Page 41 of Pretty Vengeful Queen

I’m barely stroking them anymore, just letting them both fuck my hands while they fingerfuck my pussy.

They’reowningme, and I would’ve already crumpled to the floor in a whining, whimpering pile of need if they weren’t still holding me up between their hard, straining bodies.

The invigorating rush of power I felt as I pushed Maddoc earlier and got pushed right back melts away into something that’s both hotter and sweeter. I fucking love the feel of their cocks in my hands. The ragged sound of their breath and the filthy curses they drop as we all work each other up. But I’ve been strong for too fucking long, and like Maddoc said, I’m where I belong now.

I’m not alone anymore. I’m theirs, and I want them to take me.

I don’t want to be defiant; I want to be dominated.

“Fuck, princess, you’re so fucking sexy like this,” Dante mutters, pumping himself into my hand as he holds me against him. “I need my cock inside you.”

“Not before I taste her,” Maddoc growls, sliding his fingers out of my pussy and shoving them into my mouth.

The flavor of my own sex overwhelms me. My eyes go wide and my core clenches tight, and the filthy smile Maddoc gives me when I clean my own arousal off his fingers, sucking them like a cock and stroking them with my tongue, is fucking everything.

“You can put your cock right here,” he says to Dante, slowly slipping his fingers out. Then, to me, “Get on the bed.”

He tosses me onto the mattress without waiting, then manhandles me into position with my head hanging over the edge and my body splayed out like a buffet on the mattress. I’ve been naked and on display for more men than I can count, but right here, right now, the way they both look at me makes me feel wanton and powerful and sexy as hell.

“Look at you,” Dante says, fisting his cock as he lets his eyes roam over me. “Gonna remember this view right here forever, princess.”

I turn my head toward the mirror, and he’s right. The sight of the three of us sears into my memory forever. Especially when Maddoc crawls onto the bed like a fucking predator, spreading my legs apart to make room for himself, and settles between them with a look on his face like he’s about to feast.

I grip the bedspread, my fingers digging into it, and then he does. He uses his thumbs to part my slick folds, meets my eyes in the mirror for a moment, and then fucking devours me.

“Shit, god, yes, please,” I pant, my thighs shaking around his wide shoulders as he eats me out like he’s been starving for it.

“Yeah,” Dante mutters, licking his lips and stalking closer. “Fuck yeah.” He keeps one hand on his cock and wraps his other around my throat, stroking it and anchoring me in place as Maddoc’s sinful mouth makes me crazy. “Look at the way you move. Watching you come apart is fucking art, princess.”

Filthy, obscene sounds tumble out of me as the rough rasp of Maddoc’s jaw scrapes against my inner thighs, his insistent mouth pulling my orgasm closer and closer to the surface with every lick, suck, and bite.

“So fucking wet,” he mutters against me, the vibration of his low voice sending a fresh shudder of need through me as he twists his head from side to side, inhaling my scent. “You’re delicious.”

“Damn right, she is,” Dante agrees, his eyes roaming over me like a heated caress. He starts stroking himself again, his cockhead turning an angry red in his fist with every upstroke. “And like you said, Madd, she’s fucking addictive.”

I feel the same about him. I can’t look away from his cock, and when Dante grins down at me, no doubt reading me just as easily as he always does, my mouth starts literally watering for a taste of him.

He rubs his cockhead against my cheek like a fucking tease, painting me with his precum, but before I can chase his cock with my mouth, he uses it to nudge my face to the side, forcing my eyes toward the mirror again.

“Look, princess.”

I obey him, and my breath catches in my throat as the desire already burning inside me turns into a white hot flame.

Dante is fucking gorgeous. He stands right over me, all muscle and ink and masculine beauty, his muscular ass flexing in the mirror as he slowly rubs off against my face. Maddoc looks like an alpha beast with his head buried between my legs and his naked body—covered in bold lines and brutal scars—a testament to the power he’s carved out for himself in this city. And then there’s me, spread between them like some kind of sacrificial offering on an altar, here for the two of them to use. Here for the two of them to worship.

Then Maddoc’s lips close around my clit, sucking hard as he pounds his fingers into my pussy, and my eyes squeeze closed as a scream tears out of my throat, pleasure ripping through me so hard that I shatter.

I clamp my legs around Maddoc’s shoulders as I come, my back arching so hard I almost fly off the bed. He makes an utterly filthy sound and laps it up, his wicked tongue working overtime as he pushes me even higher, making the aftershocks come hard and fast until it’s almost too much. Until it feels like I’ll never stop coming.

But then Dante fists my hair hard and my eyes snap open from the delicious burst of pain, my body still writhing as I pant through the waves of pleasure and stare up at him.

He stares down at me with the same burning intensity, and I strain upward, chasing his cock. The angle is wrong and my body is still pulsating with pleasure, but I don’t care. I want it.

Dante’s grip on my hair is too tight for me to reach it though, and with Maddoc still holding me down, holding me in place as he laps at my pussy like a man obsessed, I can’t do anything but writhe, pant, and beg.

“Dante.”

He shares a weighted look with Maddoc, and then, without a word passing between them, they’re manhandling me again. Maddoc pulls back, his arms sliding under my thighs to lift me and push me forward, and Dante guiding my head, adjusting it to hang more fully off the bed.

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