Page 72 of Crowned

“I cared,” he snarls softly. “I needed you to be mine in the dark. Only mine.”

It’s twisted and messed up, but the way he’s talking and what he’s doing makes my heart beat faster and my core ripple around him. “Have you drugged me again? If you drug me while I’m pregnant I will actually kill you. You don’t fuck with this baby.”

“Why would I hurt my baby?” he murmurs, turning his head to run his tongue up my ankle, thrusting into me with a brutal rhythm.

His baby. It’s too strange, too shocking to comprehend.

“I don’t trust you. You do desperate things to get off. Your drugs could hurt it.”

“Detka, you just don’t get it,” Kirill says, grasping my jaw. “Open your mouth.”

He purrs the command like it’s our dirty secret, and I obey him, parting my lips. He spits in my mouth.

“My mouth. Swallow.”

His saliva is hot and lands on my lips. I lick it off and swallow it down.

Kirill pulls out and spits on my clit, saying, “My pussy,” before turning me over and spreading my ass open. “My ass.” He spits on my asshole and then slides his hand beneath me to palm my belly.

“My baby,” he pants in my ear.

I’m lying on my side and he pulls my thigh up. The blunt head of his cock is right at my entrance once more. With a thrust of his hips, he impales me with every inch of his cock.

I groan at the shock of him filling me and let him envelop me with his body while he slams his cock into me. I reach back and hold the nape of his neck, turning my head so that our mouths are close.

Kirill kisses me, and his kiss owns me as much as his cock does.

“And if the blood test shows you’re not the father?” I pant.

“Does this feel like I give a fuck what the blood test says?” With a hand holding my swollen stomach, he pumps into me. Deep, possessive thrusts. My inner muscles ripple against him as I moan in pleasure. I’ve been starving for this. For Kirill to not merely make me come, but to declare that this baby is his with his cock deep inside me and to fuck me like it is. I shouldn’t want that, but I do.

Kirill sinks his teeth carefully into my throat and growls. “I want to steal you away while the others aren’t looking. How fun that would be, fucking you in secret while Kostya and Elyah hunt us down.”

“If you put me and this baby in danger, I’ll cut your balls off with a rusty razor and you’ll never see me again,” I snarl over my shoulder.

Kirill groans and pulls back his hips, slamming into me. He does it over and over, his thrusts deep and luxurious. “Threaten me more. It makes me so fucking hot for you.”

“Harder, please,” I whimper.

He takes a fistful of my ass and squeezes, pulling me open, before driving himself deeper into my pussy, growling, “Whatever you need,detka.”

I edge my thighs wider and arch my back so he hits that sweet spot from a heavenly angle. I think I’m going to lose my mind I’m so desperate to come. With my cheek pressed into Kirill’s bicep, I realize someone’s watching us from the doorway.

Elyah, his hands in his pockets and leaning against the doorframe, but there’s absolutely nothing casual about the expression on his face or the rigid set of his muscles.

I lick my lips, concentrating on the delicious drag and thrust of Kirill’s cock as Elyah and I lock eyes. Being watched like this heightens the sensations. Heightens the danger. With Kirill panting in my ear and the short, sharp lifts of Elyah’s chest as he breathes, I feel like they’re both fucking me, and the thought drives me over the edge.

“Should I come on her ass or inside her?” Kirill asks, the pace of his thrusts growing faster and driving my orgasm higher and higher.

Elyah speaks in a voice that I’ve never heard from him, dark and velvety with need. “Come in her pussy. I want to fuck it into her.”

“When did you get so fucking dirty, Elyah?” Kirill groans, echoing my own thoughts as he reaches his peak and thrusts once, twice more, and goes still.

Kirill slowly sits up, buried deep inside me, and notices Elyah still standing there. “What are you waiting for? She’s in her sluttiest mood yet, aren’t you,detka?” He squeezes the fleshy part of my ass and then spanks it.

I open my mouth to tell him to get fucked for calling me slutty, and then groan as the handprint on my ass tingles in the most delicious way. Right now, it feels so good to be slutty, one thick cock buried deep inside me with my legs spread open and another man surveying me like he’s wondering where he’d like to get started.

Elyah prowls toward us and pulls his T-shirt off. “How many times did she come?”

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