SARAH I own the world. I mean, I feel like I actually own the world. My chest rises and falls in deep breaths as Lena helps me rise to my feet. My pussy feels quite sore from how hard she went, but I do not want it to stop. I want more. I need more. And I’m so sure it shows on my face, especially since I’m smiling so hard, I almost feel ridiculous. Gosh. Who knew sex could feel so good? Be so erotic and beautifully dirty, you can’t help but crave more of it like an animal? All this time, I had been living in the wretched bubble I allowed Aaron carefully create for me, with no idea that people could have so much pleasure, and so much fun without a single care in the world. I let myself believe I wasn’t sexy enough to be desired. But here and now, in the center of this den of sin, I am a goddess. That’s right. A fucking goddess. As scary as it is to admit, I never want it to end. Lena kisses the back of my neck softly, her nipple piercings grazing the skin of my back. I cannot believe that these lips were just inside my pussy minutes ago. What have you become, Sarah Wellspring? “Has anyone ever told you how good you taste?” Her tongue licks the lobe of my right ear. I shudder, biting my lip to stop me from moaning. I’ve done this more times in the last few weeks with the HawkThorne brothers than I’ve ever done in my entire life—biting my lips, I mean. “Really?” I ask, tilting my neck to look at her. “Definitely. I’ll leave my number with Jaxon. You could give me a call. I know I’ll be waiting for it.” If my cheeks were hot red before, they’re simply on fire now. Lena winks at me before she walks away, leaving me standing on the platform, the center of attraction of the entire room. Not that I’m complaining. I watch as she grabs a girl from the center of the room and seizes her lips in a fiery hot kiss. A feeling explodes in the pit of my stomach. It’s a hunger for something softer, something more passionate. Fuck. I’m having these thoughts while being sober as shit. What have the HawkThorne brothers done to me? As if on cue, I turn to find Malachi climbing onto the platform. I fix my gaze on him, from his black shirt and navy green pants which show his very obvious hard on, back to his face. Those grey eyes of his are laced with a desire so fierce, I want to give him every last filthy bit of me that exists. He stands in front of me, saying nothing. It’s almost as if he cannot believe what he just saw. To be fair, I can’t believe what I just did either. And that’s what makes it so much fun. I take a step towards him, covering the distance between us. “You came to join the party.” I speak softly. “I couldn’t help myself,” he replies. His words are soft, sultry, almost breathless. And it’s all me. I make him feel like that. My hands reach for the waistline of my skirt, pulling it down to my legs. I step out of it when it drops to my ankles. Malachi’s gaze falls to my waist, down to my shaven pussy. It lingers there while the lump in his throat rises and falls. My top follows next. I loosen the rope around my neck, and it falls to my stomach, revealing my naked breasts. Hard nipples peek at him, waiting to be touched, sucked. Fuck, even bitten. I need every bit of touch I can get from him. Slowly, I take another step forward. This time, I completely remove every inch of distance between us. He parts his lips, as though he’s about to speak, but no words come out. The rhythm of my heartbeat is loud in my ears, even louder than the music. My fingers lock against the back of his neck. I should stay away from them. If this night has taught me anything, it’s that they’re so bad for me. They make me do things I never thought I’ll do, make me want things I don’t want to want. They make me…they make me desire my own ruin. I wouldn’t mind being dragged across filth and fucked in the dirt, as long as I could get a taste of them. I am losing control, and it’s going to be my undoing. But tonight—only for tonight—I’ll let myself fall to ruins. So, my lips crash against Malachi’s in a kiss. He’s still at first, but slowly, as I grab on to his neck and give him my all, he gives me access to his mouth. I take it with everything I have. His mouth claims mine like he’s waited years, lifetimes, to taste me. I respond just as fiercely, gripping his hair tight. I need something to hold onto, or I’ll fall apart. I know I would. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and I moan, the sound is quickly swallowed by another kiss as one hand slides to the back of my waist, anchoring me against him, while another squeezes my breast. Hard. I throw my head back as a small scream explodes from the deepest, darkest, pit of my belly. Fuck. I miss him. He got me so pissed off at the house, but I miss him. He traps my hard wanting nipple between his thumb and index finger, and I clench my thighs a bit to keep myself together. “Fuck, baby. The things you make me want to do to you…” I drop to my knees, and he swallows the rest of his sentence. My cheeks are burning red, I can feel it. They’ll be toasted by the time I make it out of here. If I make it out in one piece, that is. I reach for Malachi’s belt and unbuckle it. His zipper followers neck, and I make sure his briefs drop down to his ankles with his pants. His hard thick meaty cock stares back at me with its intimidating length. I think of how deep it’s been in my pussy and my mouth, how well it fills me up, how good it rips my walls apart. Did it always have so many veins around? It almost looks like it’s got a heartbeat of its own. I don’t know why, but my head cocks to the side and my gaze lands on Ronan. He still has that waitress’ mouth on his cock. Meaning he hasn’t cum yet. The thought fills me with more satisfaction than I ought to have. He has to know that no one would ever suck him as good as I do. No one would ever feel like me. No one. I’m going to make him regret ever daring me. Warm hands cup my chin, turning me back to Malachi. I look up to find him wearing a smile on his face. His grey eyes stare at me, like he can see right through me. “Eyes on me, Sarah. I’m the one about to rip your throat apart. Not him.” A cold feeling travels from my chest to my stomach, and further down my pussy where it becomes a warmth that makes me slick…slimy. My lips part enough to let my breath graze over the tip of his cock, laced with precum. Just a tiny bit. I reach for it with my tongue and lick it off slowly. Salty. I love it. He twitches at the sensation. His hands roll into fists at his sides, like he’s trying to hold back. I start with a kiss, allowing the top of my tongue to tease him just a little bit. I’m taking my time with it, making sure Ronan is watching and wishing it was his cock about to go down my throat instead. He groans low in his throat when my mouth finally envelops half the length of his cock. My wet heat and soft lips surround him inch by inch. I move slowly at first, savoring the way his hips flex as I move. My right hand covers the base of his large organ in my mouth, the other sneaks into his shirt and travels up the skin of his stomach. Malachi’s fingers comb through my hair gently. He’s trying to take it easy with me. I can almost feel his restraint thick in the air. No. I don’t want that. I move faster, hollowing my cheeks around him as I suck on his cock. Quick. Desperate. I don’t want to tease anymore. I pull it out, admiring my saliva around it. My hand strokes it hard and fast, before I spit on the tip again. His grip on my hair tightens. Good. “Shit. Baby.” The words come out as a low groan. I look up at him. “You like that?” “Fuck. You know I do.” I–as a matter of fact—know he does. I push my mouth down the length of his cock again, deeper this time, until I can feel him at the base of my throat. I gag on it, almost choking. He doesn’t care, and I love it. He pushes the back of my head deeper, then pulls me backwards. He guides me effortlessly as he fucks my mouth. I purse my lips, let my tongue sway around the thick skin of his hard cock. “God. You’re such a nasty baby girl, Sarah. Look at you. See how good you’re taking daddy’s dick in your mouth.” Fuck. I love it when he talks like that. I squeeze my legs to create some friction down there, and he sees me. “Touch yourself, baby.” What? “Spread your legs. Rub your clit. I want to watch you finger fuck yourself with my cock in your mouth.”