CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
Sebastian
About fucking time.
My lips curl as Toby’s murderous eyes find mine after he’s taken a moment to assess the scene playing out in front of him.
I might want to make a point to the three assholes jerking themselves off in front of us at the sight of my hellion falling apart under my hands, but really there’s only one person who needs to see this warning for what it is.
Ownership.
Toby might have been the only one not to get a taste of her last night, but he’s also the one who looks at her differently, like she’s not just a game. And that is a fucking problem, because he’s going to fuck everything up for me if he keeps going. If he keeps trying to protect her and treat her properly.
She doesn’t fucking deserve either of those things.
I know I should probably just be honest about my reasons behind all of this, but fuck that. He should trust that I know what I’m doing. He’s my fucking brother in all the ways that count. He should fucking trust me.
His lips part to say something, to attempt to rip me a new one, but I move first, thrusting my fingers deep inside Stella’s cunt and grinding the heel of my hand against her clit. And like the fucking devil she is, she falls right on cue. Much to Toby’s horror.
“Seb.” Her cry echoes through the almost unbearable silence of the basement as her body clamps my fingers and her juices gush down my hand.
Fucking perfect.
Toby’s eyes widen more than I thought possible, his fists curling at his sides in anger as the recognisable sound of one of the guys finishing covers Stella’s lingering whimpers of pleasure as she trembles in my arms.
Dragging my fingers from inside her, I lift my hand and push them into my mouth as I continue to hold Toby’s eyes. Her taste explodes on my tongue, making my cock ache for her.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he snaps. I don’t know why he looks so fucking horrified. It’s not like this is our first group party. And I happen to remember that he’s been all in in the past. He might try to look like he’s all straight laced and shit, but it’s a fucking lie. He’s as freaky and wicked as the rest of us when you peel back a few layers.
“Join in or fuck off, bro. We’re enjoying ourselves.”
His jaw tics as he fights to make a decision.
“Let her go,” he demands, taking a warning step toward us, although I’m not entirely sure what he’s about to do unless he’s planning to pull a gun from his pants, which is unlikely seeing as he’s hardly ever packing.
“How about we ask her?”
Sliding my hand around her body, I squeeze her breast, pinching her nipple through the fabric.
She stifles a moan so I up the ante, pushing my hand down her stomach, circling her swollen clit.
“What do you say, Hellion? Should I let you go?”
Her response is a loud moan, so I dip my fingers back inside her again.
Toby’s eyes bore into mine. They never drop lower to watch what I’m doing to her body. Respect for his self-control, because hell knows the other three have fuck all.
“Right answer,” I growl in her ear. “Now get on your knees.”
She stills as my words register in her post-orgasm haze.
“U-uh.”
“Get on your fucking knees for me, Hellion.”
The second she follows orders and drops between my spread thighs, Toby turns his back on the lot of us and storms from the basement, leaving only the echo of the slamming door behind him.
“Who pissed on his chips?” Nico quips.