Page 38 of The Kings
“You can,” I murmur, gripping her hair roughly and pulling her head back so I can press my lips to her mouth. “But can you say it’s as good as what you just had?”
“Well, you got me there. Nothing beats twin cock, am I right?”
“You’re impossible,” I whisper with a soft laugh.
“Pretty much. So are we agreed this is casual?”
“No,” Raph states coldly. “This changes everything. All fucking in, Eliza. Don’t be a cop-out.”
“How can I be a cop-out when I didn’t agree to be ‘in’ in the first place?”
I grab her hips and haul her off our cocks, placing her on the floor between us. She is tiny, delicate, but looks can be deceiving. She is a killer.
His eyes filling with desire, Raph runs his hands down the tattoo on her back before he removes them and strips off his clothes and boots.
He approaches Eliza, and the energy between them could start a fire. “This is not just about sex,” Raph says, his voice low and dangerous. “This is about power, control, and loyalty. You are ours, and we protect what is ours.”
Eliza meets his gaze, lifting her chin defiantly, her eyes blazing with the same intensity. “And who protects me from you four?”
“We all do,” I say, stepping closer, my clothes hitting the floor. “We’re in this shit together, Eliza. There’s no backing out. We’re your safe haven and your greatest risk.”
She considers this for a moment before her lips curve into a wicked smile. “Then show me,” she challenges, looking up at us through those long lashes.
Raph doesn’t need to be told twice. He sweeps her up in his arms and tosses her onto the bed, climbing over her like he owns every inch of her — because, in some ways, he does. I follow, positioning myself beside her as Raph ravages her neck with kisses and bites that leave a mark.
Eliza’s hands find Raph’s shoulders, gripping hard enough to leave prints as she pulls him down for a fierce kiss. I take the opportunity to trail my mouth over the soft skin of her thigh,biting gently before moving inward as Raph moves over to give me access, never pulling his mouth away from hers. She opens her legs willingly for me, inviting me close until I’m right where I belong.
Her muffled moans fill the air as I taste her, my tongue delving into her cum filled pussy while Raph’s fingers work their magic on her nipples, which are hard as bullets. She squirms beneath our touch, the intensity of sensations clearly overwhelming her senses. Her nails dig into Raph’s back, leaving a mark that will remind him of tonight.
“Tarquin, don’t stop,” she gasps out between kisses, her voice desperate, needy. I increase the pace, flicking my tongue rapidly against her clit as I slip two fingers inside her, curling them in search of that sweet spot that makes her thighs tremble.
Raph rears up, his chest heaving with each breath as he watches me devour Eliza. “You’re fucking beautiful like this,” he declares, his voice rough like gravel, eyes glazed with lust.
Eliza’s orgasm hits her like a freight train; she cries out, her entire body shaking violently as she comes undone under our touch. I don’t relent, milking every shiver and shake from her trembling body until she’s panting and spent.
I rise to meet Raph’s gaze, and without a word, we switch places. As I kiss Eliza with deep intensity, Raph slides between her thighs and, without any preamble, thrust deep inside her soaking pussy. She breaks the kiss to let out a long, loud moan that resonates through my core.
Dragging myself away from her, I duck quickly into the bathroom to clean up because my cock is raring to go again, and I need to feel her pussy tighten around me. When I return, Raph is grunting loudly as he stiffens, unloading into her again and then he rolls away, breathing heavily.
I watch the exchange, my blood boiling with a primal need. I approach Eliza, seeing the slick sheen of sweat on her flawlessskin, the marks we’ve already claimed as ours tonight. She’s a fucking vision.
I take hold of her ankles, spreading her legs wider as I position myself at her dripping cunt. She is still gasping for air, but her eyes tell me everything I need to know—she wants more, and I’m not one to disappoint.
“I need you to say it. Tell me what you want.”
She looks at me, those piercing green eyes fierce with desire. “Fuck my cunt, Tarquin,” she demands, her voice raspy from all the screaming she’s done. That’s all the consent I need.
Sliding into her without hesitation, feeling the warmth of her slickness encase me, a groan escapes my lips as I start to move, slow at first but quickly finding a punishing rhythm that makes both of us lose our minds.
Eliza meets each of my thrusts with a roll of her hips, never breaking eye contact. She’s in this as much as I am—raw power and lust driving us both. It’s not just sex; it’s an understanding between two people who know exactly what they want from each other.
“Harder,” she pants out and rolls us over, so she is straddling me, rotating her hips in a way that has my head spinning. Eliza rides me fiercely; her movements are relentless as she takes what she wants and fucks herself on my cock with no reservations.
I grip her waist, guiding her down harder, faster. “That’s it, princess. Fucking ride me,” I growl, watching her tits bounce in perfect rhythm to our fucking. The sight of her like this—so powerful, so in control, yet entirely at the mercy of her own pleasure—is intoxicating.
She leans forward, her sharp, pointed nails digging into my chest. Her breaths are ragged against my ear as she whispers, “You like seeing your mafia princess take charge?” It’s teasing,challenging and hardening my cock further, if that was even possible.
Bucking up into her, I hit all the right spots. She throws her head back, letting out a drawn-out moan that cuts right through me. As I feel the familiar build-up at my base, I sit up and bite down on her shoulder—marking her as mine.
