Page 44 of Kings of Decay
Thankfully, my subconscious wasn't as judgmental as me.
I wanted them. Ainsley on one side. Pearce, on the other. We were tangled in the blankets while a storm raged outside, snow covering the windows.
Pearce chuckled low in his throat as he kissed me, hot and urgent.
"You don't want to play games anymore, do you?" His question hung in the air, heavy with sexual tension.
I shook my head, fingers slipping from his arm to tug at his shirt. "No." I breathed the word out hoarsely. "I want you. Both of you."
Ainsley's brown eyes glinted with a dangerous edge as he slid his arms around my waist. His teeth grazed against my ear. His hot breath sent chills down my spine.
"Both of us?" Pearce purred.
"Well, that's good; we weren't going to give you a choice, anyway," Ainsley said, cupping my breasts.
How had they got me undressed so easily? I writhed beneath them, one arm pinned above my head by Pearce's massive frame, the other crushed by Ainsley's rock-hard chest, his lips crushing my own. They both started to take off their clothes.
I moaned as their hands touched me, both men running their fingers over my naked body, teasing me and making me practically beg them to fuck me. I wanted them inside me so badly I could taste it.
"Come here, you fucking whore," Pearce growled, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my pussy wetter.
I moved closer, straddling his lap, my legs wrapping around his waist. I let out a moan as I sat down on his cock, stretching my body wide for him.
"How's that, Willow?" He groaned.
I leaned down and bit his neck, whispering, "I said I both of you."
Ainsley cupped my ass, lifting me higher so Pearce could enter me from behind. As he thrust into me, I arched my back and let out a feral moan as he pushed into my puckered hole.
My eyes rolled back as both cocks filled me at the same time.
I was stretched to the maximum. It was uncomfortable at first, but it was quickly replaced with an even more intense pleasure.
"See how perfectly we fit you, Willow?" Pearce said with a feral grin.
A shiver of fear ran down my spine, but the thrill it sent through my core was nothing short of stunning. I was at their mercy, and I loved every terrifying second of it.
"Fuck," Ainsley sighed. "You're so tight."
"Harder!" I begged.
Pearce kissed me, swallowing my whimpers as he picked up the pace. He was so deep, so urgent.
They rammed into me in perfect rhythm. I screamed as another orgasm tore through me like wildfire. My nails dug into Pearce's shoulders as I held on for dear life. I was completely at their mercy. They were both so deep inside me, hitting places I never knew existed, sending me to a whole new level of pleasure. It was intense, unforgiving, and all-consuming, and I never wanted it to stop.
My senses rioted with pleasure, aching for their touch, their heat, their raw passion.
I came to with a gasp, the taste of sweat lingering on my lips, my sheets tangled around my waist. I could still feel their rough hands, callouses grazing against my skin. I reached down, touching myself, until I came. I gasped and writhed in my bed until I was overcome by the flood of emotions - pure, unadulterated pleasure mixed with lingering guilt.
It was obvious I couldn't resist them anymore. I was addicted to their darkness.
It was a fucked up obsession, but it was mine. I wanted them to consume me, to erase every part of myself that ever existed before them. I wanted to drown in their shadows.
Chapter thirty
Pearce
God, she was delicious.
