Page 943 of Lessons in Cruelty

“Fuck him.”

All three turn to look at me. I force a swallow, sounding a hell of a lot more confident than I feel.

“Am I talking too fast, boy?” I ask coldly.

Kai blinks, the anger slowly draining from his face. Something that might have been apprehension replaces it. His mouth is red and wrecked. His chin shines with spit.

“I want you to fuck them both. Hard.”

I don’t even know what I’m asking—what configurations these three are capable of when they’re having sex. But I suddenly have a hundred theories, and my cock is twitching against my fly to find out which of them are correct.

“You heard the Deputy.” He uses his foot to push Haven away from Kai’s dick, then hauls Kai up off the chair by the arm and drags him over to the couch.

He turns him, bends him over the broad leather arm, one big hand flat between Kai’s shoulder blades, and shoves him down hard. Rooke’s hand slides to the back of Kai’s head, smashing his face into the seat cushion so Kai’s ass is up.

My cock is so hard, it hurts. My jaw so tight, there’s no way I can get a single word out.

“Good boy. Now stay.”

Kai’s shaking, glaring at me, but he stays.

“Haven, fetch our things.”

My gaze cuts to Haven as she scrambles up and disappears through a doorway to, I assume, the bedroom. I watch her go, drinking in the sight of her curves. My chest tightens when I see the slick shine between her thighs and how hard her nipples are when she returns.

Jesus…they’re so goddamn obedient.

Rooke carefully slicks two fingers with the lube Haven brought, eyes on Kai the entire time. It’s the only respite Kai gets

“This is such bullshit,” Kai mutters against the leather. “You don’t get to just—Ah! Fuck!”

Rooke forces those two fingers knuckle-deep inside Kai’s asshole. Kai swears through the whole thing while his hips push back onto Rooke’s hand. His mouth says bullshit, but his hole sucks those fingers in to the last knuckle and holds. His rim stretches shiny around those thick fingers.

It looks too small for them.

It takes them anyway.

“Too much. Jesus. Bash, please!”

Rooke scissors him relentlessly, adding a third finger before Kai’s even adjusted to the first two, and then does something deep inside Kai’s hole that makes his knees dip and a broken sound fall out of his mouth.

Without being asked, like they’ve abused Kai like this before and both know the steps, Haven tears open a condom and rolls it onto Rooke’s cock, slicking lube over his shaft until it’s gleaming from base to head.

Rooke notches against Kai’s ass and pushes in, jaw bunching as if he has to fight for every inch.

“It hurts,” Kai gasps. “Fuck, it hurts, you’re too big, Bash. Jesus, stop! Please!”

“Stop isn’t our safe word, boy,” Rooke teases, focring himself in another inch.

Kai’s whole back bows. His fists slam into the couch leather, then his nails try to scrabble for purchase.

Haven whimpers, standing close enough to touch either but touching herself instead—one hand on her tit, the other between her legs. When she catches me looking, she slowly lifts her one foot to the armrest beside Kai, spreading open so I can see exactly how she’s working her clit.

My cock gives a sullen ache inside my jeans, my teeth creaking together as I struggle not to yank against the belt.

Rooke doesn’t seem to notice. He’s entirely focused on feeding his thick cock into Kai’s tight hole. Slow, steady, relentless. Splitting the younger man open an inch at a time.

Kai tries to crawl forward. Rooke grabs his hip and drags him back onto his cock. As punishment, he thrusts hard, once, seating himself flush against Kai’s ass with a slapping sound.