Page 89 of Healed

I watched with a rising sense of panic as Rachel’s face grew redder, and her entire body started trembling. She was panicking, and Dante wasn’t relenting.

Her hands hit his thighs, tears streaming down her face, but he just wiped them away with his thumb and brushed her hair from her sweaty forehead.

“Relax, Rachel,” Dante murmured, stroking her cheek. Her throat bobbed, and she choked around his cock. “You can take it, darling. Relax your throat and be a good girl.”

She preened under his praise, her body relaxing a split second before Dante pulled his cock out of her mouth and grabbed her by the neck. Rachel gave him the most lust-filled look I had ever seen in my life, and then he hauled her to her feet by her throat and pulled her against his body.

“You did so fucking good,” he breathed, licking along the length of her neck.

And then he lifted her onto the bar and pushed her skirt up her hips and sank to his knees in front of her.

“Yes, Dante,” she whimpered, her hands clutching at his hair as her head tipped back.

She trusted him completely, and even though her voice sounded hoarse, she was now reaping the rewards of her hard work.

Fucking hell, what would that feel like?

I could barely remember.

Vienna and I had always had a trusting sex life. We’d pushed each other to our limits and had fun experimenting. But the only experience I’d had with being dominating like that was with Nico, and it was very much against my will.

What must it feel like to have that sort of sex life, knowing that the person ravaging your mouth was doing it because it not only caused them pleasure, but also you?

I’d seen the way Rachel looked at him. She got off from that as much as he did.

And judging by the loud moans leaving her right now as Dante ate her out, she was being handsomely rewarded for it.

I turned then, giving them the privacy I should have given them from the very start, only to smack into a solid wall of muscle—a solid wall of muscle that was very familiar, and definitely shouldn’t have been here.

“Vienna,” I gasped, stumbling back.

His hand shot out to steady me, pulling me away from the open archway and spinning me until I was against the wall.

“Spying, princess?” he murmured, staring at me with a look I couldn’t decipher.

“No, I—”

“Fuck, Dante!” Rachel screamed. My cheeks flamed and my thighs tensed as her moans rang out, her screams full of pleasure. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming! God, yes!”

Dante growled in response.

“What have I fucking told you about moaning his name?” he hissed at her.

Rachel chuckled and then gasped.

I looked at Vienna, not hearing Dante’s response.

I was too caught up in the way Vienna was staring down at me.

His eyes were dilated, his breathing laboured. He scanned my face, taking in every inch of my response to what I was hearing.

And somehow that just made everything worse. I felt my nipples pebble beneath the thin top I wore, and by the way Vienna’s eyes dropped, I knew he had noticed too.

He swallowed heavily, just as the unmistakable sound of skin hitting skin filled the air, followed by Rachel’s erotic moans as she mewled her approval.

I sucked in a shaky breath, closing my eyes against the wave of arousal that ran through me. I could feel the wetness pooling between my legs, and as Vienna shuffled closer to me, the brush of his erection rubbed against my stomach.

Jesus Christ…