Page 33 of Fatal Attraction

“Just relax,” he whispered, spitting in his hand and rubbing it along my tight rosette. “It’ll hurt at first, but once we get going, I promise you’ll be begging for more.”

“Ph-Phoenix,” I rasped, my voice hoarse.

He met my watery gaze, kissing me deeply before he reached up and swiped the tears clinging to my lashes away. “It’s okay, Princess. Do you trust me?”

I did trust him. I trusted them both.

But that didnotmean I was ready to have my asshole ripped open. I may have been drinking but I wasn’t that damn drunk.

“We’ll go slow,” Spike promised, lathering more spit against my asshole.

I shut my eyes, my heart in my throat, and blew out a breath. Spike’s hand met one of my bound ones and squeezed it almost too softly for comfort.

Phoenix moved first, his thrusts making me gasp softly. I focused on the pleasure, relished the fire molting through my body as his fingers dug into my sides and ground my hips along his shaft.

But then pressure met my backside, and I tightened on instinct.

Oh God.

Fuck.

NO!

I cried out as the tight ring of muscles stretched…and stretched, the pain so unbearable all I could do was scream, straining not to sink my teeth into Phoenix’s skin like some wild animal.

“Almost there,” Spike rasped as he tunneled deeper.

My chest heaved, tears falling from my eyes. Phoenix kissed each one away, and I tried to nod as he reminded me to breathe and relax, promising the worst was almost over.

Spike bellowed out a groan when he was fully seated.

It was uncomfortable.

Painful.

But God I never felt so fucking full in my life.

“Come on, Phoenix. Let’s show our Princess what she’s been missing.”

He pushed first, then Phoenix. In and out they went, finding a rhythm that had me gasping sharp breaths of both pain and pleasure.

“Fuck, Charlotte,” Spike moaned, and my body shuddered in response, loving how my name sounded on his lips. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

The sensations intensified the faster they fucked me, and soon I was moaning and grinding my hips, desperate for more.

“I told you you’d love it,” Spike growled as he went faster, harder, hitting a spot deep in my ass that made my eyes roll back.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” Phoenix muttered, cursing loudly as he thrust into my pussy harder, his fingers digging against my hips deep enough to leave marks behind. “Oh, fuck… FUCK!”

The sexiest roar filled the room, and I followed with a shriek, leaving behind a huge puddle all over Phoenix, myself, and the bed. Spike eased his strokes until his cock twitched inside my ass. He slowly slipped out of me, returning moments later to free me from my restraints.

“Peter?” My voice shook with disbelief as I gaped between Spike and Phoenix. “You thought Peter was behind this shit?”

Carter came back with the pizza not long after I’d taken a shower, and currently, we were all sitting in a perfect circle on the floor around my center table, eating. My poor ass ached and was unbearably sore thanks to Spike’s onslaught, but I couldn’t deny that even though it was awfully excruciating in the beginning, it was one of the most mind-blowing experiences I ever had.

“He fit the part,” Phoenix said simply. “You’ve known each other since college. He hated Karl and is familiar with all of your cameras.”

“Speaking of cameras,” Spike said after swallowing his pizza, his eyes rooted to the one on the ceiling just above my front door. “I didn’t know you had cameras inside the house too.”

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