Page 61 of Vicious Queen (Princes of Devil's Creek 2)

I traced the length of his lip with my thumb. “You.”

Marcello took control and flipped me onto my back. Like his brothers, he was a hunter. And I loved this side of him.

Damian pounced on me like he was laying claim to his next victim. With Marcello between my thighs, Damian rubbed my clit with his thumb, gesturing for Bastian to come forward. Bastian moved to the other side of the table and wrapped his hand around my throat, and then his lips were on mine.

Consumed by all of their delicious scents, I drank them in, loving the feel of their hands, tongues, and mouths on my body. After I came on Marcello’s tongue, he looked up at me and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Damian and Bastian still had their hands all over me. I was on the verge of another orgasm, so close as Damian bit my nipple and Bastian pinched my clit.

Then Damian was between my thighs, giving me a satisfied smile before his tongue glided over my hot flesh. Bastian went back to rubbing my clit, while Marcello switched between massaging my breast and sucking on my nipple. I took Marcello’s hand, and he plunged two fingers inside my wetness.

I could feel Marcello’s fingers matching the rhythm of Damian’s tongue. Then Marcello’s lips were on mine again as Bastian sucked on my nipples. All of their names slipped from my mouth, one after the other. I’d never felt more worshiped in my life, and they had praised my body a lot over the past few months.

For what felt like hours, I kissed, licked, and tasted all of them. They made room for Luca, parting to his sides as if this were the real ceremony. My men looked so sexy, covered in sweat, their hair messy and wild from me tugging on it.

On the night ofLegare, I would share this part of myself with the Knights, bound to them forever. The ceremony meant more to my guys than a marriage. In their minds,Legarewas the ultimate joining of the five of us. It removed all the barriers between us, breaking down our walls. I knew I could trust them with my life, and they would start trusting me with their secrets.

Luca spread my thighs with his big hands and stood between them. His hands roamed through my hair, tugging on my curls right before he kissed me. Each kiss was rough and aggressive, like he wanted to take out all of his frustration on me. Seeing me with his brothers must have riled him up, forced the monster to come out and play.

Luca kissed me like he wanted to suck the air from my lungs. And with each kiss, we fought a war with our tongues, conquering one another. As our lips separated, he grabbed my hair, tilting my head up as I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft. He grunted with each stroke and tightened his grip on my hair.

Luca squeezed my throat, kissing me so hard and fast I moaned into his mouth. He drove me wild, teasing me, taking his sweet ass time. I loosened my hold on him, and his eyes lowered to my hand on his thick cock. He pushed my hand away, and in one quick thrust, he filled me.

His fingers trailed up and down my thigh as he fucked me as if possessed. When Luca lost himself in me, there was no turning back. He had to work through his inner demons while I let him play with mine.

He lifted my legs over his shoulders, pumping into me so hard he shattered my existence. It was a high unlike any other, a sensation that made my skin tingle. Luca looked insane when our eyes met. Fire raced down my arms and legs, my heart pounding in my chest.

I came once, twice, three times until I lost count. He was wild and out of control, a man on a mission to ruin his queen. Before he came, he pulled out of me and lifted me off the table, carrying me in his arms across the room.

“Luca, where are we going?”

“Shh, baby.” He rubbed my back with his palm. “You’ll like this.” Then he set me down and glanced over his shoulder at Bastian. “Grab the rope.”

My eyes widened at his words. “Rope. For what?”

He grinned like an evil mastermind. “You’ll see.”

Bastian gathered a handful of rope from a pirate’s chest on the opposite side of the room. A shiver of fear and excitement rushed down my arms, all the way to my toes. I knew Bastian liked bondage, and Damian was definitely into rough, kinky shit. But I hadn’t experienced all of their dark desires at the same time.

Bastian threw the long rope over a wooden ceiling beam and tied knots to secure it in place. I stared at him, my mouth hung open, slightly terrified of what would come next. Before I could get out a word, Damian scooped me into his arms and raised me so Bastian could tie each of my wrists above my head.

“Guys, seriously, I don’t know about this.” I glanced down at them, biting my bottom lip. “I don’t know if I’m ready for whatever you have planned for me.”

“Don’t knock it before you try it, Cherry.” Bastian lifted my right thigh and pressed hot kisses to my skin. His eyes met mine for a split second, and then he licked me straight down the center, ripping a moan from my throat. “You’ll like the dark side. It’s more fun.”

Damian clutched my other thigh to hold me in place. He stroked my slit with his long finger, staring up at me as he licked his blood-red lips. “It’s not too late to run, Pet. But just know, we will always find you.”

Marcello moved between them, his hair unruly and falling onto his tanned forehead. He looked at me with hunger in his eyes and desire written all over his face. “I won’t let them hurt you, princess.” His hand slid up my thigh. “Do you trust me?”

I nodded. “Always.”

“Good.” He kissed my pussy like he was making love to it, sweet and slow and so damn sensual I almost forgot I was hanging from a ceiling beam. “Relax, princess. We’re gonna make you feel good.” Marcello’s eyes met mine. “Can you do that for me?”

I would have done anything for him.

“Yes,” I whispered.

Since Marcello was the one to calm me down, he got me first. He wrapped my legs around his back, breaching my folds with his big cock. Stretching me out, he rocked back and forth, fucking me hard, but not too hard. I figured he was easing up on me, since he knew his brothers would be rough.

His cock worked my inner walls, massaging me so good I couldn’t think about anything other than the feeling of him inside me. I moaned his name, my sole focus on him and the mind-blowing orgasm that shattered me.

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