Page 43 of Holy Sinner

The cabin isn’t big, so it takes no time at all for Rafe to make it to the bedroom door. He gives it a kick and it swings open with a slam. Yes, I’m going to be wrecked after tonight.

“Fuck yes,” Grant’s voice is a whisper behind us as he falls in step, following Rafe and I into the bedroom.

Rafe grips my hips and rocks them into him. When I move with him and grind my aching pussy against him, his hand goes to my breast. He cups the underside and plucks at my nipple until it beads.

“Rafe,” I thread my fingers through his hair with a gasp. “Rafe, please.” I pull on his hair and arch into his touch. My body feels like the Fourth of July, every nerve in it is lit up and screaming for my men. Grant crowds close and shoves my shirt up over my head before he ends up at my back. He must have pulled his own shirt off too, because when I get pressed into his chest, the only thing I feel is his warm muscled bulk.

“Hold her,” Rafe orders and Grant hooks his hands beneath my thighs to keep me where I am. I whimper at losing Rafe’s mouth on mine but he’s not gone, not by a long shot. Rafe grabs the straps of the bralette I wore to yoga, yanking them down my arms. He twists the fabric and my arms are trapped at my sides.

“Oh god,” I whimper and Rafe chuckles against my collarbone. His head is bowed and his beautiful dark hair falls over his forehead. He’s so beautiful, so achingly perfect in the fading light that shines down on us from the glass ceiling overhead. My head falls back and I see twilight fading to night above us. Soon, stars will spill out like diamonds across the sky and light up the night. Grant kisses my neck and whispers my name.

“I love you, Kit.”

I shiver, toes curling in delight as I relax against Grant’s chest while he whispers against my cheek.

“You belong to us, sweetheart. You’re going to feel so good. I’m going to fuck your pretty pussy until you pass out. Isn’t that right?” My heart rate spikes and when Grant digs his fingers into my thighs and gives me a shake I feel like I’m going to pass out.

“Fucking answer me. I said, isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” I choke out, my head swimming. I feel like I just got pushed off the Empire State Building and I’m falling head first down to Earth. Nothing makes sense. The world spins and flies around me, every second faster than the last and yet still it’s not fast enough. I rock my hips forward and try to press myself into Rafe but he keeps me where I am with a jerk of the fist that’s still holding me hostage by my bra straps.

Rafe grabs the front of my bralette and jerks the front of it down. My breasts spill out from the material and I squirm but there’s nowhere for me to go, not when Rafe has my arms pinned to my sides and Grant’s hands under my thighs have me suspended between him and Rafe. My men’s big bodies are at my back and front. There’s nowhere to go, not even if I wanted to go anywhere else.

I know exactly who my men are. What kind of monsters they are. If I ran, they’d chase me down and bring me right back. I get wetter thinking about it. My pussy throbs at the thought of them chasing me down and forcing me back.

Rafe nips the swell of my breast and I whimper, but I bite my bottom lip to hold the sound in. If I’m not careful, my monsters will worry about hurting me when that’s what I want from them. I want them to take what they want from me. I need their punishing hands to leave the bloom of bruises on my skin. But they worry. I can never tell what might make them treat me like I’m made of glass.

Sometimes I love being touched softly, their fingers and lips reverently tracing my body until I feel like I’m on fire and I sob when I’m finally allowed to come with a mouth on my aching clit, while I’m split into two by a hard and thick cock.

They make love to me on those nights. I love those nights.

Tonight is not one of those nights.

I want them to be rough. I want them to take from me until I’m limp with exhaustion and my men are sated. I arch my back like a cat and hook my heel around Rafe to urge him forward but he takes his time and the only thing I get for my trouble is another nip to the swell of my breast.

“Please,” I moan, turning my head to look at Grant. He’s watching Rafe, but the longer I watch I see his gaze flit between Rafe’s face and the still stinging bite that's turned my skin pink from the second bite Rafe gives me. It feels like heaven. The promise of what’s coming dances in the little zips of heat that race out from skin Rafe has sunk his teeth in.

“What is it?” Grant asks and my eyes focus on him again.

“More,” I whisper.

Rafe bites down, this time on the underside of my breast and I gasp. My breasts ache and feel heavy. The more they touch me, the heavier they feel. I need his mouth. Not his teeth. I’d kill to have his mouth, his wicked fucking tongue, on me.

The only thing I’m given is his unforgiving teeth and the sting of his bite.

Rafe doesn’t kiss as he moves over my chest, he bites. The hand that isn’t holding my bralette straps tugs on my nipples until my breath comes on a sharp hiss. And still, I don’t want to go anywhere else. The only place I want to be is exactly where I am. Yet, I squirm and buck my hips, trying to push Rafe back.

He smiles while he catches my nipple in his mouth and laves the bud with this tongue, slowly circling it while he brings his other hand to the front of my thighs and trails his fingers from one hip to the other.

I could scream in frustration when I feel his fingers ghost over my skin but there’s no bringing him closer. My thighs are spread wide in Grant’s hands and it’s impossible to bring Rafe closer. My feet dangle uselessly on either side of Rafe as he repeats the same back and forth gesture, fingers moving from hip to hip while he sucks on my aching nipple. He turns his head and captures my other nipple in his mouth and I almost sob when he groans against the sensitive bud.

“Rafe, please.”

I rock forward and thank god he finally cups my pussy. I still, because I know this part. I know I have to be patient or he’ll draw things out and I don’t want that. I need his cock. Rafe’s fingers slip inside the waistband of my leggings and he slides a finger inside of me.

“Yes,” I say and lift my head to look at him. “Please give me more. I need you.”

Rafe stills all over except that single finger inside of me strokes before he slides his hand lower into my leggings until his palm covers my aching clit and he presses down. The pressure of his palm to my clit is the kind of friction I need. It’s so good that I forget how to breathe for a second but then I’m back and urging him on.

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