Page 112 of Líadan's Code

“You left me without a single word, and I should be able tell you how I feel about that.”

Jordan gives me more than a mouthful as he fucks my throat, tears running down my cheeks as I suck his cock.

“I’m not fucking useless, little girl,” he groans, my nose flush against his pelvis. “You let me in, you made me love you, and then you threw me away!”

Jordan is screaming at me as my tears turn into sobs, because he’s right. I did, I didn’t know he loved me, but I did walk away.

“Jordan, Jesus, what the fuck,” Brendan roars as he walks in.

Jordan’s chest is heaving as he pulls his cock out of my mouth and I shake my head.

“You’re right,” I gasp, blinking hard. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you, and I did it anyway.”

Picking me up, his lips slam on mine and my leg wraps around his hip while the other dangles, because of how tight my skirt fucking is. My knife only drops from my fingers now, showing Brendan that if Jordan was hurting me, I would have done something about it.

Jordan pulls my other leg free of my skirt, and then I’m wrapping myself around him.

“I can handle myself just fine,” he grunts, almost crashing our bodies into the wall. Fuck me. My back stings a bit, but not enough to lessen the heat of the moment. My moan is the only thing that is keeping Brendan from tearing Jordan off me as he rocks his cock over my tights-covered pussy. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

Brendan’s heavy footsteps sound through the vault before his hand reaches between the two of us. Jordan’s gasp of surprise clues me in that he purposefully dragged his fingers over Jordan’s cock before his knuckle drags over my overheated pussy.

“Do you want Jordan’s cock, milseán?” he asks, ripping the crotch out of my tights before he gets an answer.

“Yes,” I squeal as Brendan’s thick fingers push into my needy cunt, and Jordan pulls my sweater down to my waist.

“This bra feels sacrilegious,” he grunts, shoving the cups down, so he can suck and bite my breasts. The fact that we’re in my family’s crypt about to fuck means nothing to Jordan or Brendan as they push me closer to an orgasm.

My fingers claw at Jordan’s shoulders, careful to avoid his back. If he feels well enough to fuck me against the wall, I’m certainly not going to ask if he’s sure or not. As he said, that’s what got us into this situation to begin with.

Jordan can make his own decisions. If that includes making me see stars, then so be it.

“God, she’s strangling my fingers,” Brendan groans, curling his fingers inside of me.

“So goddamn perfect,” Jordan agrees, licking up my throat. My chest is heaving, a heavy flush crawling up my body. “No more running, beautiful. You’re well and truly caught, though I’m not done punishing you yet. Come for us.”

My eyes roll as I detonate, his chuckle telling me how much he enjoys it when I obey him. I can’t help how my body reacts to him, and he and Brendan work me over incredibly well.

“She’s all yours,” Brendan murmurs, pulling his fingers from me.

“No, I think the term you’re looking for is ‘ours,’” Jordan says, grabbing his hair to kiss his lips. “I need some help to punish her pretty, pink cunt. Want to help?”

Turning his head, Brendan’s eyes ask me what I want.

“Yes,” I gasp, answering his wordless question. “I want this. Fuck me.”

“Want us to stretch you wide with our cocks?” Brendan asks. “It’ll hurt, baby.”

“I deserve it,” I whimper, desperate for more.

Jordan’s shrewd gaze meets mine, eyes narrowing. “You deserve to tell my cock how much you miss me, baby. You do not deserve for me to hurt you,” he murmurs. “I will not let you allow me to abuse you because of my bruised ego.”

“He’ll come deep in your pussy with me instead, to claim you all over again,” Brendan chuckles.

“Fucking right I will,” Jordan says with a smirk.

Reaching down, Brendan rips my tights completely off me down to my boots, making me gasp. The cool air greets me as he moves to lean against the wall, releasing his cock.

“This skirt has kept my cock hard all day, “ he says.

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