“Let me hear you choke on my brother's cock, while you come all over my face.”
I buck my hips when Knox swirls his tongue around my clit, and Carter simultaneously pushes to the back of my throat.
Spotting a light in the corner of the room, my eyes widen.
Carter chuckles, aware of what I’ve just seen. “Say hi to Killian. Right now he’s probably fucking his fist while he watches you, Little Heathen. I bet he wishes he could taste your sweet cunt, or feel your tight throat around his cock.” His grip on my throat tightens, as he glides himself in and out of my mouth, teasing me. “You like that don’t you? Does it turn you on, knowing that you’re being watched?”
I can’t help but look at the light from the camera, while Carter pulls out and slams back into my mouth.
“That’s right, Little Heathen. Show our brother how fucking gorgeous you are with my cock in your throat.”
Tears spill from my eyes as I gag slightly on his impressive length, causing both of the men in the room to groan in unison.
I’d like to pretend I don’t like knowing that Killian is watching, but it’d be a lie. And everybody knows it, as my back arches from the bed and I come for them, not able to tear myeyes from that damn light. I moan around Carter’s cock, and he growls a long, low, “Fuck,” as my pussy clenches down on Knox’s fingers.
“Tesoro. I think you’re ready to be fucked.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
KILLIAN
This woman is driving me to the fucking edge. Normally after a fight, I fuck. It’s usually a one-night stand, although sometimes I’ll dip into a repeat. Tonight, every fucking blonde I saw made me think of her. Then I come home and glance at the security cameras to see that one of these assholes has the video on in Knox’s play room.
I can’t stop myself from looking at the screen. She’s staring at the goddamn camera as Carter tells her that I’m watching her. Did it horrify her like it should? No, she’s fucking turned on by it. Really fucking turned on.
My brother was right. I’m watching. There’s no chance I would look away.
Carter comes down her throat, and she drinks every drop like such a good little whore. When he pulls out of her mouth, she licks her lips like she’s savoring the taste of his cum.
I keep my gaze on the screen as they trade places, and Carter fucks her pussy while Knox pushes into her mouth.
Carter's fingers dig into her thighs as he slams into her. Heather's moans are muffled by her mouth full of cock, but I can hear enough to pull my dick out of my pants and fist it hard.Every fiber of my being wants to burst through that fucking room and take her, possess her, and fuck her almost to the point of breaking her.
Tears run down her face as Knox, kneeling beside her, holds onto her hair in a firm grip.
“You take me so fucking well, Tesoro.”
Carter slows down, watching where they’re connected as if he’s fascinated with the visual, and I zoom in on the video to get a closer look.
I stare as his cock slides into her, then out, and imagine what she’d look like underneath me.
I arch an eyebrow at my brother’s bravery as he slides a finger into her ass. Heather’s moans fill my office. Every sound she makes is fucking sexy, but I want something different from her. I want to hear her scream. Will she beg me to stop? Fuck. I hope so. I’ve tried to convince myself that I don’t want her. To remind myself she’s the goddamn enemy. Yet as Carter fucks her relentlessly, and Knox pulls out of her mouth and growls, “Come,” she does, and I know the truth. This is a losing fucking battle. I am at war with her, but above that, I’m at war with myself. Since the moment she came into our lives, it's been a constant fight. Sinking my fingers inside her that morning in the kitchen was the worst decision I’ve ever made.
Her tight cunt wrapped around my fingers.
The sounds escaping from her throat.
The fight.
Unlike Carter, I don’t want her to love me. No. I don’t want her to live for me.
I want her to cry for me. I want her pain.
The final gasp from her lips will be my name. Whispered like a prayer. A plea to spare her life, but I won’t, because she’s ruining everything. In return, I’ll ruin her.
I watch as she screams my brothers’ names—one and then the other as her eyes roll back into her head, her back arches off the bed, and her restrained hands ball into fists.
Knox pulls out of her mouth and comes on her tits. She isn’t disgusted, not even when he drags a finger through the cum, and feeds it to her. Instead of getting mad, she takes it with a moan.
