Page 68 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming me with a desperate hunger that stole my breath. When he finally pulled back, his eyes had changed—pure Alpha, his restraint hanging on by a thread.

“Tell me what you need, Kitten. I need to hear you say it.”

“You,” I gasped, arching beneath him. “I needyou, Dimitri. Please.”

A growl rumbled through his chest. “How? Tell mehowyou need me.”

My cheeks flushed, but I held his gaze. “Hard. Deep. I need... I need you to stop holding back.”

Something wicked flashed in his eyes. In one swift motion, he flipped me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up until I was on my knees.

“Present for your Alpha,” he commanded, and I whimpered inrelief.

I dropped my chest to the cushions, cheek pressed into the pillows, ass high in the air, pussy on full display.

His hand slid between my thighs, fingers dipping into my slick heat. The squelch made my cheeks burn, but his groan had me wiggling back into his touch.

“Look at this pretty pink pussy,” he muttered, voice like gravel and smoke. Bracing himself over me, draping himself across my back, he buried his nose in the crook of my neck wheremy signature was strongest and breathed me in. “You smell like mine. But I’m gonna make damn sure there’s no question. Mark you with my scent. Fill you with my cum.”

His teeth grazed my shoulder—just a scrape, a promise—and then he was behind me again, gripping my hips as his cock pressed between my folds, thick and as hard as steel.

He didn’t thrust. Didn’t move fast. Just pushed forward slow and steady, letting the mixture of my slick and his brothers’ cum ease his way inside.

“Breathe, Kitten,” he commanded softly.

I did as he said. I had to.

His cock stretched me open inch by inch, and he paused from time to time, held still and let me adjust while I trembled beneath him. He felt so big inside me. So deep.

A movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention, and a moment later, Tommy knelt beside us and handed Dimitri a pillow.

Without looking up, Dimitri took it and shoved it under my hips for extra support.

I glanced back in time to see his gaze cut to Giovanni, who’d woken up to watch. “Hold her for me.”

Gio moved silently, tugging my arms, stretching me out, and pinning my wrists above my head as he knelt in front of me. I was completely at their mercy. And Igushed.

Dimitri growled at the fresh hit of my scent, fingers digging into my hips, careful but firm. He dragged his cock part way out before sinking back in slowly—just to hear my high-pitched keen when he bottomed out. He leaned forward over my back once more, his breath hot against my ear.

“We’re doing this my way, Kitten,” he said, his tone pure Alpha command. “Which means you’re gonna tell me your color.”

My brows knit. “My...?”

“Color system. Red if you need me to stop. Yellow if you need me to slow down or talk. Green if you want more.” His hand slid up my back, grounding. “Understand?”

I nodded fast, panting. “Green. Definitely green.”

“Good girl.”

Those two words lit me up from the inside. I arched for him without meaning to, desperate and aching. Dimitri rewarded me with a slow, rolling thrust that made my whole body tighten.

He stayed like that for a moment, deep and unmoving, before shifting back just enough to fuck me slow. His cock stroked every nerve ending inside me while his hand came around to palm my throat—not squeezing, just resting there, a gentle reminder of the power he was keeping on a leash.

“You feel that?” he murmured like he had all the time in the world. “How wet you are? How tight you are for me?”

I whimpered, unable to answer, to form words.

“Yeah, you feel it. You love being fucked like this, don’t you? Bent over. Drenched with slick, cum dripping down your thighs. Needing it rough but sweet. Controlled.” He licked up the shell of my ear, his body hard against my softness.

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