Page 33 of Reign of Psychos

“Code’s not boring.”

“Yeah, it fucking is.”

Milo gripped my hips as Landon knelt behind us, cupping my breasts.

“Damn, your tits are juicier than ever,” he growled in my ear. “I can’t wait to see how much bigger they get.”

“Me too,” Milo muttered as he drove into me, hitting all the right spots inside me.

“Once our girl comes again, then you can paint her pussy with your cum.” Landon’s filthy words lit me on fire. He reached down with one hand to rub my clit. It was too much. I couldn’t take any more, but he refused to let me go. Then I was coming again, my pussy convulsing hard.

Milo shouted as he came with me, both of us lost in pleasure. Before I could collapse on Milo’s chest, Landon lifted me off Milo and thrust in from behind. I had to be a sloppy mess by now, but he didn’t seem to care.

He fucked me hard and fast, taking what he needed.

“You look so good like this, baby,” he purred. “You take my cock so well.”

“She’s perfect,” Milo sighed, his eyes fixed on my tits as they brushed his chest. “Perfect for us.”

I doubted that very much, but my body didn’t care what my brain thought. Landon pinched my clit as he came, triggering another orgasm. I felt him come inside me, then we all collapsed in a messy, sweaty pile on the bed.

To my surprise, Milo didn’t seem to care about all the skin-on-skin contact. Instead, he smiled and yawned sleepily.

“That was amazing,” he beamed.

“Damn right it was amazing,” Landon agreed. “Sex is always amazing when I’m involved.”

“You’re so modest,” I scoffed, resting my head on Milo’s chest while Landon wrapped his body around mine from behind, his arm slung over my hip so I couldn’t move. Not that I wanted to, even though I was gross now.

My stomach growled loudly just as my eyes fluttered shut.

“Time to feed our girl.” Landon sat up and slapped my ass, making me yelp. “Milo, get her into the shower while I go check out the food situation.”

I smiled. Landon taking charge was kind of amusing. It was usually Kyril’s role. The Russian was obsessed with making sure I had enough to eat. He seemed to think I didn’t eat enough. He was probably right. Most days, I ended up skipping at least one meal.

The sound of voices from the living room cleared my head. Fuck, I didn’t need anyone walking in and finding me lying in bed. If Verity saw me like this, I’d be mortified.

Milo must have read my mind because he jumped up and pulled me into the bathroom, closing the door behind us.

“It’s OK, I can clean myself up,” I told him, aware he might need some downtime after our little fuckfest.

“No, I want to take care of you.” He frowned. “Unless you’d prefer it if I left?”

“Not unless you feel uncomfortable?”

His frown became a smile. “No. You could never make me feel uncomfortable. I love you.”

“You love me?” I croaked. Milo loved me? I didn’t deserve love. Not after all the awful things I’d done. Verity loved me, but she was my sister. She loved me despite how fucked up I was, just as I loved her.

“Yes, I think I do.”

“You think?” Steam from the shower filled the bathroom, the sound of running water masking our conversation from anyone listening.

“No, IknowI love you,” Milo corrected. He looked thoughtful as we stepped under the cascading hot water. “I think about you the moment I wake up. You’re the last thing on my mind when I fall asleep. I want to take care of you, make you happy, like you make me happy. My heart goes crazy when you smile, and I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. Maybe love is just a chemical reaction, but I don’t care. I love you anyway.”

I wanted to say something. Anything. But my throat closed up as tears filled my eyes and dripped down my face.

“That’s… I love you, too,” I choked out, knowing it was true.

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