Page 60 of Trapped
He didn’t mean his surname. Devin caught her lower lip between her teeth as she worked her fingers through the dark waves of his hair. She almost never used his first name, some small way of keeping her distance. A paltry defense against everything he’d done to her. Cradling the back of his head, she leaned into him, rubbing the scratchy perfection of his cheek with hers.
“Are you going to fuck me now, Daniel?”
“No.”
Devin’s brows snapped together, the growling demand falling to ash on her tongue as Rey gave a quiet call against her chest. Breath leaving her on a stuttering sigh, she arched into the glorious sound. Her legs found their way to his hips, fingers tugging at his hair. Aiming him for her lips. An act she’d done a hundred times before now so very different as his tongue teased over hers.
Golden warmth rushed through her, sparkling beneath her skin like expensive champagne. Giggling at the sensation, she crushed her smile against him. Breathed her moan into him as Rey’s palm followed the path from her hip to thigh as he settled his weight onto her.
“Good, you’ve gotten started,” Beau announced as he fell into the bed with a groan. Stretching out beside Devin, he mock growled at the pinch of her eyebrows.
This… wasn’t right. Devin’s narrowed gaze slid to Rey, the frown completing its slow journey the longer she stared into his eyes. Guilt shadowed the deep brown, uncertainty unfurling as he tried to capture her in a kiss.
“Get off,” she hissed, wriggling her way up the bed. Using Beau as a lifeline, she dragged herself from beneath the oppressive bulk of Rey.
“Am I interrupting something…?” Beau looked between them, his palm smoothing over the puffy mass of Devin’s curls.
“Nothing.” Terse and cold, Rey rolled away, tugging at the sheet to cover himself.
“Don’t be like that, Danny boy,” Beau teased, tugging at the soft cotton to bare the thick slab of Rey’s thigh.
“I’m taking a shower.” Though his back was stiff, hands fisted at his sides, his voice tipped up at the end. A request cast out into the vicious tempest of Devin’s anger. When she didn’t respond, he stalked to the bathroom, the door slamming hard enough to make the walls shudder.
“What the fuck did I walk into?” Beau toppled Devin to her back, caging her in with his arms and the weight of his chest to scowl down at her. “Answer me, baby. I’m too tired for bullshit.”
“Nothing.” Devin groaned and threw her head back into the pillow, an uneasy wave settling in to rip away her conviction.
“Fuck, woman. You are a trying bitch.”
“Hey!”
“If you were mine, I’d just beat some sense into that head of yours. Do something about that stubborn streak, too.”
“Right.” Devin snorted and rolled her eyes. Pushing at Beau’s shoulders got her nowhere, so she heaved a beleaguered sigh and sunk into the bed.
“Get your head out of your ass and come join us,” Beau said, his lips firming into a hard slash as he climbed from the bed. Slapping Devin on the side of her thigh, he added, “There’s more than just you in this, Devin.”
With that parting shot, he disappeared into the plumes of steam billowing from the bathroom.
Devin growled at the closed door, baring her teeth until even she felt ridiculous. Neither were there to see it, no reaction to be gleaned from a panel of wood. Muttering under her breath about egos and the sheer fucked-up-ed-ness of everything, she clambered down from the mattress and padded after Beau.
Coming to a hard stop, Devin’s lips parted on a shaky inhale.
Rey had Beau pinned against the tiles of the shower with arms twisted behind his back. Keeping Beau still for the brutal slap of Rey’s hips as the force of the punishing strokes drove Beau up on tiptoe. Though his face twisted in pain, teeth bared in a grimace, Beau took it all with guttural moans.
If the savage scene wasn’t enough on its own, Rey’s low growls and snarls were positively feral. As if intent on punishing Beau with the powerful thrusts, he wrenched Beau’s hips back into him. Smashing Beau’s face against the tiles, grinding his cheek into the slick porcelain as Rey snarled and bit his back deep enough for rivulets of blood to swirl with the water pounding down on them.
They never did this without her.
Feeling adrift and alone, Devin swayed and hugged her stomach. Watching them with something between horror and need. She stared at the sinuous lines of their bodies moving, working against one another. Breath coming faster, her cheeks warmed at the tingling sensation rippling through her body as she inhaled their arousal.
Her back met the door as their combined attention slammed into her. Beau’s grunts mingled with the heady snarls Rey gave voice to. The slide of her thighs against each other a faint alarm in the back of her head as Rey’s call thundered through the tiled room. Crashing against her skull, pounding deep into the cradle of her hips until Devin doubled over the shock of sensation.
He didn’t come to her to ease the sudden ache between her legs. Didn’t rush to fill her empty depths. Rey gave Beau all of his violence. Far rougher with him than Rey had ever been with her. He used Beau’s body, a tool to sate the brutal need. Didn’t even touch the heavy shaft bobbing between Beau’s legs with the furious rhythm Rey set and denied Beau the ability to do it himself.
Gnawing at her lower lip as an odd fear skittered up her spine, Devin edged closer. It crackled through the delicate vertebrae as she drew near, head bowing under some unheard command as she reached for the tumescent length when Rey slammed into the hilt.
His warning was a vicious roar. One that sent Devin to her knees, cowering before all that rage. Shivering in the frigid wake of it, she whined low in her throat.
