Page 156 of Dukes of Peril

Sweet.Jesus.

I didn’t even know that was a thing.

But that’s Lavinia Lucia, the bearer of surprises.

It’s my turn to distract her as Nick and Remy fill her up, working their way inside her at the same time. It’s hard to decide where to look. Her lips are stretched wide around my cock, but her body is making these small, testing hitches of movement against them. It’s the way she looks, eyebrows knitting together as she tries so hard to take them inside, that makes my fingers claw divots into the upholstery.

“Nick?” I ask, voice thin and worn. “You in there?” I can tell he is, not just from the rush of air that leaves him, but the way she clamps down on my head and gives a sharp, tugging suck.

My balls may explode before this whole thing is over.

Nick answers with a rough, “Yeah,” and glides a palm down her spine, nudging his hips into her ass. “Remy?”

He gives Nick a tight nod, thighs flexing as he plants his feet, rocking up at the same time Nick’s back curves, shoving into her.

She cries out around my cock, and I take her hand in mine, lacing our fingers together. “Fuck, look at you. You’re such a good girl for us.” She surges up at the praise, lips sliding wetly up my cock, before falling back into Remy’s lap.

Remy grunts, digging his fingers into her hips. “That’s right. Show us how you want it, baby.”

There’s something about this moment. Watching my two brothers take our girl like this. I don’t know when it happened, but at some point, we all stopped fighting each other, and now this just feels right. The familiarity, the cohesion that was missing for so long, is present in every movement. Remy thrusting up on Nick’s backstroke, Nick driving forward when Remy eases down, the press of Remy’s lips against Lavinia’s throat as she sucks me.

If we can dothis,share this woman, this Queen, I truly believe we can do anything.

Even change Forsyth for the better.

I grip her neck, running my hand up and down the column of it, keeping her eyes focused on me as Nick punches into her with an agonized sound. He’s nothing but power, taut muscle and hard lines. I remember thinking once that Nick would be happiest holding the leash attached to her collar. But the way he looks at her now, the soft desperation in his eyes, I realize it’s not like for him. Not really.

He loves her.

Pretty Nick Bruin isn’t just obsessed. He’s not just coveting.He’s loving.It’s the same love that I feel in every pump of blood. Every time I see her. Feel her.

My cock twitches and I hold back a groan.

Why is love so fucking hot?

“Fuck,” Remy whispers, his green eyes rising to Nick. “You feel me, too?”

“Yeah,” Nick says, his voice strained as he thrusts in opposition to Remy, who turns to run the tip of his nose along the shell of her ear.

“I thought you were tight before, Vinny.” His tongue peeks out to curl against her earlobe and I feel her responding shudder. “Your pussy is goddamn magical.”

“Can you take more, baby?” Nick asks, ignoring Remy. He presses deeper, hips snapping tight, and she pants out against my cock. Eyes flicking up to mine, she gives me a slow, heavy blink.

“She said yes.” I reach out to touch her cheek, feeling the swell of my cock on the other side. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much. Don’t let them hurt you. Understand?”

She gives the barest nod.

Nick pulls back slowly, eyes dropping to watch his cock emerge from her hole, then, jaw going taut, he snaps his hips forward, both him and Remy releasing low grunts. Lavinia reacts with a long keen against my dick, fingers squeezing mine.

“She’s good,” I say when Nick’s dark eyes flick up to mine. “Just take it easy.”

He gains a slow but intense rhythm, pulling back lazily only to punch forward. Every time he does, Remy bucks up with him and a small cry lurches from Lavinia’s throat, muffled around my shaft. I see Nick and Remy watch each other, coordinating, planning these little huffs of air that gust over my cock with every lurch of her body. They look indescribable as they take her, their inked skin and flexing muscles against her soft, delicate skin, and it strikes me that she’s not panicking.

Even though she’s boxed in.

I watch her face as they fuck her, her body loosening with every thrust. The suction of her mouth grows hungrier, greedier, and my hips chase the friction, pushing deeper.Fuck.When her hand reaches for me, wrapping around the iron rod of my cock, I grunt. The added sensation drives me to thrust shallowly against her tongue.

I press a hand on her shoulder and ease off.

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