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"Fuck," she grunts, with her eyes rolling in the back of her head.
"That's it," I murmur, aching to run my hands through her hair and hold her face so she knows I'm here to ease the discomfort.
"Relax, Kitten," Arrow says from behind her, but I can't see him. "That's a good fucking girl. You're loosening up so well for my finger. Now, keep breathing. Maybe you can unhook Jericho's gag and fuck his mouth with your tongue."
Her eyes pop open and connect with mine.
"Is… That…" she moans, rolling her eyes back when he does something else. "What you want?" she quickly gets out with a heaving breath.
"Yes," I mumble as best I can. It's almost impossible to speak through this thing, and it should be. But this ball gag wasn't fitted for my mouth in mind; it was for her. So, it's smaller than need be. And I'm certain of that. I think Arrow has been collecting toys, knowing she'd come into the picture, and he loves to experiment.
For God's sake, take this stupid gag out of my mouth before I combust in my pants.
"Only that, though," Arrow pipes up. "Keep his naughty dick in his pants. He's not allowed to come tonight. Only we get to do that." I hear the grin in Arrow's voice. "It's behind his head, Kitten. It'll be like a belt buckle."
Journey's fingers fumble behind my head, trembling when Arrow does something more, and then the ball gag falls from my mouth into my lap. I suck in a breath, happy to breathe through my mouth again. The bastard couldn't have gotten a breathable one? Fuck. I blow out a breath, staring up at her as she softly wipes the drool from my lips and chin.
"Look at the big, bad mafia heir," she coos, taunting me with a grin.
"Oh, I like it when you're vindictive, Kitten. Keep talking naughty to him. Maybe next time, he'll learn to communicate with others when he wants to marry the woman I'm obsessed with," Arrow hums. "Okay, here it comes, Kitten. Deep breath and then, kiss the fuck out of Jericho."
"What if I don't want to kiss him," she moans, sucking in more breaths.
"You're doing good, Little Chaos," I hum, aching to hold her. "You're taking it so well."
"Aw, doesn't Daddy Jer deserve it?" Arrow quips. "Give him a little kiss. He's making up for all the bad deeds he did."
Her eyes find mine. "You're truly sorry," she moans.
"Sorry for protecting you, no. Sorry for doing something that upset you so terribly, yes."
"And me," Arrow growls. "I want to fucking throat punch you for that shit. But I'm letting it slide, because you're my brother, and I have you tied to a chair." He snorts at that. "All righty, Kitten. How does that feel?"
Journey's fingers dig into my shoulders, clawing at me. "It feels good. It didn't hurt too much.”
"Oh, goody," he says with glee. "Now, here comes the fun part." He hums as he lines himself up behind her, standing tall so I can finally glimpse his sweat-soaked face. “I'm going to fuck you and turn this on.”
Journey's eyes pop wide, and her mouth falls open, forming an O.
“That's it, Kitten. Fuck. You feel so good. You're tighter with the plug in you. Fuck. I'm going to come so deep inside your cunt,” he grunts, sloppily moving in and out of her while holding tight to her hips.
“Kiss me,” I urge her, bumping my nose into hers. “Use me.”
I don't have to utter another word when she bends down, connecting her lips to mine in a hurried kiss. She ravishes my mouth, taking my tongue with hers.
“Fuck,” she gasps into my mouth, and her eyes roll back. Every muscle in her body stiffens, and I can tell the moment she comes. The entire world halts, including Arrow, who stares at the ceiling in a silent scream.
“Well, fuck,” he grunts, leaning over her back. “Who knew orgasm number five could come so quickly,” he chuckles, kissing her back. “How about you, me, and, Sheppy Boy take a nice hot shower while Jericho here, reflects on his actions?”
I scowl when he gently pulls out of her and helps her stand tall.
“More pressure, Kitten,” he murmurs, gently removing the plug.
Shepp stops in front of them and eyes me, flipping me the bird.
Okay, they were way more bitter than I thought about the marriage thing.
“Fine. Have a nice shower,” I grit out, watching them disappear into the bathroom. “But don't think I won't forget this.”
