Page 96 of Wanted
“Keep it in, baby. He wants you to be marked by us while we’re out,” Alex told me. I loved that he was breathless for me. A couple of moments later, Fylox reentered the room with his cock tucked away safely, away from my reach. While Alex took his time to enter me fully, Fylox grabbed one of my thongs. Then he joined me on the bed.
“Don’t silence her. I want to hear her if she’s in pain,” Alex said.
Fylox chuckled. His eyes glued on mine. “You like the pain, don’t you?”
Eagerly, I nodded. I lifted my hips to get Alex deeper inside of me. He was bigger than Fylox, and I understood his hesitation.
His former partners must have alerted him. But I was Kamila Ruby Wraith, and my pussy had been trained. Alex’s cock was the biggest I’d ever taken, but I took it with grace. My pussy could accomplish great things, after all...
When Alex’s fingers reached for my clit, Fylox warned him, “She’s not coming today.”
“I want her to.”
“She isn’t coming.”
Alex sighed in frustration while I clenched around him in an attempt to get the orgasm I wasn’t supposed to have. My men worked against me, though.
As promised, once Alex seated himself inside of me, it only took him a couple of strokes. He filled me up with his come, and he said, “I’m sorry, baby. I don’t like edging you.”
Fylox put the thong on my bare chest. “You get thirty minutes. We’ll be downstairs, trying to explain to Jordan why there were muffled cries from Kamila’s room.”
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“I like it when you’re all protective and not trying to kill me,” I told Fylox, giving him a smile that I meant from the bottom of my heart. He’d suffered in my country. Now he was back. I felt like shit. I’d do whatever he asked of me just to rectify my country’s wrongs.
“I’ve always been protective of you,” Fylox claimed. While I fixed my clothes and my hair, they waited for me. Jordan didn’t want to hear their lousy excuses about our shameless sex earlier. He shooed them away to work on a new training program for his men.
Fylox had made it a game. No orgasms for the princess. It was pure frustration, and I rejoiced in being touched again.
“Please, tell your best friend that half the time I’ve known him, he’s looked at me like he wanted to kill me,” I told Alex. I couldn’t wait to have his lips on my pussy again. One second on Katantia and I was back to being a horny mess; not that I had ever stopped… “And after what you told me about you and Katantia, I feel like that’s his endgame.”
“If I wanted to kill you, I’d have done so before Alex fell in love with you.”
I grew quiet, unable to respond.
“Killing wives simply doesn’t do it for me,” Fylox added, knowing that he had hit a nerve. His eyes searched for mine, but I didn’t reciprocate his gaze.
“I feel sorry for Mrs. Howard,” I blurted out. “She must be worried with all of us being here now. I’m sorry that you can’t be with your family.”
“This is an important moment. I want to be here.” Alex sounded final, and that was a rarity from him. My heart ached for how things had gone down at our wedding. “Let’s leave the house before Jordan declares house arrest on us.”
I nodded, finishing up my hair and flicking it off my shoulders.
“Fuck.”
“Alex!”
“Sorry, baby. You’re just too gorgeous.”
I couldn’t get enough of these two. My heart was whole. Coming back home with Alex and Fylox, I realized that I hadn’t felt this exhilarated in a while. Having both of them in my life made me happy, and that was a new sentiment.
With my youngest brother currently resorting in our mother’s vacation home, I had decided to invite my other brother and his wife. Weston and Mandy had shit to sort out on their own. She wasn’t in the mood for parties, even if she tried to act all tough.
Aris leaned against the back window of his black Ford Mustang GT. The two-seater was definitely not a car for babies. I made a mental note to gift them a safer family car for the birth of their baby girl. The passenger seat’s window was rolled down, showing Valentina inspecting her long and sharp fingernails.
I lead the way outside with Alex and Fylox following me. Jordan sat on the front porch, observing us and his men stationed in front of my house like a brick wall.
The look in my brother’s eyes was astonishing. He actually saw me for once. He pulled me in for a hug, and I cherished it. Aris wasn’t distant. He showed his emotions, unlike Weston. However, Aris liked to pretend. You never knew what Aris was up to. Out of the three of us, he was the rowdiest and the biggest player. But seeing him with his wife now, more in tune than ever, I realized that he had a heart somewhere in his chest, and it beat for his family.
