Page 33 of Vicious Intentions

My climax left me exhausted and unable to think clearly. Hunter continued to hold me, plunging slow and easy as I struggled to control my breathing.

“My turn,” Cristiano demanded, pushing Cain aside, then forcing my legs around his hips. “No pretense, baby. I take what I want.” He wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, rubbing the tip up and down my slickened pussy, then plunged every inch inside.

My muscles immediately reacted as they’d done with Cain’s, clamping around the delicious thick bulge, pulling it in as deeply as possible. His eyes were almost unrecognizable when he lifted his head, taking shallow breaths as he studied me. Then he smiled, and I thought the entire world was going to burn down.

“Okay, little lamb,” Hunter said breathlessly as he shoved hair away from the back of my neck. “We’re going to make you feel even better.”

As both men began developing a rhythm of their own, as if playing a priceless instrument, I was thrown by how much the entire situation intrigued me. Did they really believe I would belong to all three of them? Did they see this as long term?

Revenge.

Remember, it’s all about revenge.

My inner voice was right, but what if what we shared could be more? I refused to allow worries about something I had no control over to ruin the moment. I lolled my head against Cristiano’s shoulder as both men fucked me. I’d never felt so full in my entire life. I dragged my tongue across my parched lips, then around Cristiano’s mouth. He allowed me to tease his tongue, as I swept mine back and forth across his.

When Hunter eased his arms around me, cupping both breasts, I knew I’d died and gone to heaven. There could be nothing more explosive and wonderful than having three men pleasure me at the same time. Nothing.

“Such a bad girl,” Hunter whispered. “Taming you will be delicious.”

Taming me. Crazy visions rushed into the back of my mind, the kind that could very well turn into a naughty story. “Yes.”

“At least she admits it,” Cristiano said casually before crushing his mouth over mine. Together the three of us developed a rhythm that could rival anything. I could sense Cain was watching, always observing.

And he didn’t necessarily like what he saw.

As the delicious moments continued, I raked my nails down Cristiano’s back. I could tell both men were losing control at the same time. I bucked against their hold which seemed to surprise them, their actions becoming even more brutal. Together, we were shot into a moment of euphoria.

“Fuck. I can’t hold it,” Hunter snarled.

“Then don’t, brother. Come for us, baby girl.” Cristiano’s voice opened another wicked well of darkness.

As I stared into his eyes, I followed his command, the three of us climaxing at the same time.

This wasn’t just heaven. This was the beginning of the descent into Hell.

They held onto me for a couple minutes, both nuzzling against my neck. I wanted to believe they cared about me, but I knew better. This was the beginning of a nightmare, even if my heart didn’t want to believe it.

As my senses slowly started to return, I pushed my hands against Cristiano with enough force that he lifted his head, his eyes searching mine.

“We’re just getting started, sweetheart.” Now his words seemed like more of a threat.

They eased me down, allowing me to walk away, and I immediately jerked my dress from the floor, covering myself as I tried to slide into it. I was shaking all over, stunned by the revelation of what had just happened. Another wave of anger and hate tore through me, but remnants of pure pleasure remained.

I hated myself because of it.

Cain studied me with the intensity of a lion. “He’s right, our little pet. The night is still young.”

“I need to leave,” I told him defiantly, remorse kicking in.

He started to swagger close to me. Then there was a sudden knock on the door and he snarled.

“You guys better get downstairs,” a voice said seconds later.

“What the hell?” Hunter asked, immediately grabbing his trousers while I forced my stiff muscles to help me slide the dress over my shoulders.

Another wave of humiliation set in, my throat tightening.

“There’s a fire.” It was obvious by the man’s deep, shaking voice that it was a serious situation.

---