Page 58 of Play Dirty

And when I look up again, she is kissing Alexander like she’s just as hungry for him as he is for her.

What am I doing here?

Her hand on my head makes me forget to answer my own question. The way she opens her legs for me, inviting me to place my mouth where my hand is already working her clit, blatant and apparent.

I can’t not obey her.

She is my master, after all.

She is the reason I live. She is the mate of my soul. She is the only woman I’ve ever really wanted.

I don’t care if I have to share her. I don’t care that this will end in a matter of weeks. I don’t even care that I was set up to lose this game from the very beginning. That my only purpose here is to make their love stronger. To keep their bond together.

My tongue sweeps against her soft, pink folds. Laps at her wet cream. Slips inside her opening as my thumb strums her clit in small circles.

She’s breathing heavy now. All three of us are. She is still kissing Alexander. And I am the interloper. The extra one. The intruder.

“Come with me,” she says.

I am lost. What the fuck is wrong with me?

But when I look at Alexander, he’s lost too. He looks like I feel. He hates me, I realize. Maybe even more than I hate him.

She leads us over to the couch, pointing to it as she looks at Alexander.

He is like her dog now. Her good little dog. Because he lies down, back against the arm. Legs sprawled out across the tufted-leather cushion. She climbs on top of him, hands flat on his chest. Leaning down, her ass in the air acting like my invitation.

I kneel on the couch. Then straddle Alexander’s thigh. I lower my hips and drag my balls up his leg as I position myself behind Augustine.

We’re going to fuck her. This is nothing new.

What is new is how I feel about it.

How I want to be the one she looks at as we make her come, and not him.

But I am behind her. As usual. And he is in front. Where he belongs.

And this is the saddest thing about what I’m doing.

Because I can’t stop.

I can’t say no. I won’t.

I have never been her master, she has always been mine.

Alexander is already inside her. They are already fucking. She is already moaning, his fingers are already tangled in her hair. His eyes locked on her face as she shows him—and only him—just how much she likes what he’s doing.

When I enter her—not her ass, but her pussy—my cock becomes one with Alexander’s.

There is no difference between us. There is no separation.

We are one to her.

We are the same.

We are her slaves.

And when we fuck her together—and come with her together—Alexander and I both know we’ve lost.