Chapter 52

Lillian

His shadows crept up my inner thighs, which were already shaking with anticipation. My pussy was practically screaming at him, wanting him to shove me down and fuck me so hard, the whole building would shake.

I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of winning, though. He would be begging me by the end of this.

He held my hair tightly in his hand, the pain confusing my body. Did I like it? Did I hate it? I fucking loved it. I felt like I could come just from his grip on my hair alone. I'd quickly discovered that pain was the best addition to sex with him.

I continued to pump both hands around his cock, his body tightening every time I got him just right. Watching him give into the pleasure I was giving him was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

His shadows dipped under my shorts, making me gasp.

"No panties, princess?" he teased.

I shrugged. "They would've gotten in the way of my plans."

He smirked. "You think this is all part of your plans?" He narrowed his eyes, challenging me.

His cockiness made me want to be the biggest brat ever. "That's right," I said as I puffed my chest out, catching his attention.

His tongue darted out across his lips, and fuck me, I wanted it on my body.

"Should I show you why you're wrong?" He leaned in as he spoke, almost kissing me. I tried to lean into him, snag a kiss for my own sanity, but he kept me in place with my hair. Not being able to have him… It drove me mad.

"You can try." I darted my tongue out, making contact with his lips before he could pull away. I laughed, taunting him.

"You fucking brat," he muttered, brushing his other hand down my neck then wrapping around it, barely restricting my oxygen. "I ought to spank you right here. Turn your ass bright red and then fuck your tight little pussy until you can't take it anymore."

I smiled playfully, then I realized I was just holding his cock, not moving anymore. No wonder he'd been able to gain the upper hand. Asshole . I started to pump my hands again, but I was stopped. His hands were still in my hair and around my throat, though.

His fucking shadows .

You love it.

I rolled my eyes at his comment, and that must've been the final straw. The whole thing happened suddenly. One second, I was sitting, still fully clothed. The next moment, my shirt was ripped over my head, and I was flipped over, the front of my body pushed down onto the cold countertop, making me yelp. My hands were bound behind me with his shadows, folded flat against my back.

He gathered my hair, holding it in a sort of ponytail secured with his hand, and pulled my head up. The position made me arch my back and press my chest into the counter even harder, making my nipples sore. "I let you get away with that attitude for way too long, princess. You may be my fucking queen, but I own this body…" He ran his hand up my leg, both of which were hanging off the edge of the counter. "...this mouth…" He reached up and rubbed my lips with his finger, pulling away before I could bite down. "... this pussy…" His hand cupped my aching pussy, making me squirm against him. "... and this ass." He grabbed the waistband of my shorts and dragged them down to my thighs before smacking one of my cheeks.

"Fuck!" I yelled as I pulled against him, barely moving an inch.

He groaned. "It's already turning pink." He rubbed his hand over the sting. "So fucking pretty."

I wiggled against the counter, but I had nowhere to go. My feet couldn't touch the floor, my arms were behind me, and he held my hair with an unforgiving grasp. He was winning.

Smack!

I cried out as my other cheek was made to match the other. An embarrassing moan left my mouth when he rubbed over the sting.

"Keir…" I said, feeling like I was losing my breath after two fucking swats. The way my pussy clenched, the way my eyes rolled back… Hail Satan, I was his.

"That's right, princess," he growled, "Say my name again."

I pressed my lips together in defiance, but I knew he couldn't see me, so I shook my head as much as I could.

Smack!

"Fucking hell, Keir," I bit at him, but it quickly turned into a moan when he rubbed the sting away.

"I would've preferred you to say it when I told you to, but one way or another, I will get what I want. Don't doubt me on that." He grazed a finger across my ass. "You have such a nice ass, but it's so much prettier with my handprints on it."

My entire body filled with a level of need I'd never experienced. His shadows danced along my skin, making me squirm on the countertop. I pulled against his shadows wrapped around my wrists, but they only got tighter.

Smack!

I yelped. "What the fuck was that one for?"

He chuckled and rubbed the area he'd hurt with a gentle touch. The 180 between painful and tenderness was confusing to my body, but they both had the same effect, and it was running down my thighs.

"You have worked up quite the tab, don't you think?" His voice was low, commanding. He sounded like a starved man finally getting what he'd always wanted.

I gasped when I felt his lips make contact with my lower back. His tongue slid along my spine until he reached my shoulder blades, where he placed another wet kiss. My body shivered as goosebumps spread their way across my flesh.

"I will never get over seeing your body react so well to me." He ran a hand up my inner thigh, gathering the liquid that had dripped from me. I heard a wet sound, as though he was licking his fingers. He groaned, and he might as well have brushed my clit.

"Keir…"

"I just couldn't help myself. You taste so fucking good." He ran his finger up my inner thigh again, but this time, he dipped inside my pussy just enough to make me wiggle against him. "Want to taste?"

I shook my head, but he shoved his coated finger in my mouth from behind anyway, his grip on my hair keeping me from retreating. He swirled his finger around, smearing my taste across my tongue, and I closed my lips around it, sucking it clean.

"That's what I thought," he said as he pressed himself against my ass. "My dirty fucking queen. Getting wetter as she sucks herself off my fingers." He was grinding against me as he spoke. "I could listen to you moan all fucking day, princess… but I am ready to be buried as deep as I can be in this pussy right now."

His finger popped free of my mouth, and at the same time, he released my hair. He used one hand to spread my soaked pussy while the other lined his cock up with my entrance. When he rubbed the tip of his cock over my clit, my body shook. I was so close to coming already, I feared the moment he entered me, I would dive over that edge at an alarming rate.

"Please, Keir," I pleaded with him. "Just fuck me already."

"As you wish," was all he said before ramming himself inside me without hesitation, mercilessly ripping me apart. At least, that's what it felt like.

"Hail Satan, if breakfast looked like this every morning, I'd be the first one here, little one."

My head shot up to see Aiden and Nicholas walking into the kitchen, eyes on me. Nicholas took a seat at the table, adjusting his cock as he enjoyed the show.

Aiden started to walk towards us, but Keir slammed into me all the way and stopped, filling me up past capacity, making me mewl and my body freeze as he said, "Sit."

Aiden looked like he was contemplating whether to listen to his brother or try to join in on the fun displayed before him. For a split second, I really thought he was going to defy Keir, but he licked his lips with a playful smirk and took the seat next to Nicholas.

My pussy clenched around Keir, excited about my audience of two.

Keir groaned. "Fuck, princess. Does this excite you?" He leaned over me and grabbed my hair again, ensuring I was looking right at the twins as he said his next words. "Do you like knowing they're watching you get fucked by their older brother? Or that they can see your face scrunch up when I do this?" He pulled out just enough to slam back into me, making me whimper. "Or that they are going to hear every little noise you make until you scream my name?"

His words were like a vibrator to my clit. I felt myself clench down on him, the coil in my stomach finally springing loose as I came undone. I moaned, and my body tensed as I rode the orgasm out, but Keir's grip on my hair kept my head steady as the twins stared holes into me.

"Did you just come on my cock, princess?" Keir let go of my hair and grabbed my chin, making me turn my head as much as I could to see him. "I've barely fucked you, and you're already making a mess." His eyes darkened. "Now it's my turn."

He released my face, and I looked back at the twins, who were hungrily licking their lips, as though I really was their breakfast. Keir's hands wrapped firmly around each hip, and he began thrusting into me at a savage pace.

I was thankful I had already come, especially given the angle he was taking me at, because it made his ridiculously large length a little less painful.

I don't know how long he fucked me like that, but the sounds coming from me flowed between screams, moans, and pleas for mercy. After a while, I could no longer see the twins between my eyes rolling back and the starry vision. My body was already winding up, needing to come again as soon as possible as he used me like a sex doll.

"I love it when you scream my name, princess." He let go of one hip to grab my hair again, pulling harder than he had before. "I want you to come with me, understood?" I nodded, unable to speak.

His thrusts were becoming more erratic, rougher; he was close. Suddenly I felt something flick across my clit. His shadows circled the sensitive spot, applying the perfect amount of pleasure to send my body into overdrive.

"Keir!" I screamed as I came on his cock, the orgasm so intense, it was like an out-of-body experience.

He held my hair tight as he filled me with his hot cum, the noise of our releases audible to the room as he continued to thrust into me, though much slower than before, like he was savoring the feeling of being inside me for just a little while longer.

His shadows pulled free of my body, but I couldn't move. I was so spent, I just laid there, hands still behind me. Tears began to flow as I laid my head down on the cool countertop.

"Shit," Keir said as he picked me up and sat my ass on the counter, wrapping my legs around him and his arms around me. "Did I hurt you?"

I couldn't answer at first, thanks to sobbing so hard, but eventually, I was able to say, "Yes, but that's not why I'm crying."

He pulled back enough to hold my face in his hands, and he wiped my tears away. "Let it all out, princess. I'm not going anywhere." I busted into tears again, and he pulled me back into his embrace, stroking my hair with one hand and rubbing my back with the other. "You're safe here. Let it out."

I cried and cried, every emotion I'd had pent up for the last, well, forever, bubbling to the surface and spilling over. The orgasm had been more than just a sexual release; it had become an emotional one as well. Once I stopped shaking, Keir pulled away to look at me again.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He looked genuinely concerned, a twinge of fear in his voice. He was so worried he'd hurt me. It was adorable .

I nodded and reached up to wipe my remaining tears away. He grabbed my hands and placed them on my thighs before kissing my tears away one by one. By the time he finished, I was smiling at him, my stomach filling with butterflies for the umpteenth time since I'd met him.

"Please don't ever stop looking at me like that."

I furrowed my brows at him. "Like what?"

"Like I'm the reason you wake up in the morning. Like I'm the reason your heart beats, the reason you smile. Like I'm all you'll ever need to survive."

I was so caught off by his vulnerable words, I was stunned for several seconds as he just stared at me like he could see every piece of me, even the ugly, and loved every fucking corner.

"You are," I whispered, leaning forward so my words kissed his lips.

A cough and a cleared throat sounded, making me smile as I looked down for a moment. "One of three." I looked back at him. "But that's still really, really good." I giggled.

His face was blank for a split second, and then he grabbed my chin and brought my face to his, his lips closing over mine in a breathtaking way. He shoved his tongue inside without hesitation, like he owned me.

I was struggling for breath by the time he let me go. "That's alright. They both know whose baby will fill that belly first." He pressed his hand to my stomach, giving me a playful, naughty smirk.

Aiden and Nicholas were grumbling and shooting him snide comments, but I was worlds away.

What the fuck did he just say to me?

Wait.

Oh my…

Shit.

I'd been so distracted…

I nearly forgot…

We're destined loves…

Meaning…

Oh fuck…

No…

"Princess," Keir grabbed my attention. "Breathe." He was practically smiling.

Why was he smiling? I could be…

"You're not."

I narrowed my eyes on him. "How do you know that?"

"I asked Ida to find me a prevention spell for me to take." He put his hands on either side of me, watching my face carefully. "With everything going on…" He trailed off and looked away, guilt washing over his face before composing himself and looking back at me. "The last thing we needed was a baby. That's something we can discuss and decide when we're ready, if we're ever ready."

"Yeah…" I was honestly so shocked at the thoughtfulness with which he'd handled the situation.

The ding of the elevator sounded before I could say anything more.

I looked around at the princes. "Who the fuck is here?" I said as I jumped down, scrambling to pull my clothes on.

"Shit. She's early," Keir said as he helped me pull my clothes on.