Page 37 of The Kings
“Fuck you,” she spits out.
“I intend to,” he growls and moves back a fraction to guide his cock into her pussy. She gasps as he thrusts up hard, sinking balls deep into her. She closes her eyes and bites her bottom lip, stifling her moan.
“You going to be a good girl now?” Raph murmurs as he rams into her, pounding her against the wall.
“For you? Never,” she hisses and fixes her gaze on me when she opens her eyes. “For him? Maybe.”
“Little killer,” Raph growls and drags her back onto his cock before he takes a step back and turns them, so she is leaning over me. I waste no time, pulling out my cock and gripping her hair to guide her mouth onto me. She opens up, a wicked look in her eyes when she takes me in, sucking hard and fast. My hips lurch forward involuntarily as she works me over with a ferocity that matches the intensity of Raph’s thrusts from behind.
I glance down at her, watching her take me deeper, her eyes locked on mine with defiance and hunger. She’s the fucking baddest queen, and she knows it, taking control even when she’s the one seemingly under our mercy.
Raph grabs her hips, his rhythm unrelenting as he fucks her with an almost punishing pace. “You’re going to fucking remember this next time you think about hiding your shit from us,” he breathes out heavily.
Eliza pulls back from my dick just enough to speak, “I remember everything,” she says with a smirk, then dives back down on me, her lips sliding wetly along my length.
It’s raw and rough, just how we operate—like the mafia world we dominate, we don’t do soft. We’re all about power and taking what we want.
But so is she.
Suddenly, Raph pulls out of her and spins Eliza around to face him. He lifts her up against the wall again, his hands gripping her ass as he impales her on his cock again. “You’re ours, Eliza,” he grunts as he fucks her, suspended against the wall. “Say it.”
She wraps her legs around his waist tightly, clawing at his back. “I’m yours,” she gasps out between fierce thrusts. “All of yours.”
I can’t stand just watching any longer. Standing, I scoop up the small tub of Vaseline I spotted on the dresser next to the gun and hold it up so Raph can see. He moves a step back so I can fit in behind her, my hand finding the curve of her ass, and I slide two lubed fingers into her tight asshole. She cries out, the sound mixed with pleasure and the slightest hint of surprise. We’ve got her now, caught between us, and every part of her is ours to claim.
Raph’s hands are relentless on her hips, pulling her onto him over and over.
I lean forward, whispering into her ear as I push my fingers deeper into her back passage, “You are fucking incredible, Eliza.” She’s a force like no other, our mafia Queen who can handle anything we give her and then some.
She swivels her hips down onto Raph’s dick and back onto my fingers with each punishing drive, moaning out loud in ecstasy. Grunts, gasps, growls fill the room as she fucks us as much as we are fucking her. It’s give and take, and it’s fucking perfect; it’s tense and wild.
Eliza’s body starts trembling between us, her climax approaching like an inevitable storm on the horizon.
I need to be inside her ass before she hits that shore. Gripping my cock, I slide it between her ass cheeks before I press against her tight ring. Her breath hitches, and I push in slowly, feeling her stretch around me. She’s so fucking tight, it’s almost painful how much I want to just ram into her, but I savour the burn as I inch deeper.
“Fuck, Tarquin,” she moans out, her voice husky with lust. Raph pauses his thrusts for a moment, allowing her to adjust to being filled by both of us. But that moment is brief. Soon, we’removing again, a relentless rhythm with Eliza sandwiched and skewered between us.
“Come for us, little killer,” Raph growls.
“Yes, yes,” she pants, the words barely escaping her lips as she rocks back against me and thrusts down onto Raph. I reach around with one hand to find her clit, rubbing fast circles over it and pushing her closer to the edge. She soaks my fingers; she is wet as hell.
Her body tightens, and she screams out our names, a raw sound of pure pleasure that echoes off the walls of the room.
Raph and I are not far behind. With a few more powerful thrusts, he grunts loudly as he dumps his cum into her pussy. The sight of Eliza losing control sends me over the edge too; my vision blurs as I shoot my load into her ass with a curse.
It takes a moment for the three of us to catch our breath, but we are nowhere near done with her yet.
With his cock still buried inside her, Raph asks, “Do you agree never to do anything like this again, Eliza?”
“Now that you’re being amenable and not a complete dick about it, sure, baby. I agree.”
He lets out a low rumble. “You are going to be incredibly high maintenance, aren’t you?”
“You offering to maintain me?” she asks, turning her head to catch my gaze as I stand there with my softening cock still in her ass before she faces Raph again.
“What do you want?” he asks.
“This changes nothing,” she says carefully. “I can maintain myself.”
