Black Blonde
“Fuck…yes…right there.”
His hand was in my hair, gripping just tight enough to tilt my head back.
The other was between my legs, two fingers buried deep, curling exactly where I needed them. His eyes stayed locked on mine.
“You don’t get to come until I say.”
His voice was low. Controlled.
He asked something I refused to answer.
So he made it worse.
He increased the pace, fingers driving deeper. My thighs trembled around his wrist.
A sharp cry tore from my throat as the tension snapped—hot liquid gushed over his knuckles in pulsing waves, soaking the sheets while my body clenched and shook.
He didn’t stop. He pumped through every spasm.
“Answer me.”
*****
I was never supposed to want them.
After my best friend’s twin brother raped me, the Prescott family paid my father to keep me quiet. Even Owen—the boy I’d loved in secret for years—stayed silent. So I stopped asking for justice and started planning destruction.
When my father tried to touch me again, I made sure he never would. Then I walked into Jakob Prescott’s house looking helpless and broke. The dangerous billionaire CEO took me in. Owen looked at me like he was starving.
I was supposed to wreck their empire and walk away.
Instead I ended up in both of their beds.
Jakob is strict, possessive, addictive, and fucks like he owns the air I breathe. Owen is familiar fire and years of unfinished want. I fuck them both. I start fights just to have them pull me back into their beds. I crave the moment they stop sharing me in secret and start fighting over me in the open.
I was never supposed to keep them.
And God help me… I want them both.
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