Page 197 of Boy of Ruin
Before I can answer, Lucifer grabs my arm, forces me against the wall, out of J’s grip. He reaches between my thighs, pushes two fingers into me and I stare at him, the breath rushing out of my lungs. He still has blood all over his face, down his nose, one hand planted against the wall beside my head.
“She doesn’t want it,” he says in a low voice as Jeremiah steps closer, almost shoulder-to-shoulder with my husband.
His hand comes back to my throat.
I stare at Lucifer as he stares back at me, fingering me and using his thumb to circle my clit. Keeping my eyes on my husband, I answer J’s question.
“I want it.”
Lucifer’s face falls as he bites his full lip, shaking his head, but I grip his arm, still staring at him. “It’s okay,” I whisper, knowing this will only happen once.
Might as well make it the best there is.
“I want it.”
Lucifer’s jaw flexes, but Jeremiah is already gripping my own, turning my head to him. “Yeah?” he confirms.
I stare into his beautiful green eyes as he caresses my tits. “Yeah,” I tell him. “I trust you.”
Jeremiah’s eyes soften. He leans in close, angles his head, and kisses me.
It’s a kiss that steals my breath, and Lucifer works his fingers faster, harder inside of me, his hand still clamped around my hip as Jeremiah’s tongue collides with mine and I taste all of him.
All of his pain.
His anger.
His desire.
Then he pulls back and before I can catch my breath, he drags his hand down to my collarbone and lifts his other hand, slapping me hard enough to hurt, to make my head snap to the side.
“You fucking dick,” Lucifer mutters, but he doesn’t stop fingering me. And when I spin my head back around, I connect with his eyes first. “You okay, baby girl?” he whispers, and I still see the pain in his eyes.
I see how this hurts him.
“Yeah,” I breathe out, a smile pulling at the corners of my mouth.
“Good,” J clips out, “but I’m not done.” He grabs my throat, pulls me away from Lucifer whose fingers rip out from inside of me. J throws me back on the bed. I scrambled backward, so I’m not half-off, and I try to catch my breath, but J doesn’t give me a chance.
He’s yanking me up, lying down, pulling me on top of him. He shoves me down on his cock before I can think, and I gasp with the sudden fullness of him.
His hand is back around my throat as he yanks me down close to him, thrusting his hips. “You want us to use you?”
I stare into his eyes, his thumb coming over my bottom lip.
“Use me,” I tell him softly, moaning and dropping my head to his brow as he thrusts harder into me, one hand gripping my ass.
“Use me,” I whimper against his lips. “Fucking use me, J.”
And that’s what I want.
I want them both to use me. Fuck me. Hit me. Hurt me. When we’re done, I don’t want to feel anything when he walks away. Because I know he will.
The way he’s so quiet now, letting this happen. Giving me up.
This will end with him walking out.
But for now, I want him. I want them both.
