The orgasm tore through me with such force, I screamedhis name. My back arched off the bed, my thighs clamping around his head as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
Tristan worked me through it, his tongue gentling but never stopping, prolonging my climax until I was sobbing with the intensity of it.
When the aftershocks finally faded, I collapsed back onto the bed, boneless and shaking. Tristan kissed his way up my body, his lips and chin shiny with my arousal.
“You okay, kitten?” he murmured, settling beside me and pulling me against his chest.
I nodded against his shoulder, not trusting my voice.
“Good girl.” He stroked my hair, his touch gentle and soothing. “You did so well for me. Came so hard, so prettily.”
It was only then I remembered Cole was still in the room. When I turned to look at him, his face was a mask of anguish beneath the bruises. His cock was still in his hand, and his chest heaved with each ragged breath.
“You’re not fucking done yet. Put her on her hands and knees,” he rasped to Tristan—not to me, never to me, that asshole.
I should have told him to fuck off, should have kicked them both out. Instead, a shiver ran down my spine.
I stared up into Tristan’s whisky-colored eyes.
“Do it,” Cole snapped. “She wants this. She let me in to watch, so fucking let me see.”
Tristan looked down at me, the question in his eyes. I could end this at any time, send Cole away, send them both away.
Instead, I nodded.
Tristan swore softly. He gently guided me onto my hands and knees, positioning me across my bed so I faced Cole. “Like this?”
Cole’s eyes never left mine. “Now, fuck her,” he snarled. “Slowly.”
Tristan notched himself at my entrance and pressed in, and fuck, it felt so goddamned good. This is what I’d wanted, right? To punish Cole, to make him watch everything he’d thrown away.
“Eva—” Tristan moaned as he entered me, each barbell in his Jacob’s Ladder scraping against my insides.
“Look at you, sparrow. So wet that Tristan slides right in. You did that, Tris, made our girl feel so good, she can’t even think straight.”
Our girl.The words shouldn’t have affected me, shouldn’t have meant a fucking thing, not when Cole hated me, not after what they’d done to me.
And yet.
“Please,” I rasped, not sure what I was begging for.
“You heard her,” Cole said, his split lip curling. “Give her what she needs.”
Tristan bottomed out inside me, and I moaned at the stretch, at the piercings dragging against my walls.
“You’re so tight, kitten, so fucking good to me. So perfect,” Tristan babbled sweet praise as he stroked his fingers over my hips, reassuring and gentle. He pulled out then pushed back it.
“Fuck, sparrow, look at that,” Cole murmured. He stroked himself, and I licked my lips before I could stop myself. “Look how well you take him, kitten. Such a beautiful fucking slut for us.”
A tear slipped down my cheek, then another, and then I was sobbing, even as Tristan fucked me, pleasure building in my core.
“More,” Cole commanded. “She can take it, can’t you,Eva? So wanton and needy, desperate for our cocks, even though you hate us.”
Tristan’s pace increased, his hips snapping against mine, deeper and harder with each thrust. His fingers tightened on my hips, and I relished the thought of the bruises I’d wear in the morning.
“You’re doing so good for me,” Tristan breathed. “Taking me so well.”
“That’s it,” Cole rasped. “Just like that.”
