Page 1 of Saviors

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Connor

The girl in front of me was absolutely fucking gorgeous. Or maybe I was captivated by her because she was naked. On all fours. Ready for us.

She was a little younger than me, mid-twenties. The dim light caught her silky black hair as it swished over her neck. The dark shade made her pale skin seem translucent. And fucking stunning. My fingers twitched to see if it was as smooth as it looked. To run them down her soft hips.

I wasn’t in the business of denying myself, especially not with a willing participant. So I did just that. She shivered as I traced her curves, skimming the swell of her breasts, over the dip in her waist until I was gripping her round hips. My cock throbbed as our bodies lined up.

She tilted her head, briefly looking back at me over her shoulder with bright green eyes. Her cheeks were rosy with lust. Her lashes cast shadows along them. She was flawless.

She looked like every fantasy I’d had of Snow White. Her short hair completed the image. All she was missing was the red bow. And clothes.

I could hear her scattered breathing over the sensual music. It was quieter in here than the main part of the club. These rooms were used for more private moments. Not that an orgy with three guys and one girl was exactly private.

“You want them to fuck you?” The older guy sitting in a plush armchair asked as he watched us. “Use you like the dirty fucking whore you are?”

He’d been directing since we walked into the room. Ordering her to take her clothes off and get in position. I usually took a backseat in group moments, but something about him had set me on edge from the moment he’d spoken.

They’d come to the club together, so maybe this was their dynamic. I wasn’t sure. My brother and I were just guest stars in whatever scene they were playing. We liked it that way. We weren’t ones for attachments or complications.

Owning a sex club made it easy to feed our particular desires. And if the release we found in this room didn’t work to soothe the restlessness in our veins, there was always the underground fighting ring operating below us or the illegal gambling club a few floors up. Either way, we’d find some entertainment tonight.

But I couldn’t deny she was what I wanted. It had become a craving the second they’d invited us back here. I needed to feel her sweet little cunt wrapped around me. Needed to know what she would sound like when I filled her with my cock.

“Yes.” Her ascent was nothing more than a breathy whisper, but it was all the consent we needed.

Consent was important here at Eros. As was anonymity. We didn’t know their names, and they didn’t know ours. They weren’t necessary for us to enjoy ourselves.

But there were precautions in place. Nobody entered the club without being a member or having an invitation from one. That ensured newcomers had someone to guide them. Take them through the rules.

She glanced up at Maverick, my brother, who was kneeling in front of her. He smirked, running a hand down his shirtless chest, trying to draw her attention. He’d had a fight earlier and hadn’t bothered with anything other than gym shorts when I texted him about this little private party.

I flexed my fingers on her hips, reminding her that he wasn’t the only one here. Her thighs trembled. Her obvious anticipation sent a thrill through me.

“She likes it rough.” There was a vicious edge to the man’s tone that had my teeth clicking together. But I was too interested in her to back out. The lust swirling through my mind was making the decisions now.

“Me too, belladonna.” Maverick whispered as he wrapped her hair into his fist, yanking her until her upper body bowed towards him.

My cock hardened as her ass rubbed against it. The position also gave me a better view of her front. Her tits were perky and round. The perfect little handful with tight pink nipples. Her stomach was smooth, almost too thin for my usual taste. But she had that sweet curve to her hips that I fucking loved. I couldn’t take my hands away from it.

Heat shot through me as I looked between her spread legs. Her pussy was swollen and wet, just waiting for us to devour. Maverick leaned forward to run his tongue along her parted lips. No way was he going to get the first taste.

Reluctantly, I released her to pull the t-shirt off with one hand. Popping the button on my jeans, I slipped them down enough to free my cock. The head brushed her cunt. She was warm and soft. The feel of her shot through me like a hit from a drug. Drowning out my other senses.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest little thing?” I said as I sat poised at her entrance. “Like a flower.”

“A rotting flower.” The older guy chuckled. My jaw clenched as his words popped our perfect bubble. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, loathing the bastard I didn’t even know. “One that’s been sitting dead in a vase for too long.”

My gaze connected with Maverick’s. We’d been brothers for a while now and I knew the spark in his gray eyes wasn’t a good thing. He was a fan of degradation, but this asshole’s words didn’t settle right with him either. I ignored it as I focused on the little bloom before me.

“You’re beautiful.” I whispered as I skimmed my hands towards her front. My touch was feather light. Heat pooled in my gut as I watched the goosebumps break out on her skin. I loved seeing the effect we had on her.

Maverick released her hair, gripping her throat instead. He caught the soft whimper she made as he shoved her head onto my shoulder. Bringing us all closer together.

She gasped as I bumped her tight little pussy. Her head lulled to the side. He nipped at her ear. “There you go. Let him make you feel good.”

I stroked a single finger through her cunt, and she soaked it instantly. “So wet for us.”

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