“Open your eyes.” That commanding tone had my lids flying open, looking to Nicu for direction again. His lips curled up. The menacing edge he was giving had my heart pounding harder. “You watch what we’re doing to you. You watch and feel every bit of what we do as we take your body over the edge.” His fingers rubbed my clit faster, taking my breath away.
Not wanting to be in the background, Cezar’s teeth grazed my back, making me pay attention to his bruising grip on my hip before he began to piston his way into my body. All my senses were on overload.
Nicu leaned down, gripped my bouncing face, eyes taking me in like he was remembering every inch of this moment. “Cum around my brother's cock, Kazia.” His lips crashed into mine, lips, teeth and tongue, claiming me just as much as his brother’s cock.
My toes curled, and I was pushed over the edge, clenching down on Cezar’s cock with my bottom lip between Nicu’s teeth. My orgasm crashed into me like a freight truck, taking over my body in spasms as I came.
Fighting to keep my eyes open, Nicu jerked upright, and I saw his cock out and in his hand before he groaned out a low, tortuous sound and his cum shot out against my exposed pussy. I looked up to see his eyes drilled into mine, the feeling of chains being locked, the sense of forever in his gaze had me trying to catch my breath.
Cezar, not wanting to be outdone, thrust into me so deep my mouth flew open. He bit down on my shoulder, his teeth digging into my skin in the most painfully sensual way as his warmth filled me and my eyes went back into my head. He mumbled under his breath about his claim being more complete, but I wasn't paying attention as I was riding out the remaining shockwaves of this second orgasm.
Nicu trailed his fingers, covered in my arousal, along the leg that he tied up. The muscles in my leg trembled beneath his fingers. He bent down, giving my thigh a sweet, soft kiss that seared my skin and made that arousing heat fill me up all over again. It only took one tug for my leg to come free, but the damage was done. I wanted more.
Glancing at Ion, his face was twisted and torn. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he gritted his teeth, trying desperately not to come since I told him not to. I had to take pity on this poor, beautiful man.
Crawling out from Cezar’s grasp, I made my way over to Ion turning around on my knees and backed up into him. Lifting a hand behind myself, I ran it up his neck to the back of his head. His breathing grew ragged as my ass hit his flat muscular stomach, and I sighed out. His taut stomach clenching along my ass, desperation and need clung around me, making my body sing with anticipation. No thinking, just feeling, and I was feeling like I wanted more.
Letting go of his head, I reached down between my legs, grabbed his cock and lined him up at my cum covered entrance. “Is that enough lube for you, fuckboy? Can you fuck me with your brother's cum dripping out of me? Or is this not something you can do?”
Like the words had snapped the ropes keeping him back, he grabbed my hips and shoved himself inside of me, daring me to keep talking my shit, but I was already so spent that all I did was reach back up with my good arm and stick my ass out further as I moaned out.
One of his arms moved, snaking out around my waist while the other carved its way into my hip. His hands had this possessive grip like he would never let me go, even if he had to play tug-a-war with death himself. His face ran alongside mine, our huffing and puffing matched; everything about our joining synchronized as our two bodies moved as one.
It didn't take long for both of us to turn breathless, to cry out, to fall over the edge together in bliss.
Being completely spent, my body melted against his, unable to do anything else but be a limp noodle.
Cezar laughed as he said he was going to run a hot bath. Nicu was already trying to force feed me some water, and Ion held onto me like he thought I would disappear this second. When Cezar said the bath was ready, Ion swooped me up and went in with me.
The old me would’ve told myself that I was delusional. That I was sinking further and further down a dangerous and destructive pattern, one that I couldn’t get out of. Sinking into the steamy water, having Ion lathering me up, I smirked, realizing Stockholm syndrome was real and didn’t want to find a cure.
23
KAZIA
Waking up snuggled into the warmth of Ion’s arms was not a bad way to start the morning. Hell, waking up in all three of their arms was exhilarating, but when one of them had to go to work early, and the other had to check in on their neglected dungeon guests, it was nice to have a lazy morning with someone who didn't have a crazy busy schedule.
“Sleep,” Ion’s raspy voice had me tucked into his chest, feelings I never had bubbled to the surface. Before I met these men, I’d never been held in a man's arms all night. It wasn't for the men's lack of trying; more like I was so focused that I didn't give them any more of my time than was needed.
Since being kidnapped, it was like I had all the time in the world. While a good portion of that time was encased in fear, bringing me to my lowest of lows, I also realized that I’ve been at my highest of highs because I had to let go.
Ion burrowed his head into my neck, careful not to jostle my bad shoulder. “I can fucking hear you thinking,” rolling my lips into my mouth; I tried to keep myself from smiling too much. He popped up his head, those autumn breeze eyes narrowed on me. “It's annoying… plus you need more sleep to heal. That ointment worked wonders on your cheek, but…” The pad of his finger skimmed the surface of my neck, touching the bruise that was starting to form, his brows furrowed, and his jaw clenched.
“I’m fine.” He opened his mouth, ready to argue with me, but I kept going. “I really had any lone moments to think about any of that.” Nipping at his chin, I winked up at him, “You guys made sure.”
I wasn't an idiot, I knew shit got bad last night, probably worse than it should’ve been, but a realization hit me last night while I was in the bath. I wasn't going to let that asshole steal my good memories. Sure, Arak could cause me to have bad memories, ones that could hurt me, but I already knew that. I actually thought he would kill me on the spot, so I prepared myself. What I didn't count on was how each of these men needed me… and I needed them.
Even with his poor attitude, Ion desperately wanted someone to see him, with all his flaws, and choose to stay by his side. Nicu was so racked with guilt and shame for the past that his only way to atone was to control every aspect of his life so he would never make that mistake again, and when he did, he needed someone to get him back on track. Then there was Cezar. The man who kidnapped me, the one who I should hate the most, but from day one, has always been there for me. No matter if these voices were spirits talking to him or just a way for his mind to cope with what he did, he had fought for me, bled for me, and helped me in my darkest moments. I don't care if he was a psycho; he was mine—my first husband.
Snorting at that last thought, Ion pulled away, facing me with a calm, serious look and that caught my attention. Weaving his hands in mine, he looked down before taking a breath and lifted his eyes to mine. “Last night… I just…,” he exhaled, rolling his eyes at himself, but I kept my mouth shut and waited, knowing feelings were hard for him. “I wanted to… thank you… for taking care of Nicu.” I was not expecting that, especially from Ion, because he can be so prickly, but I guess he also had a soft inside.
Letting go of one of his hands to sit up, gritting my teeth through the pain in my shoulder, I responded before he could change the subject. “He needs control, and last night…after what your father did… He needed to feel in control again. After what he did for me…” This time, I stumbled over my words, not wanting him to think I only did that because he took a beating in my stead.
Cupping my face in his hands, he came in close, caressing my lips, whispering, “I know.” Closing the distance, his tongue swiped at my bottom lip, and I moaned, closing my eyes and pushing myself forward. Having him be this sweet seemed like this was a once-in-ever-ten-years event, and I wanted to take advantage.
He pulled away much too fast; slumping into my lap as he confessed, “He thinks we don't know about his sessions with our father, but we do. We’ve always known.”
Running my hand through his hair, I asked, “Sessions?”
