Page 209 of Entangled

“Don’t you agree, sweet girl? You’ll let him use that pussy, won’t you?”

Her eyes soften on Lucien, some of the devastation easing from her features. Her thighs widen even further.

“Please, Lucky. Use me. I— I won’t try to come.” Her face fills with determination. “I won’t come.”

My heart squeezes. She so easily finds her bravery for others.

If only she could see it.

Lucky kneels between her legs, staring at her, his hands hovering over her like he doesn’t know where to start.

“Fuck her, Lucien. Take what you want. She’s your reward. Enjoy her how you please,” I order.

The tether snaps, and he shoves her thighs painfully wide, then fucks into her in one thrust. He bends his head into the crook of her neck for a moment as he gasps at the relief of her sweet cunt squeezing him.

I kneel.

Before Lucien can get too comfortable, I reach between his legs and untie the hair band from around his balls. Crying out, he presses in deep into Eden’s pussy, as if the soft, soaking pliancy might ease the hurt as the blood rushes back in.

“Fuck, fuck,” he swears, his voice teary and vulnerable.

His hands start traveling everywhere, all over her, grasping and pinching and stroking.

“You feel so good,” he groans to her. “I’m sorry, beautiful. I can’t be gentle. I need it. I’m sorry but I need it.”

He grabs her hips and starts fucking her hard, and Eden sobs, writhes, but between the two of them, she has nowhere to go.

Settled behind Lucien, my eyes are locked on his ass as it flexes with his efforts. My blood roars in my ears, and my body beats a war drum, demanding its need to finally, violently stake my claim. This won’t last long.

Beau leans down and tugs at her dress, then tosses me a bottle.

I’m so caught up in fighting my own lust that I almost miss the catch. But I’m grateful for it. There may be some flavors of sadist who enjoy that brand of pain, but I am not one of them. It’s too indelicate, too hazard prone. There are better kinds of pain than that.

“I love you,” Lucky sobs against Eden’s neck, and she shudders under him, releasing a sharp cry that’s full of inconsolable pain and brutal desire.

My hands shake on the bottle as Lucien’s thrusts grow frantic.

“Don’t you come now, darlin’. You’ve been doing so well. You can hold on just a little bit longer.” Beau catches her hands, twining her fingers in his and holding her steady. His hooded eyes are tender on her strained, red face.

Tears stream down her cheeks, and my cock swells. She’s so helpless right now. So perfectly at our mercy. She’s been broken in, slaved to pleasure, and the cruel, vicious part of me that usually wants to hurt and hurt badly, is oddly contented.

I coat myself in the slippery, cold lube, anticipation hitting me hard and hot and low in my abdomen.

Lucien’s reddened, abused ass and her tortured face are more than satisfying. They thrill me. The sight of them all together fills me viscerally. My Lucien and my Eden and my dear friend, lost in a wonderful storm of aching love and sweet pain.

After squirting another generous dollop of lube into my hand, I drop the bottle. Leaning over Lucien, I plant a hand on his back, pressing him tight against Eden. When I’m sure he’ll stay, I pull back and bring my lubed fingers to the shadowed cleft of his ass, coating him in it. Consecrating him.

“Jasper.. . God.Please. I can’t wait anymore.”

Lucien is shaking now, and I lean down, kissing my way up his spine. “I know, love.”

I breach his taut hole with my finger, and we both groan. His ring clamps tight against me in a hungry promise, and inside is satin steel.

“Wh-what does it feel like?”

Eden’s voice is almost unrecognizable, hitching with tears, but she’s watching Lucky’s face with a pained, wondering expression.

Lucky shudders as I add a second finger, then turns his head to look at her. His face is as ruined with tears as hers. “It—Fuck. He’s using his... his fingers, beautiful. It’s so fucking good. You know how good.”

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