Page 93 of Dukes of Peril

Pushing up, I twist to meet his gaze, but Nick’s already yanking me up against his body, hand gripping my chin for a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss.

He never even closes his eyes.

“That’s my good girl,” he says, pushing his hips into mine. When my mouth drops open in ecstasy, he takes the opportunity to slide two of his fingers through my lips, the pads salty on my tongue. After a moment, he moves his gaze to Sy. “You want to know the best part about fucking her?”

Sy’s expression shutters, eyes fixed to the way my mouth is wrapped around Nick’s fingers. “What?” he asks, voice curt and cold.

Nick smirks. “The look on her face when she takes your cock? It’s as close to being powerless as she’ll ever let you see her.” He turns, lips grazing over my cheek as I tip my head back on his shoulder, moaning. “That’s the secret, you know. It’s not flowers or fancy dates. It’s seeing her like this and knowing the value of it. Respecting it. Waiting to be given something instead of just taking it by force. It took me a while to get it, too.”

I look down at Sy through heavy eyelids, Nick hard and full inside me, and see the moment it finally clicks. Nick knows. He knows the same way Sy now knows, and how Remy beside us came to understand it, as well.

I’ve never given myself to anyone the way I’ve given myself to these men.

Nick finally relents with his teasing, grabbing my hips and punching into my body with a relentlessness that makes me fold. When I bow my back, desperate to get more of him, Sy’s hands are the ones to find me, framing my face as he rises to push a kiss to my mouth. It’s slow and sweet, a stark contrast to the jolts of my body as his brother fucks me hard, knocking me and Sy together in an unforgiving tempo.

It’s a battle not to come, my fingers twisting frantically in the sheets as each slam of Nick’s hips sends my clit grazing against the hard shaft of Sy’s cock. The only thing that staves it off is opening my eyes to meet Sy’s, letting myself get lost in the ocean of blue.

Nick feels animalistic when he comes, slamming into me with a snarl as his cock surges. For a long moment, everything goes still as he fills me up, pumping me with slick heat. I feel the tension draining out of him with each jerk of his cock, even though my own muscles are still coiled tight, clit so sensitive that a strong gust of air could probably send me over the edge.

“Nick,” I rasp, rocking back into him. It sends my clit skating over Sy’s length and I shudder, forehead dropping to Sy’s sternum. “Please…”

Nick’s hand caresses the curve of my ass as he pulls out, saying, “Remy. It’s time.”

My brain is so hyperfocused on my aching core that it doesn’t even occur to me it could be time for anything else but a nice, hard orgasm.

And then Sy lurches up, saying, “Hey! What the fuck?”

“Stay still, fucker.” Remy’s voice is low and strained, and when I finally lift my head to see what’s going on, he’s wrestling a pair of cuffs around Sy’s wrists, the chain threaded through a slat in the headboard. With one last grunt, Remy closes the cuff, backing away from the bed with a glare. “Jesus, try to get a brother laid and how does he repay you?”

Sy stares over his head at the cuffs, tugging futilely. “This isn’t funny,” he barks, swinging his glare on Nick, who’s currently wiping off his dick with one of Sy’s towels. “Nick. Take them off.”

“Nope,” Nick replies, tossing the towel aside. His face is flushed nicely, eyes soft in that special post-fuck way. “Here’s the thing, big brother. Our girl wants your dick, and you obviously want to give it to her, but all you’ve been doing is getting hornier and hornier.”

Flopping back to the bed, Remy kicks up a knee, already looking half asleep. “We’re here to make sure you lay that pipe responsibly.”

I look at Sy, who’s finally stopped struggling against the cuffs, and I imagine it. Taking his cock. Sinking down. Watching the look on his face when he can’t move.

Unthinkingly, I grind down, pussy clenching on the emptiness Nick’s left me with.

Sy tenses, eyebrows knitting together. “Yeah?” When he speaks, I know it’s only meant for me. “This is doing it for you?”

I nod, rocking my hips. “Do you…? Want to?”

“So fucking much.” Raw heat flickers across his face, that look he gets right before he succumbs to the thing he loves the most, losing control. This way we can both get what we want.

Finally.

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Sy

She’s a goddess.

I’ve never seen anything so sexy in my whole goddamn life, Lavinia straddling me as her pussy, slick with cum and her own hot arousal, grinds across the length of my dick. It’s not just her pussy, though. It’s her tits, supple and full, right in front of my face. It’s the notch her teeth dig into her lip as she rocks against me. It’s the way she gazes down at me, so full of rawwantthat it makes my toes curl against the instinct to shove my hips up.

“Lav,” I pant, wanting to reach for her face, but feeling the cuffs restraining me. “Please.”

Her mouth parts on a moan, because of course she’d get off on me begging for it. Tied up. Helpless. So horny that my dick surges with another stream of precum. My secret is that it doesn’t matter how she takes it, only that she does. She can tie me up, make it hurt, bring me to the edge of insanity and shove me off the peak, and it’d all be the same to me, so long as I getinside.

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