“What’s rule five again, trouble?” Onyx asks, his voice lighter now.
I feel Onyx step away from me and Reef take his place behind me, his warm hands lightly caressing my ass.
I can’t even think, my head is a blur of pain and desperate need for one of them to fucking pleasure me. That’s it. “My body is yours to pleasure,” I gasp out, relieved I got there.
Reef’s hand moves up my side, cupping my tit firmly, massaging me as he continues to place kisses over my back and shoulders. His cock lines up with my pussy entrance, then he pushes inside of me, and I cry out, so desperate for him.
“Fuck yes, Reef,” my cry vibrates off the bathroom walls.
He thrusts into me again. “That’s it, wildcat, let me make it all better. You’re so perfect like this, so wet and needy for me.”
“Yes, Reef,” I murmur, so out of it already.
He fucks me relentlessly, thrusting inside of me repeatedly, bringing me more undone by the second. I try to grip onto the tile wall, but my hands slip, and he catches me, his body taking complete control. He pulls out to spin me around to face him, and he picks me up like he did earlier, and I wrap my legs around him. In one move he buries his cock deep inside of me again.
From this position I find Onyx watching us, his cock now hard as stone as he strokes himself, his dark lust-filled eyes locking with mine. I want him as well, but I already know he’s not going to let that happen. This is part of his punishment. If I don’t do as he says, I can’t have him.
Reef’s fingers slide over my mound, and he starts to toy with my clit, running his finger back and forth over it, working me into a frenzy. My head spins, and I refocus on him. His green eyes lock with mine in a way that makes me feel every bit of how important I am to him. “I need you safe, do you understand?”
“Yes,” I whisper, feeling guilty for trying to run. They are both still struggling with the last week, and I pull a stunt like that because I’m feeling out of control.
His lips meet with mine, and he kisses me so deeply I feel a warmth spread all the way through me. He pulls back just slightly. “Cum for me, wildcat. I need to see you fall apart,” he groans into my lips.
My eyes roll back in my head as my body comes apart for him, trembling and shivering, my orgasm so damn powerful I see stars.
“That’s it, Sloane, your pussy is so fucking tight. Milk my cum right from me.” He thrusts forward into me deeper, every movement harder and with more purpose. And I know that’s it for him as well. He fills me with his own release, my nameslipping from his lips. When he’s done, he pulls me into him, hugging me so close as he kisses my hair and tells me how perfect I am for them.
My heart races like crazy, because that felt like so much more than punishment, or even really pleasure. It felt like love. And that scares me more than anything. I see how much they both care about me, what they are doing to protect me.
“On your knees, trouble,” Onyx demands, his voice strained.
Reef releases me, and I get down on my knees in front of Onyx, taking his cock in my mouth right as he cums. “Drink it all down.” He fills my mouth with his release, and I do exactly as I’m told, loving every damn second of it. Part of me thought he wouldn’t even let me touch him today.
When he’s done, he pulls out of my mouth, wiping his thumb over my bottom lip like Reef did earlier. “Do you feel better?” he rasps, and I know he’s trying to get himself under control as well.
“Yes,” I whisper, not sure I understand any of this, but I do. The panic attack is long gone, and now all I can think about is how badly I want to do that all over again. Next time with him.
Chapter 25
Withmyhairfreshlywashed and dried and a new skirt and top on, I make my way back down the stairs. Onyx and Reef both left me alone to finish off my shower, saying they were going for a workout in the gym. With nothing better to do, I keep wondering what the twins are up to, and I know Onyx said to stay out of it, but I can’t help myself.
I tap at the door of the den where Orlando and Romeo have been hiding out for hours. How much could there possibly be to say about their trip home? They fly to Italy and kill their papa, then leave their younger brother Valentine in charge, sounds simple to me. I could plan it out for them, maybe even be useful.
“Come in,” Orlando calls back, a hint of impatience in his tone. That tells me one of two things: he and Romeo aren’t getting along or he doesn’t want to be disturbed. Bad fucking luck, I’m bored because of them.
I open the door, smiling cheekily at them.
“Doll face.” Romeo returns my smile.
They both look pleasantly surprised to see me, sitting on the two wicker armchairs in the center of the room with even a grinon Orlando’s face. He shoves some paperwork back into a folder and leans behind him, placing it on his desk.
My fingers itch to see what they were looking at. Was it the hit on me, a contract of some type, or something else they are hiding from me? “Lunch is going to be ready soon,” I say, but really, it’s just an excuse to interrupt them and find out what they’re up to.
Orlando beckons me closer with a gentle gesture, his eyes twinkling as he pats his lap.
I raise a brow, surprised, but move through the room toward him anyway, drawn to him every damn time like a moth to a flame.
Romeo’s eyes don’t leave mine as I perch on his brother’s lap.
