Page 61 of Broken Princess

“I think you’re enjoying your punishment far too much. Poor Benedict has had to wait so long to come.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” I force out and then whine as Benedict’s head disappears from between my legs.

“I could come from the taste of her alone.” Benedict walks around Nico and pulls my head up and off his lap. Tugging down his zipper, he pulls out his cock, and I salivate at the prospect of running my tongue along the veins and ridges of his length. “Look how hard you’ve made me, how my cock weeps at the taste of you.”

His pre-cum beading and falling to the floor makes me lick my lips, eager to taste him, but he pulls back. “Ah-ah-ah, temptress. You don’t get to play with my dick until sir gives you permission.”

“Please, sir.”

Nico pulls me up and turns me, sitting me back on his lap facing outwards, legs held wide outside his. It’s now that I realise I’m still wearing my shirt and I pull at the neck, feeling wildly overheated. Nico frees me from it, throwing it to the side, and I sink back into his torso, completely content to be at his mercy.

One hand moves to my pussy and the other grabs my hair, but instead of pulling me back into him, Nico pushes me down. Forcing me to fold at my hips, his elbow at my back flattens my spine and his grip elongates my neck, leaving my mouth wide open and waiting for Benny. Presenting my throat to him.

“Don’t squander my gift, Bambi. Fuck our filthy little fucktoy’s face and paint her with your cum.”

His words are so degrading, but they ignite a desire within me that makes me want to be a vessel for their pleasure any way I can. Benny’s glistening crown pushes past my lips and slides over my tongue at the same time as two of Nico’s thick fingers push past my sopping entrance and impale me.

My incoherent groans vibrate along the steely shaft, stroking the back of my throat. I swallow and hollow my cheeks, enveloping his crown and holding him tight in my mouth.

“Holy fuck, I won’t last, Jesus Christ, Aurora. Don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop,” Benny snarls, losing all control, pistoning erratically and fucking my throat with abandon. He is at my mercy and the feeling is intoxicating. Every swirl and flick of my tongue over his crown draws out wild and incoherent cries.

“I didn’t say you could come yet, Bambi,” Nico warns.

“Please, may I come, sir?”

“When she comes, you can come.” As the words leave Nico’s lips, he stills his hand inside me, and I protest the loss of stimulation with a muffled whine. Benny halts his thrusts, attempting to stave off his orgasm. “Keep his cock warm, Aurora.”

Nico releases my hair and strokes gently down my spine and reaches around to toy with my clit, and then pauses. I try my best not to protest, but my mewl betrays my desperation.

“You’re both doing so well. Such obedient little cock-whores.” I can’t figure out which I like more, Nico’s praise or degradation. Both settle over me like a blanket and warm me from the inside out.

The minute my body relaxes, Nico restarts his assault on my cunt, fucking the fingers of one hand into me in long languid strokes, while the others tease my clit in little circles that rip my orgasm from me in seconds. Benny reaches with both hands, twining thick tendrils of my hair between his fingers, taking control and fucking my face. He bottoms out in my throat and I swallow around him.

He is undone, and I am destroyed.

Pulling out, he grips his shaft hard to buy himself the second he needs to command me. “Fucking hell. Open your mouth and hold out your tongue.”

I obey and he runs the head of his cock over my lips before pumping his straining cock and erupting on my tongue. He comes in thick ropes that try to escape from my swollen lips.

“Do not swallow,” he commands before falling to his knees before us.

I am lost in a head space I did not know existed, but from somewhere Nico’s rough growl and firm grip of my jaw keep me grounded in reality as he demands, “Give me what’s mine.”

His meaning is lost to me until he turns my face to his, and lips find mine. His tongue teases my mouth open and he takes his prize. Our tongues dance together as he claims Benny’s cum, leaving me a boneless mess of limbs held together only by Nico’s powerful arms.

He lets me up for air long enough to catch Benny’s gaze. “Such a good fucking boy.”

He then taps my thigh and Benny shuffles forward, stopping at our feet and laying his head down to rest on my thigh.

“Thank you, sir,” I say as an abundance of emotion courses through me, but before I can begin to process it, I am consumed by exhaustion and sleep takes me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

ENZO

After I left the gym earlier, I had to get out of the house to clear my head. We need a plan. We need to go after Salvatore and Max, but we can’t do it yet. If Benny’s dad is working with them, then no loyal Bianchi is above suspicion. Fuck, there may not be many loyal Bianchis left if that’s the case.

And the last fucking thing I need right now is Isa’s murderer resurfacing, but if you consider the details in the autopsy and the markings, it has to be a copycat or the same guy. It’s unlikely anyone would copycat a fourteen-year-old cold case, so we need to double our efforts there. Not only to honour Mateo’s wishes, but also for Aurora. Fuck… for my brother. For me.

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