Page 69 of Deviant Knight

“Itshouldbe hers to take, but you’re right,” I admit. “I do, and I will make her uncle bleed from every pore on his wrinkled body. But first, we need her to tell us everything they did.”

My anger flares, combining with the heat wafting off my scorching body.

Leaning further into me, Dom steals my lips and forces his tongue inside my mouth. Only he’s not being his usual, ruthless self. His kiss is slow and measured. It feels like Pop Rocks are going off on my tongue. His lips are sugary sweet and his tongue even sweeter, telling me he ate a Tootsie Pop in the last half hour.

The sound of something squirting from a bottle tells me he brought lube and planned to fuck me when he walked in. He lifts my right leg, and when the tip of his dick touches the opening to my asshole, my fingers gather the bedcovers between them, fisting as he slides inside me.

My legs spread wider as my feet locate his hips. This is usually where he starts gyrating and tearing my ass apart. But that isn’t what he’s doing. He rocks inside me and then pulls back slowly. Before I can wrap my head around what’s going on, there’s a whimper from somewhere else in the room.

Domenico’s lips leave mine, then he turns his head away from me with my gaze following. Ciera is standing in the doorway, watching us, her cheeks red and her chest lifting and falling with each heavy breath she takes.

“Come here, pet. Take your clothes off. Every last stitch.” Domenico’s voice is rough and lethal, nothing like the out-of-control feeling that crawls up my spine.

Ciera obeys. I want to watch her, but the pull Dom has on my eyes keeps them locked on where he’s going in and out of my ass too fucking slowly that I’m barely hanging on. The fabric of the comforter between one set of my fingers rip, tearing with the amount of abuse I’m giving it.

He wanted to hate fuck. This is not hate fucking. Not even close.

Goddamn, this is more.

He can’t fucking do this to me, yet my voice won’t tell him to stop as he pushes in before sliding back out. My hands aren’t forcing his hips to move faster like I should be doing. Dom keeps pushing in and then pulls back out, only to go right back to slowly entering me again.

Jesus fuck, it feels good.

“Crawl on the bed, Ciera.”

If she follows his order, I don’t know because all I can see through my haze is him as his eyes drive inside of mine, giving me too much at one time.

“Come here,” he says. “Come take his dick like a good little girl,wife.”

My back falls to the bed as her curvy body straddles me. My head stays upright, watching as her tight pussy slips over my dick like her body was meant to take me inside of hers. Dom’s dick is pleasure and pain simultaneously, whereas her pussy is a drug I never want to come down from. Together they feel incredible.

Dom grips her hips.

“Move with me, sweetheart.” He guides her up and down. When he enters me, her pussy drops, sucking all of me into her. When he pulls out, he slaps her hip. My dicks loses her warmth as he takes her opening to the tip of my shaft. “Lean over, Ciera. Kiss him and own his mouth like your good little pussy owns his dick.”

Her long hair falls around me, then her soft lips are on mine, devouring me like the fucking sex goddess she is. She nips my bottom lips, then her tongue dives inside my mouth before I push into hers.

The smack echoes off the walls at the sound of Domenico’s palm connecting with Ciera’s ass. A moan vibrates down my throat while her silken walls clench around my dick, forcing my eyes to snap open and lock with the wide-eyed shock in hers that’s less than an inch from mine.

“Spank her again,” I order, speaking to Dom while staring into Ciera’s beautiful irises. “Harder this time. Her pussy squeezes my dick so good.”

I’m done with this being their plaything and letting them both own me. It’s time I get in the game and fuck them just as thoroughly.

I push up, holding myself and Ciera with my hands pushed into the bed. Rocking my hips, I push my ass down Dom’s dick as I bounce Ciera up my shaft in the same motion. She breathes, and her head falls back to her shoulders. Domenico grunts and then shoves back through me.

The cracking sound of Dom’s hand coming down onto her flesh sends sparks up my spine and down to the tip of my dick. It sparks a fire in her eyes, but that could be my reflection through her pretty green irises.

“Put one of the knives in her hand,” Dom says, his pace finally picking up speed.

Feeling around to the end of the bed, I find the hilt of the blade and flip the handle around to face her as I hold it out for her to take. Her eyes widen and her head shakes.

Jolting my dick forward, I lean closer to Ciera.

“Do as you’re told, kitten,” I whisper against the shell of her ear as I hold Dom’s stare that would make the devil himself shudder with fright.

After she reluctantly takes the blade, Dom’s lips spread as he lifts his arm and flips his palm face up. “Cut me, pet.”

“What?! No.” She refuses, but with his other hand, he wraps his fingers around her neck and pulls her chest against his.

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