Garrett laughs, pulling out and slamming inside, each thrust pushing me back and forth on Kenzo’s cock like he’s controlling us both. My eyes widen and water as he hits the back of my throat over and over, but I don’t gag. I’m stuck between them, my other hand ripping into the bedding and fisting it as I take what they give me. Garrett’s smooth strokes slowly rebuild that fire inside me, stoking it with each twist and roll of his hips.
Kenzo’s moans fill the room, and he finally gives up trying to hold back. He moves his arm, his eyes heated and locked on me, his hand painfully tugging my hair, but it’s oh so fucking good. Kenzo is wild beneath me now, his hips lifting desperately, fucking my mouth hard and fast. Saliva drips from my lips, my cheeks ache, and my hand squeezes the base of his cock until he’s grunting. His eyes slip shut, and his mouth is wide open. His amazing chest is covered in sweat, and his abs clench as he tries to hold back.
Garrett grunts, his thrusts speeding up until he’s just fucking me hard and fast, the way only my enforcer ever can. No games, just raw fucking. Nothing held back. He owns my body, not questioning whether I’m enjoying it, since he makes me. His thick cock fills me and drives me to my limits again and again. I push back to meet him, panting around Kenzo’s cock.
“Darling, fuck, God, I’m going to—” Kenzo warns, his cock swelling in my mouth. I swallow him, locking my lips around his base and hum. He yells and jerks in my mouth, shooting his load down my throat before he collapses back onto the bed, his muscles shaking as he releases his hand from my hair and strokes along my cheek with shaking fingers. “Fuck me, I love you so fucking much it’s unreal.”
Yeah, I don’t answer that shit. It’s a bit awkward to have a lovey-dovey moment with another man’s cock still pounding away in your pussy, not that he cares. He smiles with smug satisfaction and slips from my mouth.
Swallowing, I wipe my lips as I laugh breathlessly, and that’s when Garrett decides to show me he was just playing. His hand wraps around my throat, and he drags me to my knees, my back hitting his chest. Kenzo reaches out lazily and traps my hands in front of my stomach until I’m helpless but to take the hard pounding thrusts he slams into me.
Again and again.
“Fucking love being inside you,” he growls in my ear. The dirty, guttural words having me crying out as I push back as much as I can to take him, the new angle hitting a spot inside me that has my eyes nearly crossing. “I swear you are enough to make a goddamn priest sin, baby. This hot little body drives me wild, until you’re all I think about. Fuck, I even dream of your hot little cunt, of you bouncing on my cock, and I wake up hard and wanting.”
His words undo me. I squeeze his cock as my eyes close, it’s too much. Too fucking much. That spark is an inferno now, burning for him, for all of them. And each stroke of his thick cock inside me drives me higher and higher to that brink. My pleasure is his to control, and my damaged enforcer is giving me everything I always wanted.
Him.
“Fuck, baby, I can feel your pussy clamping down on me like a fucking vice. You like it when I talk dirty? You like it when I treat you like the bitch you are? When I fuck all this hate out of me?” I whimper in response, and his hand squeezes tighter, his thrusts jiggling my breasts, and Kenzo groans at the sight, his tongue running along his bottom lip.
“I think you love it, love when I’m a dick to you. It gets you wet as hell, you love the fight, the game, until one of us finally gives in and breaks. Tell me, baby, who’s going to break first?” he murmurs, his tongue tracing my ear as he tries to slow his thrusts, but I slam myself back, taking him deeper, and he groans, his hand flexing on my neck. He has so much goddamn power. It’s the same hand that kills men with a snap, which is covered in so much blood, he will never be clean.
“You,” I grind out, making him grunt as I purposely squeeze around his cock.
With a snarl he releases my neck and pushes my face into the bed, his hands gripping my hips so hard, I know it will bruise as he hammers into me. It’s on the edge of pain and it mixes with the pleasure until I’m shaking, just holding on as he proves just how much he hates me.
“I hate you, I hate you.” I feel it chanting from my lips as I push back, meeting his wild thrusts.
He grunts and slaps my ass again and again, until with one last thrust, he slaps his hand over my pussy, catching my clit and sending me tumbling over the edge with a scream. I come so hard, I almost pass out, my vision dimmed, and when I come to, I’m shivering and shaking, my pussy dripping as I pant loudly. He drags me up again, stroking my neck lovingly as he kisses my throat.
Relaxing back into him, I let him hold me up as I turn into nothing but a satisfied mass of sweating flesh. He chuckles into my ear, which makes me clench around him, and in turn, causes him to groan and still. “Goddamn it, baby, you wreck me.”
“I fucking hate you,” I murmur, my eyes closed.
“I hate you too, baby.” He smacks my hip, and I fall forward again as he releases me, his cock slipping free. We both tumble to the mattress next to Kenzo, who turns and pulls me into his arms, his cock hard once again, but we both ignore it.
We all fall into an exhausted heap, our bodies slick with sweat, and I notice Kenzo’s wound is leaking blood, but he disregards it and snuggles closer. I want to check on Garrett’s too, but he’s behind me, and if the hard way he’s holding me is any indication, it shows he has no inclination to move any time soon.
Morons.
Ryder is going to kill us.
But in my defense…how am I supposed to resist them? They have abs, for fuck’s sake. Those little dents of happiness are my weakness, and seriously, would any girl turn down orgasms from their powerful, tatted, muscly—wait, I forgot my train of thought.
Ah, fuck it.
“I fucking love naps.” Garrett huffs, making us all laugh.
“Naps are my new favourite thing,” Kenzo states. “I think I need some more healing.” He wiggles his eyebrows, making me smack his chest.
“Yeah, well, so does my pussy, so shut your mouth and let’s actually nap,” I order, and they both chuckle.
“So cute when she orders us around,” Garrett mumbles, pressing closer to my back. “Baby, you think you control us?”
“I don’t think, I know I do, now shut up and let me sleep,” I demand, closing my eyes, and like I thought they would, they stay quiet.
Yeah, I control these bastards, they just don’t realise it.
Chapter Sixty-Three
ROXY
After our little nap, I wake up before the other two and leave them to heal. I text Ryder, mentioning he might need the doctor to check up on them, and then I fall into an exhausted slumber in my own room. I must have slept the rest of the day and night away, because when I wake up, it’s sunny again, so it’s clearly morning.
I guess the last week has taken its toll, but I feel full of energy today, and when I stretch and hit something hard, I don’t even scream, I just flip over, grab the knife from under my pillow, and have it at his neck in no time.