Page 92 of Beautiful Sinners

I cry out when he enters me, the pressure and sense of fullness unimaginable because I can’t spread my legs apart.

“Tristan, I can’t.” My vision glazes with a haze of pleasure and pain.

He sucks my tongue into his mouth, kissing me into submission. “You were made for me, Red. You’ll take it all.”

He pushes in even deeper, which shouldn’t be possible. I feel his cock pulse inside me like a heartbeat, and my core tightens around him.

Resting his forearms against the wall, he grabs my face between both hands. “Swear you’ll never leave. No matter what. Swear it.”

It’s an easy promise to make. They own me. Body, heart, and soul.

“I swear,” I gasp.

And then, Tristan fucks me, hard and fast, until I explode on a long, convulsive moan that echoes around the room. White obscures my vision when the coil of tension breaks, and I come harder than I ever thought possible.

Our eyes remain tethered as I ride out my orgasm and feel the warmth of his release penetrating deep when he follows right behind me. Absolutely spent, I go limp against him, a quivering mess of satiated woman who just got savagely taken against the bedroom door.

“I love hearing you moan my name.”

He caresses my breast, pinching and pulling at the nipple, then takes the tight rosy nub into his mouth, sucking hard.

I play my fingers through his hair and kiss the top of his head. “I love feeling you come inside me.”

I almost jump out of my skin when someone bangs on the door.

“That was pathetic. You lasted less than two minutes,” Hendrix shouts.

“Fuck you!” Tristan shouts back when Hendrix starts laughing. “A man who can give his woman an orgasm in under two minutes knows what he’s doing.”

“I bet I can beat that. Now open the fucking door.”

“Hold on!” Tristan brushes a kiss on my lips. “I know we have a lot of things we need to talk about, but are we good?”

“Yeah, we’re good.”

I shudder when he pulls out, and promptly pull my jeans up. I may love how it feels when the guys come inside me, but I don’t care much for the mess it makes.

The door bumps against my ass when Hendrix pushes on it. “Hurry up.”

Tristan mutters a few choice expletives as he moves me out of the way.

Hendrix’s blond head pokes through the gap. When he sees we’re clear, he flings it the rest of the way open.

“Come here, Trouble.”

It takes two steps before I’m in his arms and kissed senseless.

“I’m sure T’s dick made it clear, but don’t ever do that again.”

I don’t mean to laugh, but it splutters out of me. “I won’t. I’m so sorry.”

Apologizing to them isn’t enough for what I did, but it’s a start. And there’s one more person who needs to hear it.

“Where’s Constantine?”

As soon as I say his name, I hear the thud of footsteps coming up the stairs. Hendrix sets me down, and I rush out of the room.

Constantine stops at the top of the stairs when he sees me. His hair is mussed and sticking up all over the place, and he’s wearing an aggravated scowl.

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