Page 103 of Vicious Queen (Princes of Devil's Creek 2)

“He’s been drinking since this morning. Very unusual for my brother. It’s rare to see him out of control.”

“Why is he drinking so much?”

“He allows himself this one day each year. That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.” Marcello gripped my hips and pulled me toward him. “I won. And I want to claim my prize.”

He ran his hand up and down my right side. His thumb brushed my nipple, and a whimper slipped past my lips.

Before we could take things further, the door slammed into the wall. My breath caught in my throat. Luca stood in the doorway, a bottle of Macallan in his hand, a blood-red tie hanging loosely around his neck. He wore a black suit, the jacket open, his white shirt wrinkled, looking like he’d been to hell and back again.

Marcello narrowed his eyes at his brother. “What the fuck are you doing up here?”

Luca leaned against the doorframe, so drunk he could barely stand. “She’s mine, Marcello.” Nostrils flared, Luca plopped into an oversized armchair across from the bed. He spread his thighs and drank from the bottle. “It’s my birthday. She will be my wife.” He extended his hand. “Get over here, Drea.”

“Not tonight,” Marcello challenged. “You could have won, Luca. Get lost.”

“Her pussy is so tight, don’t you think?” He sat in the chair by the bed and took a swig of scotch. “She was worth the wait. We waited close to six years to bend her over and make her scream.”

Marcello grunted in agreement.

Luca’s eyes moved to me. “Tell my brother you’d rather have me. You like it when I embarrass you, hurt you. Spank your ass. Pull your hair. Tear your pussy up. Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

I stared at him, unblinking.

“Tell my brother.” Another sip of scotch. “You like getting punished. Don’t you?”

“Is that what you want, Luca? You want Marcello to punish me with his cock?”

His lips parted with the sexiest look in his eyes. “Get on your knees,” Luca ordered. “Bend over. Show Marcello your pretty pussy.”

Luca fisted the bottle in one hand and then whipped out his big cock with the other. He took sips of scotch as he jerked his cock, looking like a demon had possessed his body. His eyes were blank, like he was physically in his body but not mentally present.

I glanced over at Marcello, then got on my knees on the mattress with my back to him. The bed shifted beneath his weight, and his hands fell to my hips. He shoved his knee between my thighs and kicked them open wider. After he ripped off my thong, his finger traced the length of my wet slit, and I moaned from his touch.

Luca drank from the bottle, one eye open. “Feel good, baby girl?”

“Yes. Your brother feels so good.”

Luca stroked his cock harder. “Keep going. Choke her with your tie.”

“Luca,” Marcello groaned. “I know how to fuck a woman. Get out. I’m not taking orders from you.”

“If you want to be the Grand Master of the Knights, put a bullet in my skull. Until then…” He tipped his head at me. “Make my girl come. Look at her, begging for your cock. She wants it.”

My eyes found Luca’s blue ones that were bloodshot. Palms to the mattress, I watched every stroke of his cock. Licked my lips when he jerked his shaft the way he fucked me. Hard and relentless.

Marcello undressed, and then pressed his cock against my slick entrance. Rubbed the tip up and down my slit. He hooked his tie around my neck and tightened it just enough for my eyes to close. It wasn’t as hard as when Damian choked me.

“Wait.” Luca shot up from the chair, his cock hanging out of his pants. He moved to the other side of the bed to get a better look. “Fuck her. Hard.”

Marcello dug his fingers into my hips and slammed his monster cock inside me. One quick thrust. Not even a warning before he filled me up.

This was what Luca wanted.

What we all wanted.

He rocked his hips, gripping my hair from behind. Marcello broke through my inner walls, pulling back, so he could slam into me again. I glanced over at Luca. He watched me with those hunter eyes, enjoying the show.

Marcello tugged my hair harder, smacked my ass with his other hand.

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