Page 151 of Vengeful Princess

I wanted to come so badly, despite the doubts that continued to lurk on the periphery of my mind. The pills in my purse were still there. Miniature grenades with the potential to cause untold damage. But lust had overtaken all rational thought.

Damn the consequences. If I had one final night before my world fell apart, I’d take it and run.

Landon slid my silk panties down my trembling thighs and groaned. “I need to get inside you.”

“Don’t you dare,” Cassian growled. “Make her come first!”

“I’m going to! Jesus.” He looked up at me and grinned. “Hold on tight, wifey. The express service to Heaven is about to leave the station.” I snorted at his ridiculousness, but laughter soon turned to moans when his tongue lapped my clit and his fingers dipped inside me.

My eyes fluttered shut as Landon pushed me closer to an orgasm, but not before I saw Cassian unzip his pants and reach inside his boxers. I heard him groan as Landon tipped me over the edge into oblivion.

By the time I opened my eyes again, my thighs trembling with aftershocks, Landon had stripped off and was climbing back on the bed. Cassian had ditched his clothes, too.

The pair of them looked like fitness models. Zero per cent body fat and cut muscles. My eyes traced a line from Cassian’s pecs, all the way down to the delicious V fit guys have. Then I saw his cock and… fuck. Kyril was big, but Cassian was longer. They were all above average in the dick department.

I’d definitely scored the jackpot.

Cassian disappeared for a moment before returning with some condoms. He tossed one at Landon.

“Lay on your back, Lan. Let Thea ride you.”

It seemed Cassian was still running the show, but that was OK with me. I wasn’t yet confident enough to be demanding in the bedroom. And besides, a big part of me enjoyed handing over the reins to the guys. It didn’t make me weak or subservient.

Having read a fair amount of erotic romances that touched on BDSM themes, I knew it was common for women to enjoy the attentions of an alpha male.

Which these two definitely were. Well, Cassian was. Landon was happy to be in control when it was just the two of us, but with Cassian here, he didn’t seem to have a problem with being ordered around.

It was an interesting dynamic. The little voice inside my head wondered what would happen if Kyril and Milo were here, too. Kyril wasn’t one to be ordered around. Would he butt heads with Cassian? Or would Cassian let Kyril take over?

I was eager to find out.

Landon sheathed his cock and pulled me astride him, groaning when my slick pussy rubbed along his length. His hands found my breasts while Cassian grunted his approval.

“How close are you?” Cassian asked Landon.

“Fucking close.”

“Amateur.”

“Asshole.”

Once again, I felt like a chew toy being passed between them. It was time I asserted myself. My father hadn’t raised me to be a shrinking violet. Just a violent one.

I took hold of Landon’s length. It twitched and jumped when I squeezed, and I realized I enjoyed having this power over him.

“Thea,” he groaned. “You’re killing me!”

Leaning down, I licked his nipples while fisting his cock. He closed his eyes, his fists gripping the bed sheet.

“Please,” he moaned. God, seeing him at my mercy was hot. I’d had men at my mercy before, but usually when they were tied to a chair, awaiting certain death. There was power in holding someone’s life thread in one’s hands. But I decided I preferred this sort of power.

Knowing Landon’s pleasure was quite literally in my fist was a massive turn-on. He deserved to be teased. He’d teased me often enough with his flirtatious comments and sly touches. It was about time the tables were turned.

But I needed to feel him inside me, so after a few heady moments, I angled his cock at my entrance and sank down, enjoying the burn.

“Oh fucking fuck,” Landon muttered. He moved his hands to my hips, forcing me to stay still. “Give me a moment so I don’t embarrass myself.”

“Wouldn’t take much, bro,” Cassian sniped.

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