Page 57 of The Reckoning
A satisfied growl rumbles in his chest. “That’s my good girl.”
With one powerful thrust, he sheathes himself fully, stretching me deliciously around his thick length. I cry out at the sudden intrusion, my nails raking down his back as he begins to move. He sets a brutal pace, pounding into me with a force that rocks the bed frame. Each snap of his hips grinds his pelvis against my clit, sending sparks of rapture racing up my spine.
It’s almost too much, the oversensitivity from my previous orgasms making every sensation feel magnified.
“So tight,” Arson grunts, his fingers digging into my hips as he drives into me. “Even after taking Aries’s cock, this pussy grips me like a vise.”
Beside us, Aries watches with hooded eyes, a mix of jealousy and arousal playing across his face. His hand drifts down to stroke his hardening length, clearly affected by the sight of Arson claiming me so thoroughly.
“You love this, don’t you?” Arson pants, his hips snapping against mine. “Being passed between us and used for our selfish needs. Such a perfect little toy.”
I can only moan in response, too lost in sensation to form coherent words. He’s hitting spots inside me I didn’t know existed, his thick cock stretching me in the most delicious way. I feel split open and utterly possessed by his relentless thrusts.
“I want to feel you come on my cock,” he growls, reaching between us to circle my clit with deft fingers. “Want to feel this pussy milking me dry.”
His filthy words and skilled touch send me hurtling toward the edge. My inner walls begin to flutter, my body tensing as I grow closer to release.
“That’s it,” Arson coaxes, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release. “Come for me, Lilian. Let go.”
His permission is all I need. With a high, keening cry, I shatter around him, my orgasm crashing over me in a tidal wave of ecstasy. I convulse and clench, my nails scoring down his back as I ride out the intense sensation.
Arson curses, his rhythm faltering as my walls squeeze him like a vise. “Fuck, yes, just like that. Milk my cock, you perfect little slut.”
He pistons into me frantically, chasing his own release. I feel him swell and pulse inside me before he stiffens, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he spills his seed deep in my body.
For a suspended moment, we’re both lost to the throes of climax, our bodies locked together as the waves of pleasure crash over us. Arson collapses on top of me, his face buried in thecrook of my neck as we pant harshly against each other’s sweat-slicked skin.
Gradually, our breathing slows, and the world comes back into focus. Arson lifts his head, his hazel eyes glazed with sated contentment as he gazes down at me. “You’re incredible,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Absolutely perfect.”
I can only hum in response, too blissed out and exhausted to form words. My body feels used in the most delicious way, every inch of me claimed and marked by the two brothers.
Arson pulls out of me with a satisfied groan, rolling to the side. I wince at the sudden emptiness, a dull ache throbbing between my thighs. I’m sore in places I didn’t know could be sore, but it’s a good ache—the kind that serves as a reminder of the intense gratification I experienced.
Aries slides closer, his warm body pressing against my back as he spoons me from behind. His arm drapes over my waist possessively, his hand splaying across my stomach. “You okay?” he murmurs, nuzzling into my hair.
“Mmm. More than okay,” I reply dreamily, nestling back into his embrace. “That was…”
“Fucking incredible,” Arson finishes, stretching languidly.
He meets eyes with his brother over my used and relaxed body. “I guess we can share after all, Brother.”
SEVENTEEN
ARSON
The laptop screen burns my eyes after hours of staring at it, scrolling through financial records, property deeds, and corporate filings—anything that might reveal why my backers are suddenly pushing their timeline.
Why are they so interested in Lilian? After all this time, why now? The warehouse is quiet this afternoon. Aries went out to meet with some contact—against my advice, but nobody gives a shit what I think. Lilian’s been in the shower for the past twenty minutes, the distant sound of running water the only thing breaking the silence.
I rub my eyes, trying to focus on the screen again. Something’s missing. There’s some missing connection I’m not seeing. These men didn’t invest millions in my revenge plot out of the goodness of their fucking hearts. They want something. Something specific. And it has to do with Lilian. She’s the only connection I can think of. They might have kidnapped her to get to Aries and me, but they didn’t really hurt her, and they accepted my request for more time too quickly after all the trouble of catching her. It’s been bothering me for the past couple of days.
When we first met, a couple of years ago now, they found me at the edge of the campus stalking Aries. So why had they been stalking Aries in the first place?
The deal we made involved them setting me up completely to bring down the Hayes empire. They asked it be done quickly, once the warehouse was in place, even going so far as to make sure I had extra resources to set up my very specific revenge for Aries. However, they never set a strict timeline for when they wanted my work done, and they didn’t start escalating things until Lilian entered the picture.
I did what research I could on the guys. The older one is always the one in charge. I think the other is his son, but they never seemed to talk to each other as father and son. Nor had they ever let a single name slip in all the time we spoke. Instead, they used mutually assured destruction as a means of leverage between us.
On a hunch, I search for information about the day of the boathouse incident. It’s not something I do often—deliberately dredge up the worst day of my life—but my gut tells me I’m missing a connection there.
