Lover, Liar, Legend

Lover, Liar, Legend 3

Chapter 13

Daniel's grin didn't waver. "Yeah. Often." He shrugged out of his jacket, letting it drop to the floor. "You gonna do something about it?"

Lena's nails dug into her thighs. The air crackled with something dangerous, electric. Mark set his beer down with deliberate care. "No," he said finally. "I'm going to watch."

Daniel's laugh was low, appreciative. "f**k. Okay." He crossed the room in three strides, yanking Lena up by the arm. His mouth crashed into hers before she could protest, his tongue forcing its way past her lips. Lena gasped into the kiss, her body responding before her mind could catch up.

Mark didn't move from the armchair. His fingers tapped against the armrest, a steady rhythm that matched the pounding of Lena's heart. Daniel's hands were already under her shirt, rough and impatient. "Turn around," he murmured against her mouth. "Let him see you."

Chapter 14

The floor tilted beneath her. Lena turned slowly, her back to Mark, her front pressed against Daniel. She could feel Mark's eyes on her on the way Daniel's fingers pinched her n*****s through the lace of her bra, on the way her head fell back against Daniel's shoulder when he bit her neck.

"Good girl," Mark purred from behind her. The words sent a shockwave of heat straight to her core. Daniel's hands slid down to her hips, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her jeans. "These off," he ordered, pushing them down her thighs. Lena stepped out of them clumsily, her knees threatening to buckle.

Daniel spun her around abruptly, shoving her onto the couch. He didn't bother undressing—just unzipped his jeans and dragged her to the edge of the cushion. Lena's gaze flicked to Mark, searching for what? Disgust? Anger? But his expression was rapt, his lips parted slightly as Daniel pushed her legs apart.

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The first thrust knocked the breath from her lungs. Daniel didn't go slow, didn't give her time to adjust. He f****d her like he was proving a point, each snap of his hips driving her harder into the couch cushions. Lena's moans filled the apartment, raw and unfiltered.

Mark stood suddenly, his chair scraping against the floor. Daniel paused, glancing over his shoulder. "Problem?"

Mark's smile was razor-thin. "My turn."

Daniel withdrew with a wet sound, stepping back to watch as Mark hauled Lena up by the hair. He bent her over the arm of the couch, his belt buckle clinking as he undid his pants. Lena braced herself, but nothing could've prepared her for the brutal way Mark took her no preamble, no tenderness. Just possession.

Daniel lit a cigarette, leaning against the wall to watch. "f**k," he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. "That's hot."

Mark's grip on Lena's hips was bruising. "You like this?" he growled, slamming into her harder. "Like him watching you take my c**k?"

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Lena couldn't answer. The pleasure was too sharp, too much. Her vision blurred at the edges, her fingers clawing at the couch fabric. Daniel exhaled a stream of smoke, his free hand stroking himself lazily. "She's gonna come," he observed, amused.

Mark's laugh was dark. "I know." He twisted his fingers in her hair, yanking her head back. "Come for us, Lena."

The orgasm ripped through her like a live wire. Lena screamed, her body convulsing between them. Mark followed seconds later, his groan muffled against her shoulder.

Silence fell, broken only by their ragged breathing. Daniel stubbed out his cigarette. "Well," he said, adjusting his jeans. "That was fun."

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Mark straightened, tucking himself back in. His hand lingered on the small of Lena's back, proprietary. "Next time," he told Daniel, "you bring a friend." Daniel chuckled, shaking his head as he reached for his jacket. "You're sick, man. I like it." He winked at Lena her thighs still damp, her knees weak before letting himself out. The door clicked shut behind him with unsettling finality.

Lena slumped onto the couch, her body throbbing in too many places. Mark's shadow fell over her, his fingers trailing through her tangled hair. "You're filthy," he murmured, almost admiringly. He tugged her up by the wrist, dragging her toward the bathroom. The shower hissed to life, steam curling around them as he pushed her under the spray. The water scalded her flushed skin.

Mark washed her methodically her neck, her breasts, between her thighs his touch clinical despite the intimacy. Lena leaned into the tiles, her forehead pressed to the cool ceramic. He turned her abruptly, cupping her face. "Say it," he demanded. Water dripped from his lashes onto her cheeks. "Say you're mine."

Lena's lips trembled. "I'm yours."

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Mark kissed her then, deep and slow, his hands framing her face like she was something precious. The contrast made her dizzy. He toweled her off with surprising gentleness, wrapping her in a robe before leading her to bed. "Sleep," he ordered, pulling the covers over her. Lena expected him to leave, but he climbed in beside her, his arm heavy across her waist.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. Mark snatched it up before she could react. Daniel's name flashed on the screen: Still thinking about that ass of yours. Mark's thumb hovered over the keyboard. Lena held her breath.

She's free Thursday,he typed. Then he tossed the phone aside and turned out the light.

Morning came too bright, too soon. Lena woke alone, the sheets cold where Mark had been. A note on the pillow: Gone to work. Don't be late tonight. She touched the words, the paper rough under her fingertips. The apartment smelled of s*x and cigarette smoke.

Her phone lit up with another message not Daniel this time, but Jake, a fling from two weeks ago she'd thought had ghosted her. ‘Hey stranger. Miss u.’ Lena stared at the screen. She hadn't given him this number.