Page 57 of They Will Burn

“You’re so fucking wet, Princess. I think you like it when we treat you like our good little whore. Don’t you, babe?” He flicks his fingers against the spot inside me that threatens to detonate my orgasm, and I sob against the short hair at the base of Kovu’s cock.

I’m so close to the edge I can barely think to breathe each time Kovu retreats. All I can think about is my need for release, but Kaos keeps me on the edge without allowing me to tumble over. It’s like he knows my body better than I do, and at this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if he does. If they all do.

Each time they’ve touched me it’s been better than I could ever imagine, but this is something else. This is all-consuming. And I’m desperate for more.

“I think she’s ready for your cock, brother,” Kovu tells him over my back. “She’s been such a good little lamb for her two big, bad wolves.”

He chuckles as his fingers pull out, and I lap at the underside of Kovu’s cock while taking deep breaths before he slips deep again. Just when I think he’s going to fuck me, though, three thick fingers are pushed inside me, and I scream out around Kovu, making me choke.

He retreats and pats my hair gently with a smug smile over my shoulder.

“Now I think she’s ready,” Kaos rumbles with a few hard strokes in and out of my aching heat that set my entire body on fire. Thank God, because much more of this and I’ll be coming whether either of us want it or not.

As soon as he pulls his fingers free, I feel devastatingly empty. A small moan escapes my throat, and Kovu chuckles as he pulls out, leaving me with neither of them touching me.

There’s a small moment of panic where I think they’re going to stop, but then Kovu tilts my chin up until I’m staring into his wild eyes.

“Gotta get out of your head, Little Lamb,” he tells me, his thumb slipping between my lips again, and I suck it eagerly, the contact allowing my body to relax again.

There’s something seriously fucking wrong with me to be craving them like this, to feel like I can barely breathe when they’re not touching me.

“You ready for my cock, Princess?” Kaos asks, and I glance over my shoulder, never allowing Kovu’s thumb to slip from my mouth.

I nod, and his eyes darken further.

I’ve barely had a chance to turn back around when his head nudges at my entrance, and when he thrusts all the way in with one brutal pump, I swear my vision blacks out.

I think maybe I really have lost my mind when I cry out for more while staring into the eyes of a psycho.

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

KAOS

There’s a moment when I slide into her hot cunt when I swear I could die right here and now and die the happiest motherfucker to ever walk the earth. Her sweet pussy is so fucking warm and tight I have to push through some resistance, but as soon as I’m balls deep inside her, I know this is where I want to spend the rest of my goddamn life. I’m not sure how I’ll go about torturing people while she’s on my cock, but we can work something out.

Anything if it means staying buried inside of her.

Kovu gives me a knowing look over her back, his thumb still pressed between her lips as she clenches around me. If you’d told me the first day she arrived that we’d have Camilla between us like this, I’d have laughed in your face. But for once, I’m happy to admit I was wrong.

“Goddamn, Princess. This cunt is every-fucking-thing.” Her pussy flutters around my cock at my words, and I can’t swallow the chuckle that climbs my throat.

Everything I know about Camilla De Marco has always been that she’s prim and proper. A classic mafia princess who always dressed impeccably and always said please and thank you. She may have been training to be queen behind closed doors, but in the public eye, she was just like every other princess. But right now, I see it was all a farce. A lie to the public. And maybe I should have seen it when she let me fuck her in the kitchen, covered in blood, with the knife she stabbed me with.

But this is the moment everything changes for me.

Because while I’ve had doubts about Camilla since the first time she fluttered those pretty long lashes at me, little by little, she’s squashed each one, and now that I’ve been inside her and now that I’m going to fill her with my cum, I know I’m never going to be able to let her go.

I just hope Camilla can handle being the object of each of our obsessions.

“You should see how pretty you are wrapped around my cock, Princess,” I rumble, my release already too close for my own liking. I’ve fucked for hours at a time before, but never have I buried myself in such a perfect pussy, so perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised.

“How do the piercings feel, Camilla?” Kovu pulls his thumb free and smears her saliva across her bottom lip, tearing a groan from all three of us.

“Good,” she moans. “So fucking good.”

I chuckle and speed up my thrusts, taking her hard and deep. I wish I could be gentle with her. I wish I could make our first time together special like one of those stupid books she reads on the kindle Bishop bought her, but fuck, all I want to do is destroy her so she knows no one else will fuck her as good as I can.

I grasp her hips in my hands and revel in how fucking small she looks in my grip before slamming into her so hard she screams. I’m not sure if it’s in pleasure or pain, but I do it again and again, addicted to the sound she makes when I slam against her cervix.

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