Chapter 67

　　Mirage eyes met Vice’s over his shoulder as Victor began to thrust against her.

　　Vice’s hand closed around himself, turned on, she realised, by watching Victor on her, and f-k, if that was not just the sexiest thing she had seen in her life, she did not know. She closed her ankles behind Victors hips and arched up into him, crying out as he sank deeper.

　　“F-k,” he groaned out. His hand pulled her dress off her shoulder, the strap breaking, and closed on her breast, pinching the nipple between forefinger and thumb. She shuddered.

　　“F-k, Victor,” Vice groaned. “She looks good under you.”

　　“Feels better than she looks,” Victor said with certainty.

　　She moaned, their words tipping her over the edge and into orgasm, and she felt Victor cry out, and felt the heat and pulse as he followed her. Vice almost shoved Victor from her, and she wrapped herself about him, as he drove into her, his eyes wild and his mouth hot and hungry against hers.