Page 67 of Where the Wicked Reign

I’d been fast losing the rational part of myself to theferal side,since I’d first laid eyes on her, and everything she was doing, saying, everything about her, was drawing it out further with every passing second.

I looked out at Julian again, realizing I was using the sight of him and his presence as my lighthouse through the raging stormy sea I could feel myself being dragged under by. And I was taking her with me.

She wanted it, though.

She was pushing for that side of me.

It was why she’d come here.

I’d demanded the same from her and I sure wasn’t gonna leave her drowning out there alone. I wanted her wrecking with me, being dragged into the undertow. I wanted to see that carefully crafted control and apathy of hers crack into unfixable pieces.Fuck it,I wanted her shattering all over me.

“You’ll fucking choke on me,” I growled, dragging her over to the black leather couch.

As I tossed her on, I snapped my fingers at Julian and gestured at the chest of drawers on the wall opposite the viewing window. A particular drawer.

He raised an eyebrow, then pushed off the door and went to the drawer.

In the next moment, he was unwrapping a vibrant-blue dildo and walking over to us.

He went to pass it to me when he reached us, but I grasped his hand and guided it between Caterina’s thighs, spread wide on the couch. “J’s gonna stuff your cunt full while you swallow my cock. I won’t stop brutalizing your throat until you’re coming all over yourself.” I leaned down and brushed my lips over her cheek. “Until you’re a wet mess. My wet mess.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Shit,” she was gasping in the next second as I guided Julian’s hand, rubbing the thick nine-inch dildo through her folds.

I released him when she started succumbing to it, to him being a part of it, grinding and lifting her hips.

Then I wrenched her up the couch so her head was hanging off the arm at a difficult angle that was gonna cause her some delicious distress when I slid down her throat, making me troublesome to take and resulting in some bliss-filled gagging around my shaft.

Yeah, that thought alone told me the beast was now in the driving seat.

I watched Julian start twisting the dildo into her tight cunt, making her writhe and mewl as she struggled to take its challenging girth.

Lucky for her,hewasn’t a monster. Not in the way I was, at least. He was taking it easy on her.

I, on the other hand, climbed onto the couch and straddled her face.

Then I gripped the back of her head with both hands and shoved my cock into her mouth, driving deep down her throat.

She choked and spluttered, convulsing around the sudden invasion.

“That’s right, swallow me whole,” I grunted, the feel of her wet warmth around my shaft doing insane things to me.

It had been so fucking long.

I held deep for a few moments, watching her struggle, her eyes fill with moisture.

And then I ripped my cock free.

She shocked me then as she screamed and choked all at once, her whole body shuddering as she came just like that, all over the dildo, drenching Julian’s fingers.

“Jesus,” he exclaimed, as she rode it like a wild thing.

I slammed back down her throat and fucked her like a brutal machine, feeling her tongue darting out in the process.

“Again,” I heard Julian say, a moment before she screamed around my shaft and came again. So fucking quickly.

I dug my fingers into her shoulder, while I held her head steady and at my mercy too, fucking her mouth rapid-fire, like an unhinged animal.

And, motherfucker, she took it all.

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