Page 47 of Charming Cruel Boys

He glares at me and then at Duke. “I’m not fucking leaving unless it’s to get her some pain pills or ice cream.”Then he turns back to the TV and settles deeper into the couch.

Now, I know my hormones are wild right now, but holy fuck, I could literally forgive everything he’s ever done and propose to him after a sentence like that.Down, girl.

Duke ignores him and pulls me into his lap, my back to his chest and his lips brushing my ear. “Suit yourself, brother. I know just the trick to ease my girl’s pain, but she might stab you in the eye if you ruin it.” Then Duke slides his hands down my stomach, applying gentle pressure over my ovaries before using one hand to pull my knee out wide and slipping the other hand into my sweatpants. My head falls back against Duke’s shoulder the second he circles my clit.

“There you go, baby. I’ll fix it,” he whispers into my ear, and I whimper. My cramps are rolling in brutal waves, and my abs tense as another one crashes into me. Duke eases two fingers into my pussy, not giving a single damn about the blood. Good thing I was too lazy to mess with a tampon this morning and just went for a pad.

He picks up his pace, rubbing his palm on my clit and fingering me with deep, intense thrusts. My body starts to loosen as the pleasure overrides the pain and a low moan slips through my lips.

Knight curses and I crack my eyes open to see him fisting his hands in his jeans, his erection painfully evident through the denim. His jaw is clenched and he’s watching me with a heated gaze. As I start to roll my hips, chasing the high Duke’s giving me, Knight snaps. He frantically unzips his jeans and pulls his cock out, rubbing his thumb over the black piercing on the ridge of the head.

“Oh, fuck, you like that, don’t you?” Duke mutters roughly beneath me. “Watching Knight fuck his fist has you squirming, baby.”

“Mm-hmm,” I moan because I don’t have it in me to deny it. Knight is an asshole, but he’s hot, and the way his fist pumps up and down that rock hard dick has me drooling, desperate for release.

“You keep your fucking eyes open and on me then, Remi. You let Duke play with that pussy and you watch me get off until you’re screaming in pleasure. We’re not leaving this couch until you feel better,” Knight demands breathlessly.

Duke picks up his pace until I’m writhing and mumbling incoherent things. I keep my eyes on Knight, flicking between his face as it contorts in pleasure and his dick as he pumps it furiously. He groans, his muscles tensing and his cock throbbing. Jets of cum erupt, coating his stomach and fist, and he exhales heavily, still holding my eye contact with an unreadable expression.

It only takes a few more seconds for my entire body to melt and turn into a gooey puddle. I whimper and moan and curse as my climax peaks, and then my body goes slack in Duke’s arms. He gently pulls his hand from my pants, humming appreciatively under his breath and pressing kisses to my neck. “Feeling better?” he asks cockily.

“Much. There’s only one more thing I need,” I tell him, turning and stealing a quick kiss from his delectable lips.

“What’s that, sweet girl? I’ll give you anything.”

“To return the favor,” I say, trying my best to sound sexy instead of tired and freshly finger fucked. Duke knows how volatile I get on my period. He helped me through a couple when we dated before so he knows I’m not usually up for playing unless it’s sure to alleviate my pain. We both know a blowjob does shit all for me, but what can I say? I’m feeling generous. He smirks at me and cocks a brow, and I take it as a challenge.

Sliding from his lap, I settle on my knees in front of him and palm his erection through his pants. I ease Duke’s jeans open and push them down until his mouthwatering dick springs out. With a delicate hand, I wrap my fingers around it and give it a few pulls before I close my mouth around the tip and suck. Duke and Knight both groan as my cheeks hollow out, and I have to fight hard not to preen like an idiot.

Duke thrusts up into my mouth as he gets closer to the edge, and when I relax my throat and take him as far as I can, he loses his damn mind. He keeps my head down with a hand on the back of my neck and empties himself of every last drop with a guttural groan.When he releases me, I slump back against the coffee table, taking in deep lungfuls of air with a smile on my face.

“Well, this was a blast, but I’ve gotta go,” Knight says in a bored tone, getting up from the couch and avoiding my eye. Right before he leaves the room, he turns and says, “I’ve watched cheap porn better than that. I was curious if that could do it for me, but I had to imagine another chick to get off.” He shrugs and smiles menacingly at me. “At least I know now. Won’t waste my time watching the two of you again.”

Duke grabs a throw pillow and chucks it at the back of his brother’s head as Knight leaves.

I shake my head with a huff of breath. “One second he hates me, then the next he acts like he wants me. It’s getting exhausting.”

“I know,” Duke says with a sigh. Then he shoots me a fierce smile that has my pussy weeping all over again. “How about we go take a shower and think about how to make that son of a bitch crack?”

I shoot to my feet, taking Duke’s hand and yanking him up. “Yes, please,” I whisper against his lips. No way am I going to miss the opportunity to lather Duke’s glorious body with soap and let him play with me under the water.

My father never leaves school early so that gives us about two hours to mess around. We quickly tidy up the living room, Duke only using his clean hand since the other one is,ahem, out of commission until we take that shower. Then we rush to the bathroom upstairs, and I let Duke explore every inch of my skin under the hot spray.

We don’t end up talking about Knight at all. My lips are too busy getting ravished by his.

32

Knight

EveryminutethatIdon’t confess everything to Remi kills me. Her kind eyes and sultry voice live in my mind. I guess that’s as good as it can get for me.She thinks I hate her. I’ve proven as much. I’m a good fucking actor. I wish I could tell her it’s not true. That I crave her like an addict craves his next hit. That even if we’re arguing and I’m cutting her down with my words, I still relish in the time I get with her.Fuck, I even like our fighting. Nothing gets me hard the way a pissed off Remi does. I only wish we could have angry makeup sex every time.

I need a plan because I can only do this for so long. Seeing the way her eyes shut down whenever I’m near makes me feel dangerous. It makes me want to find Charles and choke the life out of him so that I can drop the whole fucking act and have her the way I want. But will she want me by then?

We’re at the end of September, and graduation is in eight months. Can the three of us survive eight months? Will Remi wait for me that long or will she grow tired of the push and pull between us and give up?

That thought scares me. But what’s worse is the risk I’d be taking if I saidfuck itand gave in to her now. Because Charles isn’t a man with empty threats. If I step one toe out of line, he’ll rain hell down on me. On Duke. He’ll shatter my family and sell Remi to some asshole, and we’ll never have another chance.

As I’m tearing my hair out over this fucking mess, flinging off my football gear, and trying not to think about the fun we all had on the couch earlier today, Duke walks into my room without knocking.

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