Page 24 of All We Want

“Turn ‘round, a stór.” His voice is still husky but that edge of dominance has returned that makes me obey him without a second thought. Turning around, I’m struck by the view in front of me. The city lights twinkle and stretch as far as the eye can see. And the flash of my reflection reminds me that I am very naked.

“Put ya hands on the glass, and don’t move ‘em until I tell ya.” I lift my hands and place them against the cool glass, my fingers spread apart. His hands grip my hips, and he uses them to pull me back and move me where he wants me. “Ya remember what I said I wanted to do when I first saw ya sassy attitude right, Scarlette? I said I would devour ya, and then punish ya for it.”

The sound and feeling of his hand hitting my left ass cheek reaches me before the pain. I gasp at the sharp sting, the sound echoing through the room. My hands press harder against the glass.

"Count 'em for me, Scarlette," he commands, his voice low and demanding.

"One," I breathe out, the word almost a moan.

His hand caresses the reddened skin, soothing the ache before the next hit lands. He strikes my right cheek this time, and the sensation shoots through me, merging with the lingering pleasure from earlier.

"Two," I continue, my voice a whisper as I brace myself for the next strike.

He caresses my burning skin before I feel his breath so close to my ear. “How does it feel, Scarlette? Being on display for the whole city ta see? All them people watchin’ as I paint this pretty skin red and wishin’ they could have ya. But ya ours, Scarlette, ya belong to us, and no one else is to ever touch ya again.”

His words, possessive and commanding, resonate through me, heightening the intensity of the moment even before his hand lands against my left cheek again.

"Three," I manage to say, the burn and heat intensifying with each count. His words echo in my ears, a declaration that sends shivers down my spine.

Declan's hand moves with precision, alternating between my ass cheeks, leaving a delicious ache in their wake. The air is thick with desire, and my body throbs in time with my rapid heart beat.

"Four," I moan as he lands another strike. The warmth spreads through me, a heady cocktail of sensations that blur the line between pain and pleasure. The dominance in his touch, the knowledge that I'm on display, heightens the eroticism of the moment.

His fingers trail along the curves of my ass, soothing the heat he's created. The room is filled with a raw, primal energy.

"Such a good girl," he purrs, his voice intensifying the ache. His hand cups my sex, feeling the wetness he's elicited, and I whimper at his touch. "Ya love this, don't ya? Bein’ marked, owned."

“Yes,” I manage to gasp out, my breath fogging the glass in front of me as I try to press my overheated skin to it. My forehead and breasts are slick with sweat and slide deliciously against the smooth surface. I welcome the coolness against my skin.

"Open ya legs," he instructs, his voice commanding. I comply, spreading my legs slightly, offering myself to him. Declan's hand leaves my skin, and for a moment, there's a pause. I can hear his heavy breaths, matching my own. The cool air brushes over my heated ass, and then his fingers trail along the reddened flesh, creating a delicious contrast.

His other hand moves between my thighs, and I can feel his hard length pressing against me. The teasing contact makes my clit throb, and I'm acutely aware of how vulnerable and exposed I am against the glass.

The anticipation builds as he positions himself, the head of his cock gliding along my wet pussy.

"Ya want this, Scarlette?" he murmurs, his voice a seductive growl. "Tell me ya want it."

"Please, yes," I moan, the word barely escaping my lips before he thrusts into me. The fullness and the sudden stretch make me gasp, my body adjusting to his size. He holds still for a moment, letting me accommodate him, and then begins a hard, deliberate rhythm.

His hands grip my hips, guiding the pace. Each thrust is a testament to his control over my body, the pleasure building with each movement. I'm pressed against the glass, my skin rubbing against the smooth surface with each thrust, the city lights a distant blur as my focus narrows to the sensations he's evoking.

I moan as he claims me. The sounds we are making and the harsh slap of our skin together are better than any Christmas carol I have ever heard.

"Ya ours. Mine," he growls, his breath hot against my ear. The possessiveness in his voice ignites a primal response, and I arch my back, welcoming him deeper. As the pleasure builds, Declan's thrusts become more urgent, each one pushing me closer to the edge.

“Cum with me, a stór.” His thrusts are hard and powerful as our climaxes slam into us, my moans mingling with his guttural groans. He holds me against the glass, our bodies pressed together as we ride out the waves of ecstasy.

As we catch our breath, I realize that the door I opened at their Christmas party led me not only into a world of desire, but also into a profound connection with these men. A connection I hadn't known I craved.

Chapter 20

Aiden

The walls inside the penthouse are thin enough that I’m woken at the first cry that leaves my rós beag, my little rose. And I’m instantly hard at the sound.

It takes only a moment to comprehend, and to realize that Dec has his hands on her. I could hear her moans counting out what I assume are strikes landing against her gorgeous skin. Both Dec and Ro have a thing for inflicting pain. Both of them even liking the use of weapons and toys, but Dec was the one that was controlling enough to make her count each strike.

I should have expected she wouldn’t make it through the night without one of us seeking her out, I probably would have sought her out myself at some point. Now I was just grateful for the soundtrack as I spit into my hand and wrap it around my own throbbing cock.

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