Vivian
Julian.
My husband was standing three inches of wood away from where I was currently pinned against a mirror, naked, covered in sweat with Viper buried deep inside me.
I opened my mouth to talk, to gasp, to do something but Viper’s hand came instantly over my lips, stifling the sound.
Damien wouldn't let me talk. He didn't care about Julian. He looked... exhilarated.
His eyes were locked on mine in the mirror, dark and burning with a sick, twisted amusement.
He didn't pull out. In fact, he pushed his hips forward and buried his d**k to the hilt, stretching me so wide I saw stars.
“Vivian?” Julian’s voice came again. Then I heard the jiggle of the doorknob. He was trying to open the door.
Thank God I had locked it.
Damien leaned forward and pressed his chest against my back
