I need this.
Max hooks his finger under the strap of my beaded dress, doing the same with the other side. I gasp when I feel his hardness against my arse, and I’m suddenly so, so hot.
My dress falls to the floor, and Otto takes a step back as he admires me.
“Look at you,” he purrs, unbuckling his pants. “My perfect, little slut. And what’s this?” he asks, eyeing the holster strapped to my thigh containing a knife.
“Are you seriously asking why a woman is choosing to arm herself while working for a deadly crime syndicate?”
“Very true,” Otto murmurs. “Silly me,” he adds, unstrapping it and letting it fall to the floor. “Now, what would you like me to do next?”
I whimper. I can’t think straight, and I don’t care how it happens. I need one thing, and I’m not in the mood to be teased or make any decisions.
“Please,” I say, my voice hoarse. I hope I’m conveying how I don’t have the brain power to decide anything right now.
“Get on the bed,” Max murmurs, pushing me forward slightly.
I do as he says, kicking my heels off and climbing onto Otto’s four poster bed so that I’m on my hands and knees.
“That’s it,” Max says, walking over and running a large, warm hand over my arse. “You’ll make such a pretty, little spit roast.”
“What?”
Otto gets onto the bed and climbs over to me on his knees, and I suddenly understand what he meant by aspit roast.He pulls his cock out and begins to stroke it.
“You’ve been teasing me all night,” Otto says, blue-grey eyes boring into mine as he looks down at me. A piece of hair falls over his forehead, and in that moment, I understand why good genes make a difference. I know Max and Otto come from a long line of pure-bred royals, and the way his lips are pulled into a lopsided smile makes my stomach flip upside down.God. How can someone be that beautiful?“Open your mouth, darling.”
I do as he says, and just as he presses his cock between my teeth, I feel Max tug me backward slightly and he teases the thick head of his shaft against my core. I can hear how wet I am already, and my cheeks heat as Max growls, running his hands over my arse in smooth, slow motions.
“Mmm,” he says. “Needy, are we?”
“Fuck,” Otto hisses as he slides into my mouth all the way until he’s settled in the back of my throat. I don’t mean to gag, but he’s very well-endowed. “You want to be filled by the Thorn brothers tonight, little minx?”
I moan as Max’s hips jerk forward, impaling me on his cock. My eyes roll back as his hands settle around my waist.
“Such a good fucking harlot,” Max says. “Someone dies and all you want is our cocks.”
Surprise and grief jolt through me. I start to pull off Otto’s cock but his hand moves to the back of my head and he holds me in place.
“I don’t think so,” he mutters, thrusting deeply into my mouth until my body is heaving and gagging violently. “You need this just as much as we do.”
Panic starts to swirl inside of me. I can’t breathe, and Max continues to fuck me harder, pressing Otto’s cock further into the back of my throat. It’s hot and scary as fuck all at once, and my skin burns with panic.
I can’t breathe—I can’t?—
Otto pulls out and chuckles as I sputter and cough. “What the fuck,” I hiss, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I watch as Otto studies my face and smirks, and I realize that I’m smiling.
Smiling.
Some sick and sadistic part of melikedwhat he did.
Max grabs my hair and tugs me back so that my back arches unnaturally. “I’m sorry, but did you expect this to be sweet lovemaking? Did you want us to cuddle and comfort you?”
“Fuck you,” I groan as he pounds into me relentlessly.
“You already are,” Max muses, his voice low and deep.
“Open your mouth, Astern,” Otto commands.
