Page 82 of Fixation of the Mind

“I knew it! I fucking knew it! You bit—”

“Bye, Cin!” I quickly hung up and put my phone in my bag.

Catching those hazel orbs on me, watching my every move, I smiled. They were all still so stunningly gorgeous, the fairy tail princes in my story, just a little more bloody, obsessive, and possessive. Stepping closer, I pointed to his paperwork. “Are you still working on the financials?”

Once we officially took over the books for the Ambros and Rose territories, we’d learned that Neil had been siphoning cash like a mad man, spending ungodly amounts on things no one should’ve. Did we need a golden statue of his dick? No, thank you. Did he need to have high-end professional-grade kitchen supplies in every house when he always ordered in? Nope. Was it necessary to own half of the items on show from Fashion Week yet never wear them once? Fuck no.

It was so bad that the boys dropped out of college to help me run everything as head of the family. I had no idea what I was doing, so I was extremely thankful for the help. They even demanded that I finish college before I took on anything full time.

I asked them over and over if they would regret dropping out of college, but they only laughed and gave me kisses to distract me. No matter what they said, it was hard to believe that they could really be fulfilled in life just by trying to be good husbands. Well, Ravi said trophy husbands, but when I tried to correct him, he simply shushed me and said he preferred it that way.

“Yes. Who knew my uncle was not only a sadistic bastard but also horrible with money? At least we’ve already taken care of all the assets. Now, it’s just cleaning up some of the political messes he made.”

I didn't know that taking on both territories meant not only managing properties and businesses as hidden investors, but also the political climates of the territories. It was a lot for four twenty-two-year-olds to handle. In the meantime, Maria and Zandi Montagu had been helping us since their heirs were getting ready to take their seats on the council.

Tired of school and work, I grabbed the papers from his hand, put them on the coffee table, and sat on his lap. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed along his jawline. “You know what all work and no play does?” His manly sigh of surrender had me smiling.

“Makes for a hungry husband.” His hands ran up the sides of my thighs to grab my ass cheeks as I was wearing a small black circle skirt. “Mmmm, love when you wear skirts. More efficient this way.”

I loved the feel of his hands on me. The possessive, urgent need that was always at the ready with any of my husbands was like a drug. Want. Crave. Mine. Those were the words that filled my head as he gripped my body, telling me everything he needed to with just his touch.

His head fell back, his fingertips digging into my ass, and my breath hitched, enjoying his bruising grip. My hands slid down, unbuttoning his shirt, then I bent forward to make a trail of hungry, hot kisses down his chest. His groan was music to my ears, only making me more wet.

Once all the buttons were taken care of, I ran my hands up his muscular body, my fingers tracing each groove. His hardening length beneath me told me all the right places to touch. His fingers looped around the thong strings on my hips, yanking them apart until he threw a piece of fabric over his shoulder.

Watching it sail through the air, I groaned. That was like the seventh one in two weeks.

“Don’t whine unless you want me to bite that pouting lip of yours.”

Looking down at him, his eyes were shining with a smug satisfaction.

“You know you guys are just burning money each time you rip a pair?”

I was hoping he would still be on the logical train mindset, but I was wrong. His smooth voice rasped, “It's worth the ROI.” Throwing my head back, I laughed. Of course he would connect it back to finances.

He took advantage of my elated state, yanking off my shirt and flicking off my bra with ease before cupping both breasts, kneading them. My body reacted by rocking against him, making him so hard I thought he was going to make a hole in his pants.

“Fuck. Your wetness is soaking through my pants.” He lifted his hips and buried his face in my chest, kissing and licking his way to my nipple. One hand unzipped his pants, letting his cock spring out. When it hit my stomach, my pussy quivered, wanting to stuff that cock inside of me.

I watched him stroke himself until a small amount of pre-cum leaked out. My tongue traced my lips as I imagined licking that velvety head clean. I was so entranced with my daydream of sucking his cock that I didn't hear the door open. I didn't know anything was different until I felt a hard smack on my ass.

I cried out and glanced over my shoulder. Roux waited, stripped down, his cock bobbing in front of him as he ran a soothing hand over my ass. “You can’t be in this position in front of me, minx. It makes me a little crazy.”

His eyes focused on my ass, then he took both cheeks in his hands and pulled me apart while licking his lips. He dove in before I could say a word, his tongue assaulting the rim of my puckered hole with such intensity, my eyes rolled back into my head.

“Don’t forget about me, paramour,” Rion whispered, taking the head of his cock and rubbing it back and forth against my clit. My body shook all over as a whimper escaped my lips, pleasure surging from both spots. Heat curled below my belly, building with each stroke and lick.

“Here,” came from down below, but I didn't know what Rion meant until his hands grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them. A familiar click and the sound of something squirting coming from behind me.

Roux’s tongue left, replaced by two fingers. They pounded into me, scissoring to make me wider. My excitement went up a notch when I realized that I couldn’t see what Roux was doing or anticipate his moves.

Rion’s lips wrapped around a nipple, then he flicked it with his tongue, making me drip with need. His cock collected my wetness, using it to massage my clit in time with his tongue. My long, throaty moan was the only response to how good he was making my body feel.

Just when I was about to come, Roux took his fingers out and shoved his cock in, bottoming out in my ass in one thrust. With Rion still working my clit and tits to balance out Roux’s entrance, I screamed at the overwhelming, overlapping sensations. The pull of pleasure kept me anchored before the push of pain took me to new heights, making everything double as it rolled though my body.

Roux was fully seated in my ass, and I was bent over Rion, who had sunk further into the couch to clasp his lips around my heaving breasts. We all took a beat, everyone breathing heavily with the strain of holding ourselves back.

“Isn't this the best way to wake up from a nap.” My head lifted to see Ravi on the stairs, rubbing the front of his pants, already half hard.

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