Page 55 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

Behind him, the others filed in silently. I caught glimpses of them moving around the periphery of the room—Gio settling into the armchair in the corner, Tommy leaning against the dresser, Marco closing the door with a soft click. But my focus remained on Dimitri, on the intensity burning in his dark eyes as they raked over me, taking in every inch of exposed skin.

His hand came up to cup my cheek, thumb brushing across my bottom lip. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured.

I leaned into his touch, turning my head to press a kiss against his palm. Then I reached for his belt, my fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. When his hand caught my wrists, stilling my movements, I looked up at him with nothing but openness in my gaze.

“Let me take care of you,” I whispered between a demand and a plea. “Please.”

Something softened in his expression—that rare vulnerability he showed only to me, only in moments like this. He released my wrists and nodded once, surrendering to me in a way I knew he never would to anyone else.

I worked his belt open, fingers more confident now, then his button and zipper. He helped me push his pants and boxers down just enough, and when I wrapped my hand around him, his sharp intake of breath was the sweetest reward.

I started slowly, exploring him with gentle touches, my eyes never leaving his face. The way he watched me, like I was performing some kind of miracle just by touching him, made warmth bloom in my chest. I dropped to my knees, looking up at him from beneath my lashes as I fisted his long, hard cock.

“Kitten,” he growled, and I smiled at the slight break in his voice. That carefully wound control was breaking, one crack at a time.

I teased him slowly, enjoying the velvet steel of him. And when I finally took him into my mouth, his fingers tangled in my hair, not guiding, just holding on.

“That’s it,” he breathed, strained, needy. “Perfect Omega. My perfect girl.”

His praise washed over me, stoking the fire building low in my belly. I took him deeper, using everything I’d learned about what men liked, what might make him lose control. I increased the pressure, hugged him with my lips, teased him with my tongue. Bobbing on his cock, I took my time, tempting him toward release, and when he hit the back of my throat on the next stroke, I relaxed my throat and tried something new… Something I knew I should be able to do as his Omega. I swallowed, taking him deeper, letting him fuck my throat.

Dimitri’s restraint shattered, and his hands in my hair gripped tighter as he fucked my mouth the way I wanted him to. The taste of salt and musk and man teased my tongue, and I wantedmore. His breathing grew ragged, his grip on my hair tightening as he approached the edge. I squeezed my fingers around his knot, giving him the pressure he needed.

When he finally spilled with a guttural groan, my name a prayer on his lips, I felt a surge of power unlike anything else. I’d done this—reduced this powerful, controlled man to trembling need. For me.Becauseof me.

I looked up at him through my lashes, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. His eyes were molten, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. He tucked himself away with shaking hands, then bent to press a fierce kiss to my forehead.

“Gio,” he called, his voice still rough, summoning his brother.

Gio was already watching us, his hazel eyes dark with arousal. He moved to the bed without hesitation, settling on the edge and beckoning me forward. I crawled toward him, then knelt between his spread legs, hands braced on his muscular thighs. His hand immediately found the nape of my neck, drawing me up and into a hungry kiss.

“Already hard from watching you,” he murmured against my lips. “So fucking beautiful.”

I shifted, moving to straddle his lap, the thin fabric of my boyshorts doing nothing to hide how wet I already was. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me in a slow grind against him that pulled matching moans from both our throats.

“Want to feel you,” I whispered, reaching between us and helping him free himself from his pants.

He shoved them down roughly, and I bit my bottom lip as I reached for him.

His cock was hot and hard in my hand, already leaking at the tip. I stroked him firmly, the way I knew he liked,while his hands roamed my body—caressing my thighs, slipping beneath Dimitri’s shirt to explore the curves underneath. When his fingers brushed across my nipple, I gasped, arching into his touch.

“That’s it, Sweetness,” he encouraged, voice gruff. “Take what you need.”

I worked him with increasing urgency, my hips still rolling against his thighs, seeking friction. With a rip, he tore away my underwear, tossing them to D, who pocketed them.

What was it about these guys and my panties?

I smirked, but it turned into a gasp when he removed his shirt and lifted me effortlessly, placing me over his cock.

A moan left my lips as he speared into me, using my slick to ease his way. Little thrusts gave to larger ones as he worked his way in, giving me just enough time to adjust before he fucked up into me hard and fast. He lifted and dropped me, rocking me over him in time with his movements.

When he finally came with a strangled curse, his face buried in my neck, I felt another rush of satisfaction.

I was responsible for his pleasure. Responsible foralltheir pleasure.

A newfound rush of confidence filled me, and I relished it. These sexy, dangerous men were unraveling for me—coming undone—and watching them fall apart in my hands, my mouth, my body… It was my new favorite addiction. I’d never felt more powerful. More wanted. And I wasn’t nearly done bringing them to their knees.

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