“We might be monsters, killers, men without morals,” the backs of her thighs met my desk, and she stumbled, her ass meeting the surface. “But when we claim something, it's ours for life.”
Pushing her down, her back hit the desk with a thud, and she winced, but her eyes shined up at me like I was a savior, and I ate that shit up like a demon seeing a bright shining soul for the first time. “Now, we’re going to make sure you never forget that. Get past this fear of yours and never hear about it again.”
Lifting up her dress, never taking my eyes off her, she gasped as I ripped her panties off her body. That soft, breathless gasp was like gasoline on a bonfire, igniting my hunger for her that much more. I watched her face contort as I shoved two fingers in her, her breath caught in her throat. “Shit, is that all you can take? Just two fucking fingers? You're going to do better than that, princess.” Her hot, sticky arousal coated my fingers as I pumped harder and harder into that tight pussy.
Licking my lips, I watched her screw her eyes shut, and I barked, “Open your eyes!” Her eyes lifted, soothing the beast inside that craved her submission. “I want you toknowthat we’ve touched every inch of this body, and we’ll continue doing so until you're ready to accept thatyou’re ours. It's not a matter of if you agree,” I shoved a third finger into her, stretching that tight pussy as I went in so deep her eyes rolled in the back of her head, “it's a matter ofwhen.”
Her head lolled to the side, her short breaths turning into moans right before my eyes, all while keeping her eyes on me. I loved seeing the life in those eyes spark when I touched her. “Ion,” I barked, turning my head to him, seeing him barely keeping it together. “I think our little princess needs some more attention. Get over here.”
He glared at me, somewhat of a staple in our relationship, but surprisingly, he did as I said and came up to the desk. “Help her out of this dress.” His hands went to the top of the dress, gripping at the buttons that went down the center and ripped it apart. Buttons popped off everywhere; her breasts bounced out since she didn't have a bra on.
When I raised a brow, Cezar crouched down to her level on the other side of her head, petting her hair as he cooed, “The bra got in the way earlier.” Both Ion and I looked down at her with wide eyes. Not only did she see him torture someone, but she also had sex with him? She was fucking perfect. Perfect for my brothers and I.
Ion hovered over the edge and I was tempted to make him wait it out, to suffer, but I took pity on him. “I think her tits need some attention. Ion, make her squirm underneath me.” He didn't hesitate for a moment as he lap at her nipples. Her body lifted up to give him more access as her eyes shined up at me, flooding with desire, daring me to do more.
I kept up my pace with my fingers until I saw Ion lift his hand, and I took one lubed-up finger out and shoved it in her ass just as he slapped her other nipple. She bit her lip, muffling her scream as her face screwed up in pain, but her pussy pulsed around my fingers, dripping with her arousal.
“Oh, my roma, do you know how beautiful you look when you make a face like that? It's mesmerizing,” and Cezar wasn't wrong. My cock was already at full mass, watching her body take everything we gave her, but I was far from over.
Keeping one finger in her ass and two in her pussy, I moved my thumb over her clit and rubbed her in time with my pumps. Ion took that moment to run his teeth along her nipple, and she screamed out, “Ooh, yes. God, fucking yes.”
Glancing up at the door and then to Cezar, he caught on right away. “Cezar, take care of it.”
He smiled, cupping his hand over her mouth as she kept moaning. “Shhhh, shhhh, my roma. We can’t have you making that much noise, even if we love it.” He stood up, unbuttoning his pants, and his eyes roamed her face like he was under her spell.
He brushed his thumb over the soft pillow of her lips, mesmerized, “I can help you be quiet, my roma.”
Picking up her shoulders, he slid her down a little farther, making her head fall off the desk. He crouched down, “I love you,” he whispered, and then he locked his mouth to hers, deepening the kiss so you didn't see where either of them started or ended.
When he finally came up for air, with that dopey look on his face, her softened mews underneath him made my hackles rise. “Open for me, Zia. I want you to take all of me.” He brushed his hand along her cheek. “You’ll be a good girl for me, right?”
She gave a small nod before opening her mouth wide, and he glided right down her throat. She gagged a few times, and he let up, working it so she could take him farther and farther at her own pace. I knew she'd found the right spot when his face lifted up to the ceiling, jaw clenched as his hips moved. I watched with a fervor, seeing her throat bob up and down as he moved his hips. A seed of jealousy weaving in my psyche, refusing to be outdone.
“Oh fuck, Zia. You're so good, such a good girl taking me like that.” He lovingly ran his hand up and down her throat, practically rubbing himself while using her throat.
“Are you sure?” I ripped my hands away from her, causing her to gag, which in turn had Cezar motioning with his finger across his throat and then pointing to me. I wasn't scared of my little brother. Did I feel shame, guilt, and pain for him? Yes, but scared, no. I’ve never been scared of him.
I got up on the desktop. Ion kept up his exploration of her body with his hands and mouth, and I unzipped. Lifting her hips, I shoved her thighs apart, watching that glistening pussy of hers clench around nothing. “Are you sure she’s that good? From here, she doesn't look like she could even take me?” Sneering out at her, “Can you, princess?”
Even with her mouth full and upside down, she had some fight in her, thrusting her hips up at me to say give it my best shot. “It was rhetorical. You will be taking me, and you’ll fucking love it as I stuff your pussy so full, feeling like you’re breaking apart from the inside out.”
Positioning myself right at her wet and waiting entrance, I speared inside of her, going in so hard and deep that she would never be able to forget this moment. My claiming of her would be remembered, even on her deathbed.
Her garbled screams vibrated around Cezar, making him hunch over and grip the edges of the desk. “Oh fuck, Zia. Fuck.”
A crooked, cruel smile took over my face, and I didn't stop there. “Come on, princess, I know you can take more. Youwilltake more.” Carving my touch into her thighs, I used them to assault her pussy with my cock, over and over. I took her relentlessly. It was so hard that my balls slapped her ass and I couldn't get enough. I didn't give her a moment to think, let alone breathe without thinking about me and my cock pounding away at her.
Remembering my earlier mission, I growled out at Ion, not letting up on my pace for a second. “Climb on top and fuck her tits until you come all over them. I want to see her covered.”
He got up, this time not glaring at me as he straddled her, pushing her tits together as he fucked that soft skin he had just had in his mouth. His moaning went low and desperate, “Oh fuck… I need… I need...”
Cezar, through some kind of magical dick stamina, pulled out of her mouth, and she called out, “Don’t fucking waste all our time and cum on my tits, fuckboy. I know your slutty ass knows how to.” Then she made a garbled moan, and her mouth was full again.
Ion let out a deep guttural moan, barely making out the word “Mine,” before he took a beat, spasming on top of her as he coated her chest with his cum. When he was done, he crashed to the side, his hand reaching out to touch her as he tried to catch his breath.
Seeing her tits smeared with cum had my body zing with fire, the urge to keep pushing her, to keep claiming her, overrode any thoughts.
Cezar growled out, gripping down on her throat with force as he thrust and kept himself inside her, whispering, “Drink it down, my love, take all of me and fill yourself up with it. You’re mine.”
