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“Then fuck me,” I beg. “Please.”
My pussy is soaked between how turned on I am and the orgasm I just had, but even so, when Malice drives into me in one smooth motion, I can feel the burn of the stretch. He’s clearly too pent up and desperate to wait, and I don’t mind. I love when this man takes what he wants. When he fucks me hard and demanding, forcing me to keep up.
“So good,” I gasp. “Don’t stop.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper, my moans echoing around us as he drives into me again and again.
“You’re ours,” he growls, the sound coming out harsh and guttural. “You’re always gonna be ours. Our muse. Our beautiful whore. And someday soon, ourwife.”
His voice turns to pure gravel when he says that last part, and I nod frantically, panting for breath.
“Yours,” I echo. “Yours, yours, yours. Always.”
He groans, as if me saying that is making this even better for him, and I bite down on his shoulder as I come.
“Shit,” Malice curses, his hands tightening on my waist he falls apart too, filling me up. “Take it all, Solnyshka. Fuck.”
It seems to go on forever, his cock pulsing and pulsing as he fills me up, and even before we separate, cum is leaking down my thighs. After one more deep kiss, he pulls out and steps back, letting another gush of wetness spill from me. I look at his brothers, who are both out of the car now and watching us with ravenous gazes.
“I know Malice needed that,” Ransom tells me, amusement in his voice. “But I need you too, pretty girl.”
He steps up, cupping my face first so he can pull me into a kiss. It’s searing hot but edged in gentleness, and I can taste myself on his lips.
That makes me moan into the kiss, and Ransom’s eyes are dark as he pulls away. He slides me off the car’s hood and turns me around, bending me over so that my hands are braced on the still-warm metal.
He grips a handful of my ass and spreads me open. “Look at you,” he groans. “You’re always so fucking hot when you’re well fucked. I don’t know how anyone could see your pretty pussy all wrecked and open like this and not wanna take you all over again.”
“Ransom,” I plead, pushing my hips back. “I need you.”
“You’ve got me,” he murmurs. “Always.”
Then he presses into me.
His cock is different from Malice’s, and the piercings rub against my sensitive flesh, working me up even more. He slaps my ass as he fucks me, the noise echoing and mixing with the sound of our sharp breaths and grunts.
“Beautiful,” Vic murmurs. “So stunning.”
I can feel his eyes on me, watching every movement. I’m pretty sure he remembers every time he’s ever seen his brothers fuck me and could probably describe the specifics of each individual encounter. Heat curls through me at the realization that we’re adding to that lengthy database in his mind right now.
“She truly is. That’s our girl.” Ransom’s voice is strained as he fucks me, and I can tell he’s close as well. His thrusts take on a frantic pace, and the pleasure starts to build in me, spiraling out and throwing me into another orgasm.
I scream this time, the sound bouncing around us, and I tremble against the hood of the car as sensation crashes around me. Ransom keeps fucking me through it, and then he finds his release as well, coming hard with a low groan.
After a few moments, he pulls out and helps me stand up straight on wobbly legs. He pulls me close, tucking hair behind my ear.
“You want your other future husband to fuck you too?” he asks, his blue-green eyes dancing. “I know Vic is starving for you, pretty girl. Do you still want more?”
I nod. “Yeah. So much.”
“Not on the car,” Vic says immediately, and I grin, because of course he wants to fuck me someplace better designed for the activity.
Ransom shares a smile with me, then scoops me up and carries me into the main living area, bypassing the living room and heading straight for the big bed in the bedroom. He helps me take my shirt off while his brothers follow us in, then lays me out on the bed like a prize for Vic.
I swallow hard as Victor undresses and climbs up to kneel between my legs. He fists himself, gazing down at me with that intense look he always gets when he watches me.
“Was Ransom right?” I ask him. “Do you still like watching?”
“Yes,” he answers, his voice tight. “But only because I know I can touch you afterward.”
