Page 58 of Broken Princess

He releases my hair and throws me down across the top of the workbench. I couldn’t move if I wanted to. His words have me desperate for everything he’s willing to give me. Nico takes my feet out of my jeans and kicks my legs further apart.

I feel the heat radiating off him as he stands behind me, and it’s a stark contrast to the lube he drizzles and smooths over my puckered hole. It cascades down over my balls, and I whimper as I hear it drip on the floor.

With his blade at my throat and his fingers breaching my entrance, he continues, “Be careful what you wish for, Bambi.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

AURORA

Ireally shouldn’t be watching this.

After talking with Sinclair, I’d come back to my room to get ready for bed. I needed a little time to think about what he’d said. The med-room somehow feels like it’s my haven and even though I’m feeling much better, I’ve been reluctant to take Enzo up on the offer to move me to a bedroom upstairs and out of the basement. I keep saying no because I feel safe down here. It’s my sanctuary. It’s not just because I don’t want to give up the coffee machine, although that’s a bonus.

While I was grabbing my next round of painkillers, I bumped into the countertop and the computer Sinclair set up for the interrogation jostled and came to life. What filled the screen has me transfixed. It doesn’t help that there’s sound too.

Hearing the words coming out of their mouths makes me want to run next door and watch the live show—join them—but that would be dangerous considering Nico’s entirely focussed on finger-fucking Benny at knifepoint.

Now is not the time to distract them.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I’ve literally just finished talking to Sinclair about seeing where that goes, yet I’m lusting after two of his best friends. Best friends who are in love with each other, for Christ’s sake.

Am I so fucking starved of attention I’d risk their relationship for my pleasure? I’m a selfish monster.

I set the coffee cup on the counter and fall back on the stool, still not switching off the monitor. They’re… mesmerising.

I’ve watched porn before, read about all kinds of kinks, but watching the power dynamic that these two men live, it’s eye opening. By rights, the threat of the blade at Benny’s neck should scare me, the angry red streaks across his skin should enrage me. But nothing about what they are sharing with each other is sinister. It’s nothing like what I have experienced at Max’s hand.

What they’re doing is enticing. It’s sexy. It’s so fucking hot.

The way Nico owns Benedict is not threatening. It’s loving and nurturing. You can see from the look of ecstasy on Benny’s face that Nico is giving him everything that he wants. He’s satisfied and safe in the arms of the man he loves.

The idea that pain can bring any kind of pleasure shouldn’t be making me feel these things. But I can’t look away, and I slip my hands beneath the waistband of my sweats, easing my fingers under the boxer briefs I borrowed. I run my fingers through the evidence of exactly how much I enjoy what they’re doing. I’m not just wet, I’m dripping.

As Nico fucks two fingers into Benny’s ass on the screen, I slide two of mine through my folds, teasing my entrance before thrusting them into my pussy in time with them. I can’t help but cry out at the intrusion. Even though it’s my hand, it feels like it’s at someone else’s command. I match my pumps to Nico’s and when he adds a third finger—so do I.

I circle my clit, making sure to catch the sensitive bundle of nerves in just the right way while savouring the burn of my fingers stretching me. It feels like it’s too much. I can hear my breath coming in heaving gulps, feel my pulse racing and my blood pumping while my orgasm threatens to erupt. My sounds mix with theirs and as I close my eyes, it’s almost like they’re here with me.

“You don’t have my permission to come. What are the magic words, my pretty little whore?”

My breath stutters, but my hand doesn’t stop. I open my eyes to watch as both Benny and I say together, “Please, sir. Please let me come.”

Nico smiles as Benny’s pleas wash over him and he keens into them like a cat being petted. His sense of satisfaction is tangible in that moment. He speeds up his merciless pounding and I see the slight twist of his wrist that wrings out screams of rapture from Benny. I change rhythm to match and curl my fingers, skimming against my G-spot and I join him, crying out in desperation. Trying so hard not to come.

From somewhere that feels like miles away in my rapturous haze, I hear a voice say, “Come for me.”

I shatter. And I don’t stop.

Ripples of pleasure oscillate along my spine. My cunt throbs around my fingers, and it feels wanton, and filthy, and euphoric. I’m lost in a trance of post-orgasmic bliss, but I slowly drift back to myself. I start to pull my hand back, tempted to taste myself. Slowly, I draw my hand to my lips when I hear a voice. “Uh-uh-uh. That’s not your orgasm to savour, phoenix.”

I gasp and open my eyes to find Nico in the doorway. His eyes laser focussed on me as he stalks across the room and gently encircles my wrist, cuffing it with his vast grip, and brings my fingers to his lips.

He hesitates and asks, “Yes or no, Aurora?”

I know what he’s asking, and right now, in this moment, it’s the easiest fucking answer.

“Yes.”

He sucks my fingers into his mouth, licking them clean and all I can do is moan out my response as his tongue draws out breathless pleas and desperate whimpers.

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