I couldn't speak, not with Kite in my mouth. It was a relief, I was terrified of what awful thing I'd babble. I didn't like him asking me questions, the answers were too fluid, too shocking.
My * rippled, a stab of delight that spoke volumes.
“You do love it. That's good, Marina. I want you to love it,” Jacob chuckled, teeth nipping my ear. “Because I love it, too. I don't want to stop. I think... once I feel you come... I won't be able to let you go.”
The ringing in my skull left me stunned.
Jacob slammed into me faster. The sound of it echoed, the motion making me rock around so that Kite's fingers in my hair were all that held me on him. The cock in my throat flexed; Kite was close to finishing, but I was quicker.
The first claws of the orgasm that had been held back for too long slid through me and ate up my sanity. I saw nothing, and all I could feel was the burst of pleasure—it teetered close to pain.
I'd never come so hard, it was... violent. Were my eyes open, or shut? I just saw color, flashes that told me nothing. My brain was struggling to handle the rush of sensation. Every cell in me vibrated.
Around the thick shaft in my mouth, I moaned and sobbed. Kite broke past my gag reflex, warm seed filling my belly. He tasted like nothing I'd ever experienced. Did 'shameless' have a flavor?
As the flutters of orgasm became aftershocks, and Jacob kept stroking into my slippery thighs, I realized he wasn't done. I'd sworn he'd been close, that he'd been losing control. But now, as Kite pulled away and wiped himself off, mumbling something to himself, Jacob was... refreshed.
He looked down at me, allowing me to gaze into the tender blue eyes that hid every terrible thing he'd ever done, and had yet to do.
“Did you think I was finished? I told you,” he said, “I felt you come, and now I need more of that. More of you, Marina. And by the color of your cheeks and the way your cute * is twitching, you want more of this, too.”
Something in my stare gave me away. He'd spotted it because Jacob was a master at observation. But once, he'd told me I was perceptive, too. Over the brain melting sensations, I recognized the new look on his face.
It was the moment that he understood our dynamics were permanently changed.
This part of me they'd exposed, it was one I never knew I had.
My own hidden facet.
“She's insatiable,” Kite said, pumping himself in his fist. Like he was one to talk.
Studying me, how my breasts heaved with my sharp intakes of oxygen, the hitman slowed his strokes. My flinch was humiliating, though his smirk just turned my fire up even higher. Fuck, he was sexy.
Jacob said, “This might be dangerous.”
Dangerous? There was danger in this room, but it was from them, not me.
I had a sinking feeling that I'd gone and given them something powerful. A secret weapon to use against me.
This man—both of them—they were breaking me down. They'd seen me at my most vulnerable. How had it come to this?
Kite and Jacob shared a look. “Another time,” Jacob stated, and the other man nodded.
The fear in my belly had become a tangle of thorns. What the hell had they just decided?
They had something planned for me, was it different than my suspicion that they'd kill me one day?
Why couldn't Kite have just lied to me, that time in my kitchen? I wondered sadly. I should have pushed harder, made him promise he wouldn't ever kill me. His inability to do so was a cold slap of reality.
Abruptly, Jacob lifted me, putting my heels on his shoulders. I was shoved deep into the couch, sinking physically and mentally as he began pumping his thickness back into my desperate cunt.
And I did want more—needed more.
Again and again, the dark-haired man slid inside. He had me bent double, his lips on my neck, nostrils flaring as he inhaled me. “Again,” he growled, crushing his hands on my forearms. “Come for me again. I want to feel you trembling for me.”
This man who could easily murder me, he chose to ruin me in another way. Jacob left me in pieces, demanding another orgasm, and my body obeyed.
The hot, squeezing ripples took hold. My thighs shook, the climax coming so fast I couldn't prepare. Squealing, my * thrummed on him, his cock expanding with his lust.
“Good,” he said softly. Behind his tongue, I heard him struggling. His length throbbed in me, warning us both that he was close to coming.
He stopped moving, shocking me and eliciting a pathetic whine. Thumbing my lower lip, he asked, “You'll come for me again, right?”
The words were torn from me. “Yes! Yes, please—I'll come!”
“Not just now,” he whispered darkly. “Anytime I want you to... I'm going to make you. And you're going to let me.”
He taunted me, rubbing his shining length over my inner thigh.
Unable to argue, I arched on the couch and moaned. “Just fuck me, Jacob! I... whatever you want, just fuck me!”
My emptiness, a yawning ache, was brief. Kissing me roughly, he buried himself back inside with new vigor. His fingers slid down, massaging my ass, digging into the soft flesh.