joan.

She was silent. Mutinous. Oh, I wanted to bend her.

“Joan?” Sarah asked, running her thumb against Joan’s clit. Not a fake name. Good.

“Tell her, Joan,” I said. “Tell her you want to come. You want to come all over her face.”

Joan’s breath shuddered and her hand gently touched Sarah’s face. “I want to come,” she breathed.

“Then you have to look at me.”

“Look at him,” Sarah said. She took one hand off Joan’s ass and slipped it between Joan’s legs. A long finger slid inside her and Joan’s face went slack. Totally blissed out.

I’d never seen anything hotter.

“Look at him, Joan.” Sarah whispered, finger-fucking my kidnapper with long, slow strokes of her hand. “He’s your husband and you’re happy right now. And he’s here. Right here. And that could change so fast.”

Yeah, the world was a cruel place no one knew that better than Joan and me.

And clearly Sarah, with her sad story.

“Use another finger,” I said. “Fill her up.” Sarah did. Two fingers. “Give her another.”

Sarah carefully put a third finger into Joan, pushing in and dragging out. Long and slow.

Joan cried out again, a shaking trembling thing. But she was watching me. Eyes unfocused but locked on mine.

“Suck her,” I said. “Fingers and mouth at the same time. Fast. Hard. She likes it hard. She likes it to hurt just a little.”

Yeah, I knew all that about her. I knew those dark places in her soul. I had the same bruises.

Sarah did as I asked. I couldn’t see her mouth against Joan. But I saw her arm moving faster and harder. A punishing pace. Bruising even.

Joan was crying out every time Sarah pushed in. “Keep those eyes open, baby,” I murmured. “Oh God, I want to fuck you so bad. Imagine it. Imagine me pushing her hands away and sliding deep inside you. So deep. You’ve never been filled like I