Chapter 6

With a sudden, commanding grip on her hips, Destiny flipped Katie onto her back against the silken cushions. The move was fluid, dominant, leaving Katie sprawled and breathless, her green eyes wide and glazed with anticipation. From his corner, the silent man let out a low, appreciative grunt, a sound that only heightened the electricity crackling in the intimate space. Destiny’s gaze was a brand of pure possession as she settled between Katie’s trembling thighs.

“Let me hear you,” Destiny commanded, her voice a husky whisper that brooked no argument. She didn’t wait for a reply.

Her mouth descended on Katie’s pussy with an immediate, voracious hunger. It wasn’t a gentle exploration; it was a possession. Her pierced tongue—a slick, cool point of metal—zeroed in on Katie’s swollen clit, flicking and circling it with relentless, rapid precision. A ragged scream tore from Katie’s throat as her back arched off the platform, her hands flying to her own breasts. She kneaded them frantically, pinching and pulling at her own nipples through the thin fabric of her top, trying to ground herself in the storm of sensation.