“Lucian, f**k me.” She was panting now. Panting was okay. Damn, it felt so good, so blistering hot and exciting she could barely stand it.
“Not yet,” he whispered against her soaked flesh. “Soon, baby, but not yet.”
“No.” She shook her head against Devril’s chest as his teeth nipped at her neck. “Now. Fuck me now.” She arched into his thrusting finger, gritting her teeth in an agony of need as her hands tangled in his hair, struggling to attain her release.
Devril’s fingers tightened on her straining ni**les, sending a hard burst of pleasure/pain streaking through her br**sts at the same time Lucian added another finger to the first and thrust them hard inside her straining pu**y.
So close. She whimpered, her breath catching at the intensity of the pleasure as she fought to reach that final threshold. Why were they tormenting her? She could feel Devril’s c**k like a wedge of steel beneath his jeans at her back, and she knew Lucian’s was like a length of iron beneath his slacks. Why weren’t they f**king her? Especially when she needed it so damned bad.
“Come for me, Tally,” Lucian whispered against her clit, his fingers f**king her with exciting roughness as the muscles of her vagina clenched around them.
She needed more. She was reaching desperately for the pinnacle but it wasn’t there.
“Fuck me.” She gripped his hair tighter, trying to pull him closer, desperate now to find the release tormenting her body.
“No yet.” He was breathing hard, rough. “Come for me, Tally. Now.”
His lips clamped over her clit, suckling it into his mouth as his tongue flickered over it with velvet roughness. Tally couldn’t halt the sob that escaped her chest. It wasn’t enough. She knew it wouldn’t be enough. She bit her lip, holding back the fury and the screams of disappointment as she strained against him, fighting to climax, to escape the searing knowledge that her body needed more.
It was like a splash of icy water, that knowledge that she wouldn’t find her release, that Lucian and Devril would suspect the secret she fought to keep so carefully hidden. Agonized, her chest exploding with fear, she took the only option left to her. She faked it. She tightened in Devril’s arms, feigning her release, working the muscles of her pu**y in a spasmodic clench as she released a muttered moan of satisfaction. In this, her secret would be safe.
Chapter Ten
Lucian hid his surprise, his shock. It wasn’t easy and he was well aware that Devril was doing the same. She had actually attempted to fake her orgasm. He couldn’t believe it. He slid his fingers slowly from the fisted grip of her pu**y, feeling the ripples of regret in the soft tissue as he retreated and fought to tamp down his anger.
He couldn’t believe she had dared anything so reckless, so completely unneeded, as what she had just done. Rather than giving in to her own desires, her body’s demand that she release the control she prized so highly, she had instead staged an orgasm so blatantly false that he wanted to paddle her ass for even attempting it.
Lucian raised his eyes, keeping his gaze hooded as he looked up at her. She was staring at the ceiling, her expression tense, her body taut with both unfulfilled desire and nerves.
She had a right to be nervous. His eyes met Devril’s; in them he saw the same anger he could feel growing inside himself.
“Let me go now.” Cool, calm, as though she hadn’t just begged them to f**k her, hadn’t been trembling in their arms as she fought for her release.
He nodded slowly to his brother, watching as the large hands slid away from the dusky, passion-flushed br**sts they had covered. Her ni**les were hard, reddened, her arousal in no way abated. She had cheated not just him and Devril, but herself as well, in such a manner that he wondered how often she had done it before. It was a practiced, well-versed move. One that a man of lesser experience might not have caught. But Lucian had caught it, and though now wasn’t the time to force her past the control she was fighting so hard to maintain, he vowed that soon he would push her past that and more.
Lucian moved back from her slowly, coming to his feet as she stumbled away from Devril. Jerking her blouse from the back of the chair, she quickly pulled it over her arms. Her hands were trembling; her long hair was tangled and mussed, her cheeks flushed with both anger and need. She kept her head lowered, but from her profile he could see the emotions chasing across her face, the fear and vulnerability, the fight for control. Her and her f**king control. He’d had enough of it.
“Do you think I’m that big of a fool, Tally?” he asked her softly.
She paused in her attempts to button her shirt, freezing before him, searching desperately for explanations, he could tell.
“Don’t bother lying to me, Tally.” He lifted her chin with his hand, staring into those incredible brown eyes and for the first time, seeing a vulnerability he hadn’t suspected her of. “Tell me why.”
She swallowed tightly before jerking away from him and quickly securing the remaining buttons of her shirt as she pushed her feet into her shoes.
“I’m leaving.” Her voice was husky, remnants of desire and shades of fear shadowing it. “I won’t be back.”
He crossed his arms over his chest as Devril moved to her.
“Do you really think running is going to help, Tally?” Dev asked her gently. Lucian could sense his brother’s need for action, to ease her, to take away the pain and fear they could both see in her face.
Her head rose, fury engulfing her expression for one shattering moment before cool mockery overcame it.
“Such arrogance,” she said imperiously. “I’m not running, I’m merely disinterested now. You tried, you failed. Too bad, so sad.” She shrugged negligently. “No harm done.”
Then she raised her head proudly and though Lucian could sense her need to make a graceful exit, she was practically running for the door.
“Tally, do you really think this is over?” He followed her, pausing in the doorway and watching as she jerked her purse from the desk.
As she turned back to speak to him the outer door opened and Jesse and Terrie walked in before stopping and staring at Tally in amazement. Dev watched fleeting horror cross her face before she rushed past them and out of the office.
“Dammit.” Devril cursed furiously as he started through the door.
“Wait,” Lucian cautioned him. “Let her go for now.”