Page 25 of Orion Ruined

“Maisy, you’re fully protected in this house,” Logan says calmly. “If he didn’t want you here, you wouldn’t be. His right-hand man, Jonah, wanted to use this room a few days ago and Orion was clear with him about staying away. He doesn’t do that for just anyone.”

The certainty he speaks with is comforting, but ultimately my life’s goal is to right one wrong, not make another one. This is how it started with my sister. It’s all too familiar.

“Please tell me you’re not in on this.” I search for reassurance in Kai’s face, but all I see is his nostrils flaring as he sucks in a breath.

“I never want to hear you ask us anything remotely like that again,” he says in low grumble, then turns and walks into the bathroom.

Logan takes my hand and sits on the edge of the bed, lowering me onto his lap. “Maisy, you don’t understand how we operate. On the face of it, Kai, Orion, and I are mortal enemies in this world. Everyone sees us that way. But the truth is that we’re brothers in blood. We’ve killed together, we’ve tampered with evidence, we’ve threatened and killed snitches and brutally tortured many souls. And when I say many, trust me, that’s a lot. We trust each other with our lives. That’s what integrity is. It means when we speak among ourselves, we speak the truth. You’re the only person ever to see the three of us together and live to see the next day. Why haven’t we killed you? Fuck knows. We enjoy your company. Right now, please forget about Orion. He’ll warm up to you. He’s saved our asses God knows how many times and even if he films us killing someone, it means shit. That will never come back to bite us. If he records us fucking, again, it means nothing.” He presses his lips to mine. “Okay, sweetheart?”

I nod. Logan has a way of convincing me to trust him.

“Now, how do you want to tell the doctor you’re sorry?” He undoes his towel to free his cock and smirks as he fists his hard-on.

I decide to play along and kneel between his legs. “I can’t, Doctor. My tongue hurts.”

“Oh, Maisy. Open wide and take your tongue out. Let me see it.”

I open my mouth and show him as much of my flattened tongue as I can. He lifts his cock and drives my head down, my tongue landing on his balls.

“Suck for a while, let me see how it works.”

I lick and suck his balls until his cock grows to its full length.

“Good, good. That’s a good girl. Now open wide again.”

With my mouth open wide and my tongue out, he slaps his cock against my face, over my forehead, my cheek, while watching me with hooded eyes. “Yes, yesss,” he rasps, and my pussy clenches in anticipation.

When he cannot possibly get any harder, he slides his cock into my throat. Deep. Lucky for him I don’t gag. I take him in fully.

Upon realizing what I can do, he throws his head back. “Oh, sweetheart! You… you…. Yes!”

I swirl my tongue around his head and bob, sucking him. His fingers tangle in my hair, and that’s when he takes over, fucking my mouth, faster, his rock-hard cock swelling even more. He rams me a few more times before stilling inside of me, groaning as he empties his seed deep into my throat. I swallow every drop.

“Sweet Jesus mama!” He collapses back onto the bed, panting. “How is this possible?”

I push myself up onto my feet and wink at him. “Let me apologize to Kai, too.”

I enter the bathroom and see Kai under the shower, leaning with his forearm on the wall. With the other hand, he’s slowly fisting his cock.

I step under the water next to him and lift my head toward the flow, allowing my face and hair to be drenched. A ridge of tattooed abs and pecs fill my vision until he lowers his head and slams his lips against mine. He drinks me up with his might.

What I have with Kai is something special. He feels me, he protects me, and I sense it in every kiss. His need for me.

I peel myself away from him and kneel, the water falling directly onto my face. His cock is sprung up, waiting for me. I open my mouth and take it in, gazing up at him. Our eyes lock as his cock enters my mouth, deep, and the moment his glans touches the back of my throat I close my eyes.

“Eyes on me,” he hisses, making me open them again.

I bob my head on him, throat-deep each time. He’s staring at me with that wild look in his eyes and grunting with each thrust. The sounds coming from him are heaven sent. I’m there, wanting only to please him, and when his hands grip my hair, he takes the lead, quickening the pace. His grunts change into a growl, getting louder and longer until I feel the hot cum shooting down the back of my throat. I swallow it, gulping down every last bit of him.

He’s such a sight to behold, still holding my hair with his hands, his knees slightly bent, his back hunched. I swirl my tongue one last time over his cock, making him shudder, and push myself up to my feet.

Immediately he searches for my lips and kisses me, devouring me as he cups my cunt in his hands, rubbing my swollen clit. I need release badly. He swirls his thumb over my nub and slides two fingers inside my folds, finger-fucking me rapidly while rubbing my clit at the same time, so deftly that my legs start to give out. I have fully surrendered to his mercy.

“You’re so beautiful, Maisy.” His fingers slow down, but I crave my orgasm badly, and buck against his hand.

“What, this?” He rubs harder, then stops again.

“Yes,” I whine. I’m lost. He starts again and jerks his fingers deeper, and rapidly massages my clit until I find my release, gushing like a waterfall. My legs tremble, but he manages to hold me up.

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