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All I can do is nod, breathless and too turned on to make coherent words come out right now. Something about knowing they’re listening to this, hearing the way Ransom fucks me so good, drives me crazy.
“Good girl,” he growls softly. “Let them hear you. Moan for them so they know how good I’m making you feel.”
Then he starts fucking me harder, setting an almost brutal pace and filling the room with the sounds of skin on skin.
The moans spill from my lips with ease as each hard thrust pushes me that much higher. It’s a garbled mix of gasps and cries and moans and pleas, and the sound of tires screeching from the phone proves that Malice has started driving faster.
I can’t help but laugh at that, adrenaline and desire rushing through me.
“Oh, you think it’s funny to torture us, Solnyshka? You won’t be laughing when we get there,” Malice promises, his voice husky. “You’re gonna be face down and ass up with my cock so deep in you that you’ll feel it for the next week. You’re gonna take it so good for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan. “Fuck, yes. Anything you want.”
Vic chuckles. “That’s a dangerous promise, butterfly. You know how Malice gets. And maybe while he’s fucking you, I’ll take my turn with your mouth.”
Dirty talk from Vic is always one of my favorite things in the world, and it sparks more heat inside me as I picture it. Malice buried in my pussy, his cock splitting me open in the best way. And Vic in my mouth, my lips wrapped around his thick cock, sucking him down.
“Please,” I beg, my body trembling as Ransom grabs my wrists and pins them against my lower back. “Please, I want that so much. I want you so much. All of you.”
“Goddammit, move,” Malice snarls, and it registers that he’s probably talking to someone on the road and not to us. “We’re gonna make it happen. We’re gonna give you all you can take, Solnyshka—and then some. But you like that, don’t you? When we push you. When we take you right to the edge and then a little over it.”
A strangled sound falls from my lips. “Yes.”
“She does.” Pride fills Ransom’s voice. “You should see how fucking good she looks right now. Her ass is red from the pounding I’ve been giving her, her back arched so perfectly, hair all splayed out on the couch cushions. Like a dirty angel.”
He adjusts our positions a little as he speaks, and now my clit grinds against the arm of the couch every time he drives into me.
“Fuck!” I cry out. “Oh my god, I’m so close. I’m gonna—”
Before I can get another word out, the pleasure is slamming through me. It steals my breath as wave after wave of sensation hits me hard. All I can do is scream, twisting and arching on the couch, bucking back against Ransom and dragging his cock even deeper.
Ransom ends the call with a curse of his own, focusing on his own pleasure now. He grabs my hips hard and drags me back into each thrust, not giving me even a second to breathe.
“God,” he groans. “You feel so fucking good. So fucking tight. I can’t get enough of you and this perfect pussy. Fuck!”
He hits his peak and spills inside me, filling me up with a hot rush. His hips press tight to my ass, and he’s as deep as he can go, riding out the wave of his orgasm. Every pulse of his pierced cock feels incredible, and I whimper wordlessly when I feel a little trail of cum sliding down my thigh.
He releases my wrists and then pulls out, leaving me sprawled over the edge of the couch like a melting popsicle.
I lie there, too worn out to move yet, trying to catch my breath. For the first time since yesterday morning, I feel happy and sated, content that even if things are spiraling out of control in some ways, at least I still have this.
Ransom presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Malice is gonna fucking kill me for that. But it was so damn worth it.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, it definitely wa—”
My voice breaks off as a shrill alarm rises up from the other room.
The office.
Ransom straightens, his entire demeanor changing in an instant. All the loose, sated energy is gone, replaced by the man who can be just as deadly as his brothers.
“Fuck,” he curses. “That’s one of Vic’s alarms.” In a smooth motion, he reaches under the coffee table, where they’ve stashed a gun in case of emergencies. “Get in the bedroom, angel, and lock the door.Now!”
I scramble off the couch, but before I can move any further than that, the sound of footsteps echoes in the hall outside.
Then the door explodes inward, kicked off its hinges.
“Fuck,” Ransom curses.
