Reign of Wrath (Dirty Broken Savages #3)

Knox is stretching my ass, thrusting in slowly, and Gage starts to match his pace. The two of them move in tandem inside me, and my mouth falls open on a long, low moan.

It’s so much. The friction, the heat, the incredible, overwhelming fullness. It builds and builds inside me, burning at my center. When one of them pulls back, the other pushes in, and I’m caught between them, pinned and impaled, taking it in both holes like there’s nothing else that matters.

I can hear my own voice echoing in the bathroom, the desperate whimpers and moans of pleasure that mix with their harsh breathing and grunts.

“Fuck,” Gage hisses between his teeth. “Fuck, River.”

“Gage,” I moan back, and hearing his name like that seems to light something inside him. He starts fucking me harder, faster. He bounces me back against Knox, making the tattooed man bury his cock even deeper in my ass.

My body pulses, my heart racing and my pussy spasming like it wants to milk Gage of everything he has. I know I’m close. I can feel that electric heat growing, pulling me tighter and tighter until I’m on the verge of snapping apart.

“Please,” I moan, almost sobbing, and I don’t even know what I’m begging for. They’re both so deep inside me that there’s nowhere else to go, and they trade off slamming into me hard enough that I’m rocked by the force of it all.

When my orgasm hits me, it’s hot and intense. I have to bite down hard on my lip to keep from screaming out, and Gage holds onto me tighter, cursing under his breath at the vise grip my pussy has on his cock at that point.

My legs are tight around his waist, and I rock against him, riding out the waves of pleasure that keep threatening to drag me under.

Gage isn’t far behind. His thrusts get erratic, and he slams into me one more time before he comes too, filling me up with his load.

My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, but the fact that Knox is still buried in my ass makes that hard. The aftershocks of my orgasm ripple through me, and I whimper softly when Gage pulls out of me. I’m sensitive enough that just that motion makes my pussy clench.

“Good girl,” he pants softly. “You’re so fucking good.”

He starts unwinding my legs from around his waist, and I let him maneuver me how he wants, too blissed out from the intense release to do much to help or hinder him.

His green eyes are burning with lust even though he just came, and he and Knox set me down on my feet and then bend me forward over the sink.

Gage steps back out of the way, leaving the two of us there like that in front of the sink. Knox is still buried in my ass, and I’m still trying hard to catch my breath.

Knox doesn’t give me the time though. He starts moving in my ass again, fucking me with long, deep strokes that I can feel all the way through my body.

His hands are so big, holding on to my hips, and with how tall he is, it’s a good thing he has a hold on me. I’m already basically on the balls of my feet where I’m bent over the sink, and each hard thrust rocks me up even farther. I would definitely have already lost my balance if he didn’t have me in hand.

“Look at yourself,” Gage commands in a low voice, and I glance up at the mirror, obeying his order without even thinking.

I can see myself in the reflection, pale-skinned with red-rimmed eyes, and Knox behind me. I can see Gage too, standing just off to the side, his gaze locked on the sight Knox and I make together.

Just knowing he’s watching like that sends another flash of heat through me, and it makes Knox’s thrusts feel all the more intense. I meet Gage’s eyes in the mirror, watching him watch me get fucked hard and dirty.

“Oh god,” I gasp out, tightening my grip on the porcelain of the sink and holding on as Knox starts really going at it, his hips slapping against my ass so hard that my flesh jiggles.

“You’re perfect,” Gage tells me. “You’re so good. Taking our cocks like a fucking queen. Taking Knox in your ass like that. Can you feel him? All the way inside you?”

“Yes,” I practically sob. “I can feel it. He’s so deep. Fuck.”

“I wish you could see what you look like right now,” he says. “The way you’re taking him. How open you are. You’re so fucking good for letting him in like this. There’s never been anyone as perfect for us as you.”

I tremble under his praise and then buck back against Knox, forcing him in even deeper, just because I want that spike of pleasure when he bottoms out in me. Just because I want to see what Gage will say when I do it.

I’m not disappointed at all.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Gage practically purrs, heated pride in his voice. “Let him have you. Let him take you.”

I nod frantically because that’s what I want. I want to be lost in this, in both of them. I want them to have me and take me and make me feel good.

Knox grunts breathlessly from behind me, and he raises one hand and slaps my ass with it, driving another moan of pleasure from me.

“Please,” I choke out. “Fuck, Knox, please.”

“Don’t worry. I know what you need.”

His thrusts slow a little, and I want to tell him that’s not what I need, but then I hear the snick of the knife flicking open again. I don’t know what it says about me that the sound of it sends a wave of arousal straight down to my pussy, making it throb even harder and get even wetter.

With his free hand, Knox pushes my shirt up over my back, exposing the skin there. He keeps fucking me slowly, going balls deep with each thrust, and I almost jump when I feel the cool metal of the blade touch my skin.

It’s followed by a burning line of pain and then another and another as Knox carves into my back while he fucks me. The pain mingles with everything else, the pleasure that’s been building and growing as Gage watches us.

“Are you gonna come?” Gage asks, catching my attention again.

I nod desperately, and his green eyes burn. His features look harshly beautiful in the dim light of the bathroom. “That’s our girl. Come for us. Let me see you choke Knox’s dick with your tight little ass.”

That’s enough to push me over the edge again, all of the sensations building to their breaking point, impossible to ignore or fight against. I come hard, moaning Knox’s name as I fall apart again.

I shake through it, and Knox tosses the knife down and keeps going, grabbing my hips and slamming himself deep into me for a few more strokes. Then he’s coming undone too, cursing under his breath as he comes in my ass.

As the aftershocks of overwhelming pleasure begin to subside, I cling to the edge of the sink, trying to remember how to breathe. My chest heaves, and I drag in breath after ragged breath, my body still trembling from head to toe.

A tidal wave of emotion comes rushing back in as the orgasm fades, making my already weak legs wobble even more as dozens of feelings hit me all at once.

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