Claimed By My Ex-Husband's Enemies

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d away from the club. I didn't know where we were going until the hallway

was steering me back until the backs

k, hungry, and fixed on me as he hooked two fingers und

" he said, voice rough enough to scrape dow

red, and I lifte

ich was the opposite of Arlo's recklessness and hunger. Then slowl

nough to make me feel watched in a wa

so fuck

urmured, voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous as

hungry mou

I could trap it. My head fell back, my ha

k!" I m

reckless abandon like it was his last meal, clearly dete

this good at giving me

yes to see Kael behind me now, so close tha

in as his fingers brushed past my face to my collar and th

string of inc

roat, tender in a way that ma

n l

oulders like I was something precious and fragile, which only made

closed around my

hs try to close around Arlo's head, not that he let

broke into a moan

y timed to the pulse Arlo was dragging out of me. "Yo

lling me harder into his face, his stubble

fingers traced lazy circles on my other br

controlled hunger, pulling me apart from both ends until

ed involuntarily. Kael shifted, his body pressing against my back,

like velvet, before capturing my mouth in

thrusting roughly, teeth grazin

ating into Kael's kiss. Wet heat pulsed from me, my juices coating Arlo'

overstimulation, Kael pulled back from our ki

s feather-light, a stark contrast to Arlo's

the back of his hand, chest heavi

ing off his shirt in one impatient yank

er me while Kael moved to my s

t wrapping the words like velvet. "Hear those little sounds

oving his pants down and

ool for letting this go... couldn't

tion, his hips snapping forward with impatient force

ry, my pussy cle

watching us as he shed the rest of his clothes.

ougher, animalistic, each drive pound

ewd in the room. I moaned high and broken, overstimulation making eve

. My god. Please

him on, his fingers d

it," Arlo rasped, pace brutal, shaking the be

e brushed it against my lips gently, waiting for my shaky nod be

ng his controlled rocks, his hand thr

ice husky with passion. "I always knew

o a fever pitch, every sound I made drawing groans from them both. The rough drag i

s too

stuttered, b

lly, flooding me hot and deep, t

ipping through in shuddering waves, screams

spilling warm pulses into my mouth,

the overload. Arlo lay beside me while Kael drew me into his