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Pale natural stone covers the walls and floor, and half the room is taken up by a standing shower. I push open the sliding glass door and find four showerheads in the large space. A shelf curves into the wall, lined with all kinds of soaps and bottled shampoos.
Right now, I feel disgusting, and I’m dying to wash. So I reach in and turn on the shower, loving the power and heat it generates. I strip in seconds and climb in.
A moan rolls over my throat as I stand under the spray, head bowed. I let the heat run down my body. Blood and dirt swirl down the drain, and I finally feel like I can breathe easily.
I had a half brother, an insane sibling, but I think about what made him become so vindictive and hateful. My real father had sliced his mother’s throat, and I hurt thinking about how agonizing that must have been for the young boy. I shouldn’t pity him, and damn, I don’t, but it still plays on my mind because my father wasn’t the best man out there either, was he?
And it’s horrible to think, but there’s some mercy in not remembering my past. I don’t recall anyone or feel emotions toward them, so I carry no loss. Technically, I should feel as if someone stole what belonged to me, but it’s hard to miss something I never knew I had.
I reach for the bottle of liquid soap and squirt a decent amount into my hand, then rub it all over myself, lathering my body from head to toe. I’m scrubbing today off me.
Only when I twist around to reach my back do I notice I’m not alone. The three of them stand by the door, watching me as if I’m their personal entertainment.
The room is rather foggy, and I wipe the steam off the glass door with my palm. “There’s plenty of room in here, and you three are pretty dirty.”
Lian’s shirt hits the floor in a heartbeat, and he toes off his boots, already tugging at his belt and zipper. Cuts map his chest and arms, blood smeared over his neck.
A doorbell chimes, and Kazak says, “I’ll see to it.”
Corvin states, “I’ll come just to ensure it’s not some surprise.”
“Yeah, you two go,” Lian says, waving them off and marching toward me, his heavy cock bouncing with each step he takes. What does it say about me that my gaze drops there the second he’s naked?
I slide open the glass door, and Lian climbs into the shower with that excited grin. “Hi, gorgeous.” He moves to the other wall and turns on the shower. “Let me wash up, and I’m all yours.”
“That’s not why I invited you three in here. It was genuinely to wash yourselves.”
His wink melts my knees. “Sure it was.” And he grabs the liquid soap and washes himself quickly, watching me the whole time.
I find myself staring at all the little things: the way water droplets run down his face, how he pushes his dark hair out of his eyes, and then his hands running over all those muscles.
When he’s finished, he slips over to my side, and I press a flat palm to his bare chest, his skin on fire, yet he wraps his fingers around my wrist.
“Are you going to push me away?” he asks, temptation behind his voice.
“I don’t think I could if I tried.”
The corners of his mouth curl upward, and he steals the space between us, his mouth on mine. And I completely soften. His hand slides to the back of my neck, holding me firmly, while his other hand at my waist draws me closer.
His tongue tangles with mine, and he kisses me savagely, taking what he craves. “I’m not letting you go anywhere,” he whispers against my lips. “After seeing you ride Corvin in the mountains”—his hand lifts to my chest, cupping a breast, squeezing it—“watching these beautiful tits bouncing… A man can only take so much. Then to watch him flip you onto your back, legs spread, seeing your pussy grip his cock—fuck, the memory still strangles my balls.”
A pulse throbs deep inside me as my desires flare to life. “Lian…” I moan as his fingers pinch my nipple.
“So beautiful.” He steps closer until my back is flush with the wall and his body pins me in place. He lightly twists my nipple again, and I arch against him, a cry slipping free. “I’ve never experienced anyone like you, never desired someone as I do you.” His mouth is on mine again, his tongue pressing between my lips, and I love sucking him. His hands slide down to behind my thighs, and I’m off my feet instantly. He pushes them around his hips. “I’m sorry, Dawn, but I normally like to take my time, to tongue-fuck you, but I can’t bear to wait. I need to be inside you, to push into your pussy and hear you scream.”
I purr in response because my hips already sway, and he’s right there, pressing his erection against my opening. Slick slips down my inner thighs, and he slides his spiraled cock into me, his tongue sweeping in my mouth. I feel the bumps of his shaft, which feel incredible as he grows thicker the farther up his base he pushes into me.
My hands grip his strong shoulders, my nipples so tight from desire that they ache for him.
“This is how I want you,” he whispers. “Your pussy dripping wet, gripping me.” He thrusts into me, all the way to his balls. Every inch of me shudders, and he’s wearing that devious grin again.
He covers me in kisses as the electrifying sensation of his vibrating cock buzzes inside me. An inferno flares over me as I pant for air. He pulls out and shoves back in, moving faster with each thrust. To have his well-endowed shaft driven into me, while it vibrates, ruins me.
He drags his tongue across my mouth, fingers gripping my hips as he doesn’t relent, and I’m crying out because it feels sensational.
I rock my hips, my clit pulsing from the vibrations that tingle across my whole pussy. A whimper grazes my throat at the speed with which he hammers into me. He unleashes a primal growl, and I’m falling headfirst for this monster.
Shamelessly, I grind myself against him with each plunge he takes. His mouth is on my neck, where he sucks and licks, leaving marks, no doubt, but I don’t care. The heaviness building inside me is all I can concentrate on until it crashes through me.
