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He picks me up and slams my butt onto the desk. It’s the only piece of furniture in the house that isn’t new. His fingers wrap around my throat and squeeze before I can gulp air into my lungs.
“The only fucking woman I’ll ever be married to is you. The only other person I’ll ever want in my bed besides you is that stupid fucking giant that was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago but isn’t. My dick only works for you two. When are you going to start trusting me?”
He eases up on my flesh, allowing me to take a breath, but when my lips part and I start to say, “I—” He flexes his fingers so that his blunt nails dig into the skin around the column of my neck.
“Don’t ever lie to me,” he warns. “You can cuss me out. You can slap me across the face, stab me if you want, but do not lie to me, Ciera. And until you tell me all the things I’ve been asking, then you do not trust me.”
“It’s not that easy. I don’t even understand what trust is.”
“Maybe not, but just so we’re clear on what I want to know. Repeat the questions I’ve repeatedly asked you.”
“You want me to tell you if there is anyone else out there that’s ever hurt me. You want to know if it was consensual when I lost my virginity.”
“And?” he draws out.
“You want me to let you do me in the butt.”
“Don’t say it like that. It’s not sexy at all. And no, that’s not what I want. I want you to let K and me replace those bad memories you have locked up like Fort Knox inside your head with pleasure and the feeling of us both inside you at the same time. It’s like nothing else I’ve felt. It’s so much more that I can’t put words to. We want to give that feeling to you too.”
A while back, the three of us were together. Dom was inside me while Krishna was inside of him. It had been similar to when I walked into K’s bedroom to find Domenico thrusting slowly in and out of Krishna, but this time I didn’t catch them in the act. It just turned into that position.
After we’d finished, Krishna had been cleaning himself in the bathroom when Dom told me he wanted to fuck me in the ass while I rode Krishna’s dick. Those were his exact words, which made my breathing labored, and I’d broken out into a cold sweat.
My reaction was a dead giveaway that something was wrong, but I refused to open up to either of them.
I’m about to tell him I want all that and more when he continues, “But since you don’t trust me enough to tell me who, when, and where, spread your legs.”
“Wait, what?”
“Spread. Your. Legs. Pet. Take off this dress and pull your panties to the side. I’m going to show you how much your body trusts me.”
My mouth drops open, but when I don’t move to do as I was told, he takes it upon himself to pull the sweater dress up my body and over my head. He pushes my knees apart but makes no move to take my boots off.
The gas hasn’t been turned on, so there isn’t any heat, and it’s so cold against my naked flesh that my nipples harden beneath my thin bra.
As if the temperature in the room isn’t fazing him, he pulls the cups of my bra down, forcing my boobs to spill over the silken black material.
“You have the prettiest titties. Have I ever told you that?”
He pulls my butt to the edge of the desk, dips his head, and steals my lips. Grabbing my wrists, he pulls my hand between my legs. I follow through with his order by gripping the material and pulling it to the side while the clink of his belt buckle lets me know he’s undoing his pants.
He keeps kissing and owning my lips like they’re his and his alone, but I know that’s not true. There’s an itch in my chest wishing Krishna was here too, but that thought quickly slips to the back of my mind when he enters me hard, forcing himself inside my body.
The first contact with him always burns as he stretches me apart. He’s so thick, it still amazes me he fits in there at all.
Sometimes he does me hard and fast, other times slow and measured. This time it’s both. He pulls out slowly, making me feel every ridge and every vein wrapped around his dick. When he enters, he does so swiftly, ramming himself back inside like he’s running from the boogie man.
Opening his eyes, he finds mine. “Your pussy trusts me, sweetheart. Your sweet little cunt trusts me like I’m her fucking moon and sun.”
He’s not wrong there. She constantly salivates anytime he or Krishna are in the same room as me. She worships the ground they walk on and isn’t afraid to show them how wet they make me with just a simple look.
“You want to know how I know your body trusts me, baby girl?”
“How?”
“When was the last time you’ve bled, Ciera, because you’ve yet to bleed all over my cock, and frankly, I’m thoroughly pissed off by that fact and thrilled at the same goddamn time.”
My eyes widen at what he’s revealing. I haven’t had a cycle since I got married over two months ago.
