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I bend over her again, my lips brushing her ear. “You have five seconds to get the hell away from me before I fuck you.” I straighten up, allowing her the space to push me off and walk away. “Four.”

She tenses.

“Three.”

She plants her hands either side of her chest on the seat, her fingertips digging into the leather.

“Two.”

She doesn’t move another muscle.

I wait for a few beats. Watching her. Assessing her. Wanting her. “One.” I drive inside her tight cunt, bottoming out on the first thrust. Her arousal soaks the full length of my shaft, and her cries pierce the surrounding darkness.

I grab hold of her hips, holding her steady as I pull out and drive back into her, pulling a raspy moan from her throat. “You should have run while you had the chance, Trouble.”

She arches her back. “Just shut the hell up and fuck me.”

Fisting my hand in the hair at the nape of her neck, I pull her head back sharply. The whimper of pain that tumbles from her lips makes my cock throb inside her. I pull out, then thrust back inside in one short, need-filled stroke. Her cunt spasms around me, slicking my length with her juices while she moans and whines like the needy little whore that she is. She hates me as much as I hate her, but the sound of her wet pussy taking my cock is proof enough of the carnal, primitive way her body responds to mine. Motherfucking fuck, I want to fill her cunt so badly. I want her to know nothing but me. Never want her to be fucked again without remembering how completely I own her. Never want her to know a moment’s ecstasy if it’s not tainted with the memory of how wet I make her.

I thrust harder, and her hips and thighs slam against the bike, threatening to topple the huge machine over from the force of how hard I’m taking her. And I’m holding back. Without needing to be asked, Romeo stands on the other side of the bike and holds it steady.

He runs his free hand over Keres’s cheek, and she tries to wrench away from him, but I hold her in place. He laughs darkly. “You have any idea how loud that wet pussy of yours sounds being filled by my buddy’s cock, Fuck-up?”

She gnashes her teeth, trying to take a chunk out of his finger when he brings it too close to her mouth. That only makes him laugh harder. “You do that again, Fuck-up, and I will put that mouth of yours to much better use.”

Her cunt spasms around me at his words, and I chuckle. “Oh, I think she wants you to.” I nail her harder and faster, chasing the release of endorphins that will come from emptying myself inside her tight heat.

Romeo trails his pointer finger over her full pink lips. “Is that true, Keres?”

She tries to bite him again, and his dark eyes flare with desire. He unbuttons his jeans and frees his hard cock in a few fluid movements. Keeping one hand on the bike, he squeezes his shaft and tugs until precum beads on the slit, dripping over his piercing. He tips his head back, a deep groan rolling in his throat.

“You gonna suck his cock while I fuck you over my bike like a greedy little whore?”

She throws me a look over her shoulder and snarls. I roll my hips, sweeping the engorged head of my dick over the sensitive spot deep inside her, the one that makes her mewl like a feral alley cat.

I bite back a smile when her pretty brown eyes roll in her head. “Yeah, you might hate me, but you like that, right?”

“Asshole,” she whimpers before returning her attention to Romeo. The tip of his cock is inches from her face, and I slam into her, forcing her forward. Her lips brush his flesh, and she hums and darts out her tongue to lick his weeping crown. He taps the end of his length on her closed lips and grins at her. “Open up for me, Fireblade.”

Her lips part and he slides inside her, muttering a curse under his breath as she swallows him whole. His eyes meet mine, and we both glance down at her. Damn she looks so fucking good being fucked like this. Like she was born to serve the two of us. Born to be ours to do whatever the fuck we want with. Romeo wipes a stray tear from her cheek, almost reverent in the way that he touches her. My eyes lock on Romeo’s, the blue of his irises obscured almost entirely by his pupils. I bite down on my lip and nod.

He arches an eyebrow. Yeah, we’re doing this, buddy. I release my grip on Keres’s hair and place both hands on her waist, the best place for me to hold while I use her for my own ends. Romeo’s hand takes my place in her hair, and he uses the other one to prevent the bike from falling.

She moans, and the sound travels through her core and directly to the tip of my cock. “You ready to be fucked?” Romeo asks her.

She mumbles something unintelligible, but her pussy squeezes around me like she never wants to let go. He sinks deeper into her throat, and I press my lips to her ear, reveling in the sound of her gagging on his cock. But I don’t want her to freak out and bite him if this gets to be too much. I’m way too fond of his dick to let her do that. “If you need us to stop, tap one of us, okay?”

She murmurs what sounds like her agreement. But she doesn’t tap either of us. I slide out of her slowly, my shaft glistening with her sweet juices, then sink inside her again, all the way to the hilt, filling her channel completely the way she’s filling my fucking head. I hate her, but I need her more than I’ve ever needed anyone or anything. She doesn’t get to make me feel this way and go unpunished. So I fuck her harder than I have ever fucked anyone in my life, nailing her to my bike with brutal, punishing thrusts while Romeo does the same to her pretty throat. And fuck me, but she takes it all without breaking a fucking sweat. And she looks fucking exquisite doing it.

And when she comes apart, squeezing my shaft in her tight cunt and slicking me with her cum, I fall off the cliff right alongside her. As my head spins and my heart threatens to pound out of my chest with the force of the orgasm she wrenched from me, I have a moment of absolute clarity.

Keres Sideris is going to fucking ruin me.

Chapter

Twenty-Six

KERES

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