Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141

“Good girl,” Roman praised her with a dark smile.

I clenched my teeth so hard that the sharp bite inside my cheek made me taste blood. The sting grounded me, but it did little to quell the storm raging inside.

At that moment, Roman’s masked gaze flicked up—just barely enough for me to feel that invisible thread, that electric pull between us. My boy was looking right at me. Not at her, not at the crowd. Me.

And God, how desperately I wanted to believe it was real.

But then his hips jerked again, and the guttural sound he made as she swallowed him down tore through me like a knife. It wasn’t me on my knees. It wasn’t my mouth.

Roman’s grin stretched wider across the distance, always the showman, always in control. “Now return the favor, Xion. Make her scream for us.”

Luna leaned back on her elbows, legs spread wide as Noah obeyed without hesitation. The clinking of chains against the floor echoed softly as he dropped to all fours, his head dipping between Luna’s thighs. Her breath hitched the instant his tongue made contact, her moan ringing out clearly over the speakers.

The crowd erupted in response—chairs scraped, a few voices called out in approval, hungry for more.

I forced myself to straighten, to stand tall and show them control rather than the seething rage simmering beneath my skin. My boy was stunning like this—mouth buried between her thighs, shoulders taut with effort, desperate to please.

And I hated every second of it with a fire hotter than anything I’d ever felt before.

“Deeper,” Roman ordered sharply.

Noah obeyed, a low groan vibrating against her slick heat. The sound struck me hard, stirring my cock to painful hardness even as my heart twisted with agony.

“Enough,” Roman commanded, his tone sharp and final. He yanked her back by the hair, eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. “Now, I want you to finish what you started.”

They switched positions seamlessly. The glisten of her lips caught the lights as she took him into her mouth once more—slow at first, then deeper, faster—until his masked head tipped back and the chains clattered with every thrust of his hips.

And God help me, it was breathtaking. My boy—hard, wild, gasping—but every moan that tore from him shredded my insides.

I stood rigid, fists clenched, trembling with the effort to remain still while my cock throbbed painfully beneath my trousers. Watching her swallow him whole, watching him fuck her mouth when all I wanted was to claim him for myself—every nerve in my body screamed with a mix of fury and desperate need.

Then, suddenly, I felt it—a warmth pressed gently against my thigh, a presence close beside me.

I glanced down and met Anthony’s intense, dangerous blue eyes locking onto mine.