Mirror Amour (Circotica Series) by Jade Hart

was becoming and I ran my nails down his back. He arched, a sly grin on his face. “I didn’t think you had it in you, but you’re already priming for your next one. I’m impressed.”
    His mouth crushed against mine, stealing my breath. I lavished in the rushing hotness of my blood. Gushing, pushing into my core.
                Fighting his tongue with mine, I ran hands up the warm planes of his chest and over his shoulders. His skin was as hot as a furnace—he was panting by the time I broke the kiss.
                I had no warning except for the flash of hunger in his purple eyes before he entered me. He was almost as rough as Noah, but I welcomed him. He filled me, pushing deeper and deeper, firmer and firmer.
                Noah paced around the bed, watching everything. I wished he’d come and kiss me. I missed him. I missed his body.
                Sex filled my brain as Carson withdrew and pressed in again. His butt clenched in the mirrors, my knees spread wide to accommodate him. I revelled in how I looked pinned beneath him. I looked so fragile, innocent, taken advantage of. Carson dropped a kiss on the side of my mouth. “Tell me what you’re thinking as I fuck you.”
    Noah froze, his cock rock-hard as Carson continued to rock against me.
    How did I answer that? What exactly was I thinking? That I liked not having any control, that I doubted I could push Carson off me if I wanted to, and the thought thrilled me that he could take me against my will? That I loved the power at being the only woman and the way they looked at me? That I loved knowing Noah hated me being touched by another male?
    I said the simplest thing I could imagine. “I’ve decided I love mirrors.”
    A strangled laugh escaped Noah as he came closer, hands curled. Carson bent his head to kiss me fast.
                I bit my lip, looking up at the mirrored ceiling through my lashes. Carson’s long and well-toned form thrust above mine. The reflection blazed the heat in my blood to an inferno.
    I was going to combust.
    Unable to take the steady, claiming pace, I dug my heels into the sheets and pressed up with my hips to meet Carson’s pressure.
    His eyes widened, nostrils flared.
    My voice rasped with sex. “You have my permission to come.”
                “Oh fuck no,” Noah roared. I gasped as he reached for Carson’s ankles and dragged him off me. His cock pulled out, and I was left cold and unloved in the middle of an empty bed.
    Carson swore as Noah dumped him on the mirrored floor. “What the hell? You wanted to watch, you bastard. So watch!” He made to stand, but Noah pressed a foot against his naked chest. “You touch her again and my one hundred and fifty admission won’t cover the damages.”
    Every word left a glowing fire around my heart, my skin, my soul. He wanted me to himself.
    Noah narrowed his eyes. “You move, and I’ll punch you. It’s your turn to watch.” His gaze flickered to me and motioned for me to come.
    I unfolded myself from the sheets and rose to my knees, prowling toward him on all fours. He breathed hard; it rasped in his lungs.
    “You want me all to yourself?” I asked as I climbed his body, pressing fingers into his abs, sliding over sweat-slicked skin.
    “The only guy who’s gonna come in you is me. I gave you a release—I want to give you another one while I’m spilling inside you.”
    My eyes snapped shut as I absorbed the mental image. My body sung along with the dark and pulling music, twisting me, molding me into some wanton creature. I opened my eyes and kissed him. “What are you waiting for then?”
                “I took you the way I wanted last time. Tell me how you want me this time.” He cupped my cheek, running a calloused finger across my lips.
                I wanted him to smother me in missionary, but I didn’t think he’d like that seeing as Carson just did. I frowned, trying to think