I roll back and snatch her wrist. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I just want to know what you know. Is that too much to ask?”

I sit up, shift my weight so I straddle her thighs, and take hold of her free wrist. I look down at her breasts and the tiny scrap of a bra. “What I know, Dandelion, is that it’s very hard for me to have you in my bed and not fuck you.”

She studies me curiously. “But you won’t touch me without Amadeo here.”

I shake my head. “No. Out of respect for my brother.”

Her gaze shifts to my lips, then lower to my dick pressing against my briefs. I tilt my head and raise an eyebrow. I’m hard.

“Do you wonder why we’re like this?” she asks, looking up at me. “All of us, I mean. Fucked up like this. Sleeping with the enemy and wanting it.”

I smile, then shift my weight off her. “You are quite the philosopher tonight. But I’m tired. You do what you want. I’m going to sleep.” I lie down on my back, and she immediately straddles me, rubbing herself against my cock through her panties and my briefs.

“I want to come.” She slips her hand into her panties, and I watch, unable not to, as she applies herself to the task.

Fuck. Fuck me hard.

“You want to come, Dandelion?” I ask, drawing her panties down far enough that I can watch her fingers work over her sweet little pussy. I set my hands behind my head like I’m watching a fucking movie. “You want me to watch?”

She doesn’t answer, doesn’t have to. It takes all I have to hold back, but I do give myself a minute to take in how her fingers work over her slippery sex, and moan when she presses her wet pussy to my cock, using me to get herself off.

“Fuck,” I groan and draw her panties up. Little good it does with her fingers still inside there. I can smell her arousal, and I want nothing more than to flip her onto her back and drive into her hard. Make her forget everything but me. But when she leans forward and brings her mouth to mine, I turn away, take her by the hips, and press her to me one more time before making myself move her off me.

“Come on,” she protests, swinging one leg back over me. “You want me.”

“No one’s denying that.” I flip her onto her back and hold her down, leaning my torso over her. “But I said no. If you want to get off, have at it. But I told you I’m not touching you now.”

She exhales, annoyed, shoves me off, and turns her back to me. “Fine.”

“Are you pouting?”

“Fuck off.”