Page 46 of Bad Men

A weak, wet laugh escaped me. I sniffled and peered down into Nero’s face with a wobbly grin. He returned it by tenderly sweeping a lock of hair behind my ear.

Davien leaned over my back and peppered my shoulder blades with a scattering of light kisses. “Okay?”

I swallowed, my throat absent of all moisture. “Yeah,” I whispered. “It hurts … a lot, but no turning back now.”

“We can stop,” Davien insisted.

I shook my head. “I don’t want to. I’ve wanted this since…” I immediately broke off, realizing how close I’d been to admitting it had been me on Halloween all those years ago. “I’ve wanted this a really long time,” I finished lamely. “Please don’t stop.”

Nero shifted first. He pumped his hips up to meet me. The drive, albeit slow, sent a spark of fire scattering up my spin. His cock nudged Davien’s through the thin membrane separating them, moving him, agitating my raw channel.

I whimpered.

Nero studied my face, assessing and analyzing my every emotion with his second thrust. On the third, Davien joined him. It was clear they’d done this before. They each knew what the other would do before it happened. They moved in perfect synchronicity, taking turns pulling in and out in fluid motion. When Davien pulled, Nero pushed. In no time, they had a rhythm, an effortlessly timed dance that lured my body into participating. My hips shifted, lifting and falling to meet each of them. Their quiet murmurs of encouragement, their every groan in my ear was a drug I couldn’t get enough of. When Davien reached around and skimmed my clit, I came undone. My body shattered into a million pieces of splintered glass.

“Fuck!” My half snarl, half scream sank into Nero’s shoulder with my teeth.

I came with a vicious ferocity that all but ripped me in two. My muscles fisted both men hard enough to still their thrusting. Hands and cocks fought to keep me pinned when I convulsed, losing all control of my limbs. Davien shoved himself in the rest of the way, triggering a rollercoaster of agony that swept me into a second tidal pool of sheer, mindless ecstasy.

“I’m coming!” I wailed into Nero’s shoulder, half mad as a second wave roared up over me. “Don’t stop! I’m coming again. Shit!”

They didn’t.

Nothing after that was gentle. They pounded into me with a savage force I knew would leave bruises in the morning. They slammed into me, driving themselves to join me over my third cliff.

They came with violent howls and snarls. Davien sank his teeth into my shoulder, breaking skin but I felt nothing, except the pulsing of my vagina and ass still stretched around their flaccid penises, and the overwhelming exhaustion that draped over me like a velvet cloud.

Davien withdrew first, his absence leaving a hot path of fire in its wake. My body immediately closed back up, partially relieved to have him out. I heard him pad to the kitchen, heard the snap of rubber being removed, the water running. But I kept my cheek on Nero’s shoulder, eyes closed. I let his rough palms glide across my sweaty back in loving strokes.

“Mia?”

“Mm?” I mumbled, feeling myself drifting.

“Okay, sweetheart?”

I hummed again and slipped into the warm embrace of sleep.

I woke in a bed, cool sheets twisted around my naked torso. I couldn’t recall how I got there, except that I was alone and in a world of pain.

My ass hurt. A lot. My vagina wasn’t doing much better. I considered maybe I’d done too much too soon, but I couldn’t bring myself to regret any of it. I definitely needed a hot bath, maybe a bag of cold peas, but those things could wait while I tried to figure out where I was.

It was an average sized room with blank, white walls and a solitary window over the bed. There were no photos, no knickknacks, not even a sock on the floor to make it appear lived in. Everything was neatly stowed away, except an alarm clock on the nightstand next to the double bed. A dresser was shoved into the corner at the foot of the bed, next to a shut closet door. Otherwise, the space appeared uninhabited.

Lonely.

It wasn’t the sort of place a normal person would consider homey. It was a prison. Yet, without a single clue, I knew it belonged to Nero. His dark, musky scent lingered on the pillow and lay tucked beneath the sheets.

Unable to remain there, I pushed up, wincing as all my muscles screamed in protest. They throbbed as I slipped off the mattress and fashioned a dress from the sheets. My thighs panged with every step in the direction of the door, but it was my sore and brutalized crotch that made every step unbearable.

I definitely needed a bath.

Gritting my jaw, I pushed into the hallway. I recalled the bathroom being on my right. A secondary door stood on my left. I guessed Davien’s room. A smaller, thinner door sat straight ahead, a basic linen closet. But the thing that caught my interest was the lack of anything personal throughout the entire apartment. Like Nero’s room, the walls were all bare. The only things in the corridor were our shoes piled next to the door. The sitting room held a sofa and an armchair in dull, brown, yellow, and orange tones, and a coffee table and a TV. All lived in and worn, but somehow uncared for. All I could think was maybe they’d only just moved in, or they just didn’t care. I would have bet my money on the latter. Neither Nero or Davien seemed like the sort who really needed much. They seemed content to simply be, to exist. I didn’t mind it. I didn’t need much, but I also liked light and colors. I wouldn’t be able to live in such darkness.

Low murmurs guided me in the direction of the living room. The dim, yellow glow spilling into the hallway was the only light in the apartment. I found Nero and Davien seated on the sofa, a cash box open in front of them on the coffee table and wads of bills bundled together by rubber bands stacked neatly along the surface. Davien had a binder open across his thighs, a pen poised over the page while Nero counted each bundle and tucked them back in the metal box.

I took a moment to appreciate how absolutely gorgeous they were, how impossibly breathtaking sitting in the semi darkness, dark heads bent close. Neither wore a top and the full display of muscles under taut, smooth skin had my stomach doing a little flip.

“Hey,” I whispered when neither noticed me in the doorway.

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