Page 18 of Claimed By Rage

The scent of his arousal sends mine into a spiral, pooling between my thighs as something hot, liquid,aching.I burn from the inside out, the flush on my cheeks spreading down my neck.

Rage’s lips curve into a satisfied smirk, but he doesn’t say anything else, basking in his triumph.

He’s turned me on, and he knows my body’s tells.

My thighs shake, and I shut my eyes to block out the arousal pulsing through my veins. The ringing in my ears intensifies until it’sscreaming.

Someone grips my chin and tilts my face up.Rage.It has to be him. His voice rumbles in my ears from all around, enveloping me. “Look at the man who owns you, Beauty.”

My eyes snap open with a gasp, and Rage plunges his cock inside my mouth. “That’s it,” he grunts, pushing the back of my head to lodge himself deeper, “let me in, and you’ll earn a reward.”

I glare at him as he fucks my mouth with short, hard thrusts and dig my nails into his thighs. He groans like the pain turns him on, not breaking his rhythm in the slightest. It strikes me then that he isn’t wearing a mask—and neither is Rebel. They aren’t concerned for their anonymity or their reputations, so why would they ever care about mine?

The truth hurts, but so does the way Rage pushes against the back of my throat, insisting that there’s more room for him in there. I shake my head as best I can, but Rage is havingnoneof that. He stalls at the back of my throat long enough to make me choke.

Tears sting my eyes as I realizeI can’t breathe.

Tipping my head back, Rage readjusts the angle so that his cock presses even harder against the threshold, seeking entrance where none have gone before. His jaw ticks, like he has a right to be angry about any of this.

A shadow shifts by my side, making me flinch. Rebel’s face comes into focus a second later, his touch gentle as he brushes his hand over my hair. “Let him in, beautiful. He needs you. Can’t you feel how much he needs you?”

Rage’s cock throbs against my tongue.

A whimper catches in my throat, blocked by the giant fucking dick trying to force its way inside. I can’t do this. I jerk my headback and forth, tears slipping down my cheeks. This isinsane.I didn’t ask for any of this.

Promises are kept in this family, and you made a promise,krosotka.

These brothers are fuckingdelusional.

Rebel’s touch is soft as he palms my throat, rubbing it soothingly. “Let him in,” he coaxes, “relax your throat.”

I turn my glare on Rebel’s stupid fucking snakebite, wishing I could rip it out with my teeth. There’s no way in hell I’m letting inmoreof Rage’s?—

My eyes widen as Ragepushes, and in my desperate attempt to breathe, I open my throat and do the impossible: I let him in. It feels like something’s going down the wrong pipe, but Rage persists, cutting off my air as he bottoms out. Although Rebel’s palm massages my throat lovingly, Rage’s grip on my hair is painfully tight. One brother hell-bent on praise, the other on punishment.

Black spots dance in my vision.This is it.I’m going to die by dick asphyxiation. Sorry, Mom, I know you tried your best to raise a good daughter, but she’s gonna have the wordsDeath by Dickengraved on her tombstone.

“Breathe through your nose,” Rebel murmurs, his eyes transfixed by the stretch of my lips around his brother’s cock. “You can do this. Heneedsyou to, baby, or he’ll hurt you.” He turns a quick glare onto his brother. “The last thing we want is your pain.”

My eyes lock with Rage’s, and all I see isred.Specks of it on his cheeks. In the whites of his eyes. The flush crawling up his neck. If beating someone bloody wasn’t enough to prove to the whole world thatI am his, then choking me on the his manhood will surely make his claim crystal clear.

This isn’t a man concerned about my pain.

This is a man who wants to own that part of me, too.

I smack Rage’s thighs with all my strength, which proves to be damn near zero, and scream as loud as I can. The dark spots in my vision turn into waves, and suddenly the pressure in my throat finally lets up. I choke on air and saliva as Rage pulls his dick from my mouth, my throat and eyes burning as I gasp in as much air as possible.

The oxygen rushes to my brain, and my resolve snaps into place. If this is a game of who can last the longest, I can win. Fixing my stare on Rage, I pop open my mouth and loll out my tongue, hoping it looks inviting.

His dick twitches hard in his hand, and then he’s punching forward to bury himself to the hilt again. Before he can shove it to the back, I snap my jaw closed, tasting copper on my tongue.

Rage’s groan is deep, tearing from his chest like I’ve tapped into something primal. A heated shiver rolls down my spine, pulsing straight to my clit. I swallow the mix of saliva and blood while Rage switches his grip and cups my face with both hands. “Can you taste it now,krosotka? Can you tastemyfire?” With another groan, he jerks his hips and dislodges my teeth. The bitter tang of metal fills my mouth as he fucks my face at a brutal pace, no longer digging into my throat but battering it every few seconds as he hammers inside my mouth.

My cheeks burn from his hot hands and heavy grip. My jaw aches from keeping it open so damned long. Spit drips down my chin and drops onto my chest. My pussy flutters like a damn butterfly, all hot and bothered and gasping for air. She’sdrenched.Swollen to the point of aching. Needy. A whine catches in my throat as pleasure pulses through me, and if it isn’t already humiliating enough, Rebel hears it.

“That’s it, beautiful,” he coos, palming my heavy tit in his hand and squeezing. “It feels good, doesn’t it? Look at what you do to him. He’s falling apart for you.”

I can’t look. Iwon’tlook. There’s some part of me that knows watching Rage come undone will unhook the latch keeping my baser impulses at bay.

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