When his fingers reach out for my face, I tilt my cheek into his cold, addictive touch, peering up at him with hazy eyes. While his brother continues to fuck me.
“Open,” Kane commands, thumb brushing over my lips.
But I don’t. I stare at him, defiant.
Ezekial stops moving, holding me in his lap, stillinsideof me—pulsing, but not moving an inch.
I whimper, squirming,desperate for any movement.
“Open,” Kane repeats, and I know he hates repeating himself.
I don’t open.
Ezekial chuckles, it rumbles in his chest and along my spine. The soft movement is heaven while he withholds all other friction.
I remain resolute, staring up at Kane—refusing to give in.
But he doesn’t seem disappointed, not by the gleam in his dark eyes which appraise me. Not by the way his thumb tenderly swipes over my lower lip again, especially not by the slightest twitch of his mouth.
He likes my defiance. Wants it.
“Fuck her harder.” With those deadly, departing words, he steps back, and leans against the desk. “Don’t let her come.”
My gaze snaps to him a second before Ezekial’s shadows widen my legs, fingers grip my hair, and he fucks me just like his brother asked.
“Such… a…brat,” Ezekial grunts into my ear, each word punctuated by a sharp thrust that knocks the air from my lungs.
He tugs me back by my hair, holding me right against his chest, while his other hand holds my hip, keeping me held just above him. Just enough leverage to make my calves burn as he fucks up into me.
I can’t move, can barely breathe, and he never stops.
My body begins to tremble. I can barely make out Kane from this position, my neck is craned back, tears filling my gaze, legs strained. But it doesn’t matter, because I can feel him.
His shadows slither up and along my burning calves, curling around my shaking thighs, helping to keep me still so his brother can fuck me harder.
I’ve tried so hard not to make a sound, but a whimper escapes at the cool caress that slides along my centre.
When it moves again, this time higher, over my pulsing clit in a delicate tease that promises so much—my whimper becomes a guttural moan.
“Fuck.”Ezekial’s vigorous pace slows, barely, just so he can murmur more clearly, “You’re punishing us both, ana mea.”
One slow, deep, plunge inside me, and he yanks me down hard.
I nearly fucking cry.
“You took that so well, barely made a sound.” Zeek’s fingers withdraw from my hair, and brush over my damp cheek. “You’re so close, so desperate to come, aren’t you?”
I don’t answer.
His fingers slip to my jaw, gripping me. “Just open that pretty mouth for my brother, and you can come.” He slowly pulls his cock out, lifts my hips, then slams back into me so forcefully I gasp—
Two fingers slip into my mouth. Kane’s.
I’m about to bite down when he murmurs, “You bite, you don’t come.”
Zeek’s grip tightens, pushing firmly between the joints of my jaw.
It isn’t painful, but I can’t concentrate on keeping it shut when he starts whispering in my ear, “Come on, open up for us. Be good, show us what a goodimmaruyou are.”
