Donovan steps in behind her. His hands settle on her hips, thumbs pressing hard enough to bruise tomorrow. He bends her forward slowly, inexorably, until her palms hit the mattress and her back arches.
Kai moves to her side, fingers threading through her hair, tilting her face up so she has to look at me.
I unbuckle my belt. The leather hisses free of the loops.
Her breath catches.
I fold the belt once, let her see it, then set it aside. Not tonight. Tonight, she needs skin-on-skin, not distance.
I drop to my knees behind her instead.
Donovan spreads her open with both hands, exposing her completely. I drag my tongue from her clit to her entrance in one slow, filthy stroke. She cries out, hips jerking, but Donovan holds her still.
I devour her. Mouth hard, tongue spearing inside her, teeth grazing her clit until her legs shake so violently that Donovan has to brace her weight. I slide two fingers in alongside my tongue, curl hard, and she comes instantly, sharp and shocked, a broken scream tearing out of her throat. Her pussy clamps around my fingers, pulsing, flooding my mouth.
I keep going until she’s sobbing, until she tries to pull away from overstimulation, and Donovan won’t let her.
Only then do I stand.
I free my cock, line up, and drive into her in one brutal thrust. She’s so wet there is no resistance, just tight, scalding heat. The sound she makes when I bottom out is pure surrender.
Donovan keeps one hand fisted in her hair, the other clamped on her hip. Kai watches, stroking himself slowly, eyes black.
I set a punishing rhythm, hips slamming against her ass, the slap of skin loud in the quiet room. “Who do you belong to?” I growl.
“You,” she gasps. “All of you, only you?—”
I pull out without warning and spin her. She drops to her knees on the rug before she can catch her balance.
Donovan is already there, cock in hand. He feeds himself into her mouth slowly and deeply, until her lips stretch around him and her throat works to take more. Tears spill faster now, mascara tracking down her cheeks, but she doesn’t pull away.
I kneel behind her again, spread her knees wide on the rug, and drive three fingers back inside her cunt. She moans around Donovan, the vibration making him curse under his breath.
He fists her hair tighter. “The revenge plan is over. Say it.”
She tries to pull off to speak; he doesn’t let her. She tries to say the words anyway, muffled and desperate around his cock.
I add a fourth finger, stretch her until she whimpers, then circle her clit hard with my thumb. She comes again instantly, messy, shaking, squirting over my hand and the rug beneath her knees.
Kai lifts her before she collapses, carries her to the bed like she weighs nothing, lays her on her back, spreads her thighs wide. Donovan and I hold her legs open, ankles hooked over our forearms, exposing every inch of her flushed, dripping pussy.
Kai slides into her slowly, watching her face the entire time. “This baby is ours,” he says, voice soft and lethal. “Say it.”
She’s crying harder now, but her hips lift to meet him. “The baby is yours,” she sobs. “All of yours.”
He fucks her through another orgasm with slow, deep, relentless strokes that make her back bow off the bed and her voice break on every thrust.
When she’s limp and shaking, I take the bed. I pull her on top of me, enter her from beneath in one slick thrust. Donovan slicks himself with lube, waits until she’s trembling on the edge again, then pushes into her ass with one slow, burning slide. She screams at the stretch, nails raking my chest, but she pushes back against him, takes every inch.
Kai stands at the headboard, feeds her his cock while Donovan and I find our rhythm, one withdrawing as the other drives in, never leaving her empty.
We make her repeat it all, louder, between broken cries.
“I’m done with Robert.”
“I choose this family.”
“I’m yours forever.”
