Page 71 of Twisted Kings

“Your father is a dead man. Torrance Asaro too. I will make it my mission to kill them slowly and without mercy.”

“Fuck,” I breathed, overcome with lust at the idea of Kyril making my father and Torrance suffer for hurting me. Yes, I was officially broken.

“Jesus. You’re one sick motherfucker,” Landon muttered. “I regret introducing you to Game of Thrones last year. Can we please skip the death and mutilation bit and get to the sex now? If I don’t come soon, I might just be the one dying.”

Kyril picked me up and tossed me back on the bed. Before I could protest, he pulled my shorts off and dived between my thighs.

“No, I need a shower!”

He inhaled deeply and then grinned. “You smell divine,kotenok.” A long, slow lick from my clit to my entrance had my thighs shaking. “Taste divine, too.”

Landon groaned before rolling over, tugging my tee up, and latching on to my breast. The combination of his mouth on my tit and Kyril’s talented tongue between my legs pushed me higher.

Yes… this was exactly what I needed.

Sweet oblivion.

Nothing in my head but pleasure.

Kyril pressed two fingers inside me and sucked my clit. I came with a soft cry, arching my back as ecstasy rolled over me like a wave. By the time the aftershocks faded, Kyril had pulled a condom on and was pushing inside my pulsing channel.

“What does she feel like?” Milo asked, his gaze fixed on where Kyril and I joined, his hand tucked inside his pants. Part of me wished he’d come closer, so I could watch him pleasure himself, but I didn’t want to push him.

“So fucking hot and wet. It’s the best feeling in the world.”

“It is,” Landon agreed, having removed his boxers. “Open your mouth, baby,” he instructed. I turned sideways as Kyril bottomed out with a low groan.

Landon stared down at me as I took his cock inside my mouth. “That’s it, so fucking good, wifey. You take my cock so well.” His filthy words lit another fire inside me. God, how had I ever lasted so long without experiencing this?

“Fuck, I’m going to come!” Kyril’s thrusts grew more erratic as Landon slowly fucked my mouth, his hand squeezing my breasts. I was close, but not quite there, and when Kyril came, I moaned with frustration around Landon’s dick.

The moment he pulled away, Landon eased out of my mouth and buried his face between my legs. With a few expert flicks of his tongue, he had me falling apart in seconds. Then he, too, was inside me while Kyril watched.

Two more orgasms for me later, Landon finally found his release with a long, low groan. I turned to look at Milo. He smiled at me and then disappeared into the bathroom. Had he come too? I hoped so. I wanted him to feel a part of whatever this was.

A reverse harem?

My stomach growled before a sudden wave of nausea hit me hard, pushing bile into my throat. I stumbled off the bed and dashed into the bathroom where Milo stood at the sink washing his hands.

His eyes widened in concern when I bent over the toilet and emptied the meager contents of my stomach into the porcelain bowl. Cool hands gently lifted my hair out of the way while I closed my eyes in embarrassment.

Puking in front of one’s boyfriend: achievement unlocked.Gross.

God, I wasn’t sure if I could look him in the eye again.

“What the fuck?” Kyril came barreling in with Landon on his heels.

“Baby, are you sick? Did I break you with my massive cock?”

I couldn’t even summon the energy to laugh.

“It could be a viral infection, although we’re all fine.” Milo’s words washed over my head as I sat slumped on the floor. My mouth tasted like a dumpster. When Kyril handed me a glass of water, I took it gratefully.

An unpleasant, nauseous sensation in the pit of my stomach lingered, but the urge to vomit had passed. Maybe some food would help. Dry toast or fruit. I could probably cope with that.

“When was your last period, Thea?” Lucky me. Milo had honed in on the one topic I wished to avoid at all costs.

“What the actual fuck, Milo!” Landon yelled. “That’s none of your business!”

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