From the corner of my eye, Kade shifted, the glass in his hand trembling as he watched Dane’s stillness.
I’d been so lost in pleasure and fear, I hadn’t noticed he’d already removed his thumb. He must have sensed something—he pulled back and held me in his arms. All thrusting had stopped, though he was still almost knot-deep inside me.
I said the one word to make him stop, and he listened.
Taken
I didn’t want him to stop.
I just didn’t want himthere.
“Okay, baby, okay,” he murmured, swiping my tears away as I took shaky breaths.
“No, please. Don’t stop,” I whimpered. I wouldn’t let Amos ruin this for me. I was choosing this. I was choosing him.
He tensed behind me, waiting.
“Tell me you’re sure,” he grunted.
“I… I am. Please, Daddy. Fuck me,” I begged.
Erase it all.
He didn’t hesitate. He reached down and ripped the latex away, discarding the last barrier between us. He didn’t need it anymore.
He hauled me up and flipped me onto my back, my head near the foot of the bed.
“It’s taking everything in me not to demand his name, to rid him from the world for you. I’m not him. You have nothing to fear from me,” he promised.
I nodded as tears rolled down my face and dripped from my chin. His hand returned to my hair, and with a firm pressure, he flipped me back over. He hauled my hips up, dragging me toward him until I was once again face down at the edge of the mattress, forced to present for him.
“You’re mine to ruin,” he growled. My eyes darted to Kade. He shook his head and mouthedours.
My gasp turned to a moan as he pressed me deeper into the bed. Every time he slammed into me, I sank further into the bed, the weight of his body pinning me to the softness until I was encased. His fingers weren’t just touching my clit—they held me, pinching and circling with a relentless pressure that had me sobbing into the sheets. I felt small, cherished, and mastered, lost to the world of softness beneath me and the hard force of him above.
His hand was on my spine, his fingers lighting a fire. It squeezed my hip and waist before sliding down my rolls. His fingers expertly pinched my clit, and I screamed. I bucked my hips, thighs shaking. I clawed the sheets as he pistoned into me. My breasts dragged against the material as he stuffed me full of his cock.
The new angle hit all the right spots, and I was weak beneath him. He cursed because of me and that had me coming apart. He didn’t stop. He fucked me. His breath short yet restrained. Just when I thought it couldn’t get more intense, his fingers rubbed against my clit. Spots danced across my vision as I came.
The sound of his knot slapping violently against my heat echoed through the room. I thought I’d given myself to Dane, but I’d been wrong. He’dtakenme.
A suddencrackerupted from the shadows. Kade had reached his limit. He threw his empty glass into the fireplace, the crystal exploding into a thousand shards that mirrored the way I was coming apart. He didn’t say a word as he unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes locked on the way Dane was buried in me.
“Fuck. This pussy was made for me. You’re my personal cum rag, aren’t you?”
I gasped, a shiver racking my frame. Every word burned like fire, but I was starving for the heat. Dane knew exactly how to break me—and I wanted him to.
My mouth hung open, words lost to a mind filled with nothing but him. The silence was a mercy, a peace found only in the obscene suction as he pulled back, only to slam home as if the world would end if he weren’t buried deep inside me. My body jerked with every strike, a mindless pulsing of bliss and force.
“I’ll never get enough,” he grunted.
Same.
Dane withdrew and flipped me onto my back. He hovered above me like the Grim Reaper here to claim my soul. With the way sweat glistened over his forehead, the ink stretched tautly over muscle, and the way my juices made his cock glisten, I was about to hand it over to him.
His hungry gaze ravaged my body as he adjusted his grip on my hips. He shifted, pressing himself against me, but his cock stood so proud he couldn’t slide in. I reached up, guiding him down until his tip pressed against my entrance. His chest rumbled in approval. My toes curled at the sound.
Slowly, he slid in, spearing me open. The thick, heady feel of him inside me was like a drug—addictive, overwhelming. I widened my legs, needing more. I swallowed as his cock disappeared into me. My lips parted as I held myself open for him.
