Page 71 of Kissed By Shadows

“And you’re going to come all over us like our good little girl, aren’t you, Lamb?” Rowan adds, his fingers digging into my hips as he matches his brother’s pace.

Fingers toy with my clit, and I can’t even answer Rowan because I shatter entirely, my orgasm taking over my entire body with its ferocity. My limbs lock, my eyes squeezing shut as the intense waves of pleasure obliterate me completely, leaving me a fucking wreck.

Twin deep groans sound above and below me as Roman and Rowan thrust deep, filling me with their cum just like they promised. It prolongs my pleasure, something innately satisfying knowing that I can make them come undone just as they can unravel me.

I can’t move, trapped between them both as they fill me up, and I fucking love it. I’m utterly at ease, my body accepting them inside me like they were always meant to be there.

“Fuck, you are so perfect, Princess,” Roman breathes out, pressing wet kisses to my forehead, his chest slick beneath my cheek. “I want to live inside your perfect pussy.”

“We may have to take on Hunt for the privilege.” Rowan chuckles, leaving me groaning when he pulls out and throws himself next to us on the bed. He’s covered in sweat too, evidence of his meal still on his chin, and I can’t help the flush that springs to my cheeks at the sight of it.

“Didn’t it taste bad?” I blurt, sucking my lips in as soon as I’ve asked the question. He gives me that panty-melting smirk, Roman hissing underneath me when I clench around him.

“Just a light copper taste, like licking a penny,” Rowan answers, licking his lips as if to prove that it wasn’t unpleasant. “And it’s less than you think, although I wouldn’t mind drowning in your blood.”

My blush deepens, my cheeks on fire at his words. I’m not sure whether to be appalled or turned on by his words, but Evangeline takes it as her due, clearly deciding for me as she flutters around Ro’s still semi-hard dick.

“We should probably get ready, see what the bossman has in store for us all today.” Roman sighs, his arms banding around me and pulling me closer to him contrary to his words. “As much as I’d like to stay in bed all day.”

“Plus, you should take some painkillers for the cramps, and I’ll make you a hot water bottle,” Rowan adds, stroking my cheek before curling up and off the bed, heading towards the shower. “Do you have everything you need? I saw you ordered some washable pads and pants.”

I blink, taken aback at his knowledge of periods, plus what a girl might need to get through one. I’m not surprised he knows what I ordered, I used their credit card, and anyway, it’s Rowan, who’s too observant for his own good. Or maybe mine. Jury’s out on that one.

“Yeah, I pre-washed them, so they’re all good to go in my room,” I tell him, trying to summon the energy to move.

“I’ll grab you one after I shower. Pad or pants?” he asks, and I have the urge to giggle at this surreal conversation I’m having with a London gangster.

“Pants please,” I reply, and he nods before heading into Hunt’s bathroom, the sound of the shower switching on filling the room.

“Ready to face the day, darling?” Roman asks me gently, and I crane my neck to look up at him. His semi-hard dick is stillinside me, and I can’t say that I hate it there, wanting it for just a bit longer.

“I guess I have to at some point, right?” My voice is a resigned sigh, and I suddenly feel chilled, like the claws of Sergi are getting closer, because I’m not going to be able to outrun them forever.

“We’ll keep you safe, baby. They can’t take you from us,” he says, his voice soft but full of protective fire.

“But even Hunt said you can’t go up against the Bratva, and you can’t stay with me the whole time. You had to go away for a couple of days before, what happens the next time you have to all leave?” I ask, all my worries pouring from me, even though I know he can’t give me any concrete answers to my questions. My body moves up and down with his sigh.

“We have the whole crew who would look after you if we can’t,” he assures me, one of his hands beginning to rub soothing circles on my back. “But for now, we’re not going anywhere, so try not to worry, petal.”

I take a deep inhale, feeling his arms around me, his body still nestled inside mine, and I try to push the worries from my mind. There’s no point in fretting over what might happen, because it might not. Especially as we have Nik as our inside man.

“I’ll try,” I say, and he smiles before offering me his lips, which I gladly press mine against in a quick kiss.

“Good girl, now let’s get ready and kick today’s arse.” I giggle, gasping as he rolls us, then pulls out. A rush of fluid leaves my poor abused Evangeline, and heat flushes my cheeks once more as my thighs instinctively close. “Normally, I’d tell you to leave them open, but if Rowan sees how fucking messy you are, he’ll go feral.”

Rowan exits the bathroom wrapped in just a towel that’s slung dangerously low on his hips, his hair damp and generally looking like a wet dream.

Coming over to me, he leans down and kisses my lips gently, tenderly, but still leaving me breathless when he pulls back.

“Go get cleaned up, I’ll bring you clothes and your period pants,” he instructs, and my heart warms at the way he’s taking care of me so thoroughly. I must say, I’m enjoying this side of him and the fact that he’s allowing it to show.

“Thank you, Roo,” I reply, and he gives me that half smile before straightening up and heading out the door.

“Come on, baby. If you’re lucky, I’ll give you one more orgasm before he gets back,” Roman promises, holding out his hand for me to take. I let him pull me up and lead me into the bathroom, feeling the evidence of what just happened dripping between my thighs. My core throbs, but I know that I won’t deny him if he’s offering me another orgasm, because who would?

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

“WHAT WAS I MADE FOR?” BY BILLIE EILISH

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