Page 103 of Reclaim (Deadly Hearts 3)

ChapterForty-Seven

Ruby

Purring like a kitten, I do as Daddy says and give him a creampie that makes his eyes light up.

“Such a filthy little whore,” he murmurs.

Cillian doesn’t last much longer after that and he rams inside my ass with one last thrust and comes, filling me up even more.

To my surprise, Layton pulls away and kneels in front of me. He swirls his fingers in the cum and then shoves it back inside me with a low growl. He drops his mouth to my pussy and thrusts his tongue inside me. He removes his fingers and then laps up all the mingled cum.

“Oooh,” I groan, my blood heating up to scorching. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

He flicks his tongue over my clit, and I climax spontaneously, my body convulsing as the orgasm fires through me.

Layton lifts me off Cillian’s cock and asks him to move over. He places me on all fours on the sofa and then slides his fingers into my ass, stretching me out before he guides his cock into my pussy.

“Fuck,” I pant as he pounds me like a bitch in heat. “Fuck, yes.”

Ramsey shuts me up by shoving his cock into my mouth and I suck it like a lollipop, eager to taste his cum.

I groan when Layton grabs my hips tighter and lifts me up like a doll. He spins me so I’m facing him. I delve my tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeply, tasting the cum on his lips.

“You are a dirty fucker, aren’t you,” I murmur.

He grins and slides his cock into me. “Ramsey, take her arse.”

“Oh!” I cry out as Ramsey moves behind me and standing there in the middle of my sitting room, he shoves his cock into my rear hole.

I stay still as they thrust high and deep, but then it gets too much to bear when Cillian joins us with his pretty black blade. He draws it down my arm, testing to see if I ask him to stop. I don’t. I want him to mark me.

“Make her bleed,” Layton pants.

Cillian’s gaze meets mine.

I nod, giving him my consent.

He digs the sharp edge into my skin and when a drop of blood appears, he drags it down, cutting me, thrilling me. My pussy clenches around Layton and he groans softly, his eyes riveted to the blood dripping down my arm.

Cillian leans over and runs his tongue up from the base of the wound, tasting my blood, swallowing it, joining us together in a darkly intimate way that excites me. I take the knife from him when he offers it, being held in place by the two enormous men in the front and back of me. I hold it up to Cillian’s neck and I nick him deep enough to draw blood. I grab the back of his head and bring him closer, so I can press my mouth to the cut. I lick him salaciously. There is nothing sweet or affectionate about it.

It’s possession.

“Mine,” I growl and then attach my mouth over the cut and suck the blood out straight from his vein.

“Jesus,” he moans.

“Fuck,” Layton pants and his cock detonates inside me, firing off a stream of cum that is already pouring out of me.

I let go of Cillian and lick my lips.

His eyes are hooded with a burning lust. He reaches out and clamps his hand around my throat, squeezing tightly.

He leans in and whispers in my ear. “Mine.”

As Cillian lets me go, Layton slips out of me, leaving Ramsey to flip me onto the sofa. “Wipes?” he asks with a comical waggle of his eyebrows.

“Fuck’s sake,” I snort, the dark romance lifting. “In my bag.”

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