“She’s trying so hard to be good. She wants to be a good little slut for us,” Roman growled, his voice thick.
Lev pulled my hair with a quick jerk as he began to drive into me even more quickly. He was fucking my face, fast and deep, using my throat as he would my pussy.
“I can’t hear you, princess,” Roman said. “You’ll have to speak up. Beg for it.”
He punctuated his words with a particularly brutal thrust, his cock driving deep into my ass, the force of it pushing me forward, impaling me further on Lev’s cock. I gagged, tears streaming down my face, my body a trembling, oversensitive mess of need.
“You’re so beautiful when you cry,” Lev observed. “It makes me want to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”
He reached down and wiped a tear from my cheek with his thumb, a gesture that was almost tender, but his eyes were cold, fathomless, burning with a dark, predatory fire. “Are you goingto come for us again, Kara? Are you going to be a good little slut and come with my brother’s cock in your ass while I fuck your pretty little mouth?”
I could only manage a choked, desperate sound in response, my throat too full of him to form words. My body was a taut, quivering bow, pulled to its breaking point, a sweet, aching sense of fire building deep in my core, promising an explosive release.
“She’s close,” Roman grunted.
Lev chuckled. “I know. I can feel it in the way she’s trying to suck my soul out through my dick.”
“Tell him,princess,” Roman commanded. “Tell him you’re going to come. Tell him you’re our filthy littleslutwho loves getting fucked in the ass.”
I couldn’t. It was too humiliating. It was too shameful. It was too true.
“I think she’s trying to hold back,” Lev said, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. “She’s still fighting it. She’s still pretending she doesn’t love this.”
Roman’s hand came down on my ass. Hard. “Don’t fight it, princess. You’ll only make it worse for yourself.” He began to spank me steadily, hard, alternating cheeks, turning my ass red.
“I cangoall night,” Lev said, his voice laced with warning.”But can you?”
That did it. The threat, the promise of endless, brutal pleasure, was the final push, the last ruthless shove that sent me hurtling over the edge.
“Fuck,” Lev snarled, his head falling back as he emptied himself into my mouth. His cum was hot, thick, and salty, and I swallowed greedily, my throat working in a final, utterly glorious act of submission.
Roman wasn’t far behind. He let out a guttural groan as he came inside me, his hot seed surging into my channel in one spurt after the next. I could feel him throbbing inside me in the seconds following before he pulled himself out of me.
Lev pulled out of my mouth andreached downtostrokemy cheek in a gesture that was surprisingly tender.
“Good girl,” Lev whispered, his tone warm.
Roman’s arms wrapped around me and he laid us down, both lying on our sides, my back pressed against his chest. Lev laid down on my other side while Roman kissed my shoulder with the kind of tenderness that made my heart swell even as I felt his seed dripping out of my well-used hole.
“You’re ours,” he whispered.
“Ours,” Lev echoed.
“Yours,” I mumbled, closing my eyes as my body pulsed with sated euphoria, and I drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER 33
The next day…
Kara
I woke up to the sun streaming in through the windows, a golden warmth that seeped into my bones and chased away the last shadows of sleep. The bed was empty beside me, the sheets cool, but their scent still lingered—Roman’s clean, spicy cologne and Lev’s smoky, woodsy one.
I sat up, pulling the sheet around me, my body a delicious, pleasant ache. Every muscle protested, a sweet reminder of the night before. I felt… spent. Sated. And completely happy.
I could hear their voices from the other room, their tones too low to make out words. I slipped out of bed and padded into the living room still naked.
They were standing by the window, looking out at the glittering expanse of the sea. Roman was dressed in a neat white shirt and dark trousers, his hands in his pockets, his posture relaxed butalert. Lev was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression impenetrable.
