CHAPTER FOURTEEN

MIRA

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He doesn’t ask for clarification. “No.”

Annoyance hardens my tone. “You don’t even know what—”

“I love you.”

My heart tightens in my chest, a cruel blossom of warmth I don’t deserve. “Stop it.”

He shakes his head. “Not saying the words out loud won’t make them less true, Mira. I can tell you you’re the reason I wake up in the morning. I could tell you the only thing that gets me through the day is coming home to you. It would be the same thing. I love you is just an encompassing term for everything you mean to me.”

Tears, hot and relentless carve down my cheek, plummet off my chin. “Stop.”

The corner of his mouth quirks. “You first.”

He knows that’s not possible. He knows I would die before I stop loving him. He’s not playing fair.

“Daniel.”

“Come here, baby,” he says, eyes fixed on the hand I have twisted in the soft material of my towel, keeping it in place.

I go to him because I’m weak and I need his arms around me when I’m adrift in chaos and pain. And he doesn’t disappoint. They pull me to him, to everything I love and I am immediately overwhelmed by that rich, spicy scent of him that makes me forget everything.

He’s wearing that damn cologne. It’s on his freshly scrubbed skin, coming off him in a subtle hint that makes my head swim with desire. My body thrums with the need to nuzzle every inch of his skin and breathe him in.

When he captures my waist and drags me into the wide V between his knees, I sway straight into his chest. My fingers forget their grip on the only thing covering me and move to slide over his shoulder and around the back of his neck. I graze his sharp jawline with my nose and inject him deep into my soul.

The rough tips of eight fingers glide the bumps running down my bare spine in gentle strokes. I’m well aware that I’ve lost my towel; the damp fabric is a heavy puddle around my ankles. I’m aware that I’m standing in his arms completely naked and wet in a way that has nothing to do with my shower. I’m aware I’m ready to crawl into his lap and ride him if he doesn’t stop touching me.

“You might want to leave,” I murmur into the warm skin of his neck.

His mouth skims the slope of my shoulder. “Do you want me to leave?”

My chuckle is humorless, shaky. “No, but ... I need...”

The fingers dip lower. They extend across the curves of my ass and squeeze just hard enough to arch me up onto my toes and flood me with a new rush of heat.

“Need what, baby girl?”

I’m relieved my face is firmly pressed into the side of his neck, away from his eyes when I have to tell him.

“My toy.”

“Do you need to cum?” he asks quietly, his left-hand drifting to the back of my thigh. It hooks into the soft muscle and lifts my knee up and over his left leg, opening me.

“Yes,” I breathe, lifting myself higher up on the toes still anchored to the carpet, widening my stance. “I’m ... I’m so wet, Daniel.”

The arm he’d hooked around my middle to steady me tightens. “I want you,” he growls into the skin of my shoulder. “I fucking want you so bad it hurts.”

I let myself pull back a sliver to meet the storm behind his eyes. “Then stop running. Touch me. I’m yours.”

A low rumble vibrates between us. It trembles across his chest and I feel it on the lips I gently skim with mine. Tentative. Uncertain of its welcome. But with it right there, inches from mine, I do it again.

“Please,” I whisper, tilting my head to get a better angle. “You’ve teased me for so long. No more. Please, Daniel.”

His shoulders hitch with his jagged inhale. His long fingers dig into my flesh, pinching, anchoring me against him.

The fact that he hasn’t pulled away gives me the confidence to go in. To press into him and seal my lips to his. I’m barely breathing as I wait for him to match me.

Teasingly, I flick his bottom lip with my tongue and watch his eyes darken. His nostrils flare. I almost grin to myself when he crushes me to him with a guttural, “Fuck!”

The kiss rocks me. If I wasn’t already on my toes, I would have just to get every inch of leverage to the delicious taste of his mouth moving in tandem with mine. I savor the feel of his tongue teasing and coaxing, demanding I play with him.

My fingers sweep into his damp hair, palms tickled by the short strands across the back of his head as I hold him to me. His close into my ass, hard handfuls of flesh that he squeezes until I moan.

We’re both breathing hard when he breaks the connection. He studies me in the soft fingers of light seeping through the curtains. His features are set as if in stone. Their hesitance, the fear I see staring back at me breaks my heart.

I touch the side of his cheek, brushing the high cheekbones with my thumb. I lean in and sweep a kiss to his mouth.

“Don’t. Please,” I beg against his warm skin. “Don’t push me away. I promise I’m ready.”

His ragged exhale washes over my lips, burns my cheeks. He kisses me once — hard.

“You don’t understand,” he breathes against me, “I’m not gentle, Mi. I won’t ... if we open this door, I will fuck you. I will take everything. I will mark, and bruise, and make sure you can’t walk right for a week. I will use you like you don’t matter and do things to you that will ruin you. You will be nothing but a toy to me, a pretty doll that I can break over and over again. That I can take and fuck and fill with cum until it’s pouring out of every hole. That I can give to Christian and let him use.” He reaches up to touch my cheek, stroke my lips with the pad of his thumb. His breathing fills the room, hard and jagged. “I want to do things to you, let Christian do things to you that scare the shit out of me, baby, and I’m terrified that if we hurt you, or scare you—”

“I’ll tell you,” I promise. “I’m not scared. You’ve seen the books I read.”

I meant for that to be a joke, but his features only darken.

“It’s not the same.”

“I know. I know it’s not. I just meant that you can’t hurt me. If you do, I’ll tell you. You don’t know what I’m capable of handling unless we try. And I want to try. I want you.”

A muscle moves in his jaw, a vicious grinding that makes me think it doesn’t matter what I say. Words are a dime a dozen and I’m done talking. Done waiting.

“I want you to fuck me, Daniel,” I whisper, forcing myself not to break eye contact, not even when I reach between us and cup his erection through the rough grain of his jeans. Heat flares behind his eyes. The appendage twitches. “I want to be your favorite toy.”

Five stiff fingers snap up and close around my throat. Five more fists in my hair and my head is wrenched back. He’s not hurting me, but I know he could. I can feel the restraint as Daniel stands slowly. My leg slips off of his and I’m on my toes as he towers over me, holding me up by my head.

“Say it again, Mira,” he threatens, inches from my face. His eyes are hot pits of fire ready to consume me and I’m trembling hard enough to shatter, but it’s not from fear. “Give me your soul to destroy.”

I’m panting and shaking, and I can hardly get the words out, but manage a firm, “I want to be your pretty doll.”

Something in him shudders. I can feel the rolling tremor course through him. It’s like a door has opened inside him, a chain that’s been broken, unleashing the thing he’s been holding back all this time.

And maybe something’s broken in me, maybe I’m sick in the head, but I shiver with anticipation. I moan when his fingers tighten, hurting just enough.

When he kisses me, it’s not gentle. It’s a collision, a brutal war. An attack that takes without mercy. He invades and conquers my tongue with a sweep of his and I’m left struggling to meet his demands while trying to catch my breath that he’s controlling.

My head is swirling like I just got off a crazy carnival ride. My legs wobble. I’m upright by the sheer grace of his hold.

“Get on your knees, little doll. Show me how good that mouth is.”

I let my knees hit the carpet with eager anticipation. He tears off his top and pitches it down on the bed. My gaze drops from his to the hands he’s working around the fastens of his jeans, but one snaps away to close around my jaw. It’s wrenched up almost painfully.

“Eyes up. I want to watch you gag on my cock.”

The hand vanishes when I obey. It returns to the task of unleashing the cock I’ve felt more than once through clothes but never actually seen.

“Can I see it?”

Eyebrows furrow. “Open,” is my answer.

I do.

I give him a hole and he fills it with a thick slab of meat that I practically need to unhinge my jaw to take. It slides across my tongue, salty and warm.

I haven’t sucked a dick in so long I forget to relax my throat muscles. The drive of his head hitting the back has tears springing to my eyes. I gag and choke and throw up my hands to catch his hips. Not to stop him, but steady myself when he draws back.

I see the flicker of uncertainty on his face, but I sink my nails into his skin to keep him from pulling away and shake my head.

“Don’t stop,” I rasp. “I can take it. Use me.”

That feral animal returns with the baring of his teeth. His hand twists in my hair and he slams me over him. His hips meet every assault, and I have to remember to breathe through my nose, to relax my jaw, to not throw up every time he hits my gag reflex. Hot tears wash down my face. They mix with the ropes of saliva raining from my chin. And snot. It’s the worst part. But it doesn’t seem to be bothering him as he takes what he wants from me and I thrill in being that for him.

I rake my nails up the tense muscles of his inner thighs all the way up to his balls. Daniel’s gruff groan tugs an inner grin I’m sure he can see in my eyes right before I cup him. I give him a squeeze.

“Fuck! Mira!”

His snarl bubbles up my spine, froths in my belly. I practically bounce with delight as I add a gentle pull with the next flex.

He’s no longer slamming into me, but standing rigid and panting as I slice up the underside of his dick with the flat of my tongue to the tip.

I latch onto the fat head and pull, hollowing my cheeks while flicking the hole with the tip of my tongue.

“Fuck, baby. Don’t stop.”

Without his vicious thrusting, I pull him to the back of my throat and swallow, massaging his head while fisting his balls. I give a tug in time to my pumps.

Daniel moans. A visceral growl of pleasure that flares his nostrils and seizes the pit of my stomach. His fingers tighten in my hair and electric currents shoot down my spine.

“God, you look so fucking perfect with my cock in your pretty mouth. You’re going to do this every morning before I pick a hole to empty my cum into. Shit! You little, fucking tease.”

I smirk up at him. The teeth I’d dragged up his beautiful cock nips at the tip and his jaw tightens. His lips pinch. It’s all the warning I get when he’s hammering into my throat again. Hard, vicious. The momentum is something I’m going to need to work on. Kalen was a passive lover. I usually did all the work no matter the position. It taught me a lot, but it’s nice feeling someone just take me with reckless desire because I’ve driven them to it.

My reward for teasing him is the full weight of his cock hitting the back of my throat and drowning me with a flood of hot semen. There’s no warning and I have no choice but to swallow around the pulsing appendage still wedged between my teeth. He watches me struggle with a sinister grin that makes my toes curl.

I clean him. I lick the still semi hard cock twitching across my tongue. I circle the head and press a kiss that elicits a groan from the man watching me with bared teeth.

Daniel’s breathing hard when he pulls free. His chest rises and falls rapidly, matching the erratic flares of his nostrils. His eyes are dark pits staring down at me still kneeling at his feet, his cum on my tongue. My face no doubt a blotchy, sloppy mess.

But the way he’s painting my face with every reverent stroke of his eyes, I may as well have been the most beautiful creature to cross his path.

“Did I do good?” I pant, wiping my chin and face with the back of my hands.

A gentle smile morphs Daniel’s face as he bends to kneel in front of me. He touches my cheek. Lightly wipes my lips with his thumb. He tips my chin.

“You were perfect, baby girl. You did so good.”

Pleased, I smile up at him and earn a return grin from him that he brings in to press into my mouth. The kiss is sweet and tender, and he seems unbothered by the fact that his cum is still on my tongue when he demands entrance.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, hand stroking my hair. “I knew you would be. I knew you would be fucking addictive. The things I want to teach you ... I’m getting hard all over again just thinking about it.”

He sucks on my bottom lip and nips it. I shiver and reach for him. Daniel takes my hands and lifts me to my feet. He never once takes his eyes off me, not even when he pulls me into his arms. His hand brushes down my back.

“Is my baby still wet for me?”

“Yes,” I murmur eagerly.

His big hands close into my waist and I’m hoisted up onto the edge of the bed.

“Show me.”

Liquid heat pools beneath my skin, burns behind my eyes as I realize what he wants. I nibble on my lip before dropping back across the cool sheets. The heels of my feet hook against the edge of the mattress and I let my knees drop wide in offering.

But that doesn’t seem to be enough, and I’m not prepared for when he grabs under my knees and jerks them up to my chest, bending me in half.

I’ve imagined this moment with Daniel for so long, needed it so badly, yet I’m horrified by the lewd display of my most intimate area. It’s just there, wet and vulnerable, and unprotected from whatever he wants to do to it. I don’t know if I’m even more turned on or scared, but I don’t stop him.

I would never stop him.

Not even when he slides both rough palms down my inner thighs to spread me, to pull apart my lips, and the heat spikes through me like wildfire. It crashes and burns me to my curled toes hanging in the air ignored.

“Fuck, look at how pretty you are. Wet and pink.” He bites his lip around a satisfied little grin that makes my stomach flutter. “Tight. So fucking tight.”

All the while, I’m trying not to fidget. Trying not to push down into the fingers taunting me. All I can do is fist the sheets and bite my lip and wait. Wait for him to finally end my suffering, but he’s mesmerized by my swollen sex.

“Right, Mira?”

I blink and dart my gaze up to the man watching my face, amusement carved into his mouth and twisted in his eyes. I realize too late he’d asked me a question.

“What?” I ask.

He doesn’t answer right away. He says nothing at all as he shoves my knees wider, flattening them against the mattress, moving them out of the way to bend forward and capture a nipple.

I suck in a sharp gulp of air that plumps my tit further into his mouth. I’m barely breathing as he pulls the pink tip into his mouth. The cobwebs of fire spiraling down in rivers to ignite my soul has me bending. Rocking. My pussy is on full display beneath his belly, wet and empty and he’s sucking my nipple like he has all the time in the world.

My hands fly down to fist his hair, determined to move him in place, to put that lapping tongue in proper use.

Two fingers thrust inside me without warning and my brain malfunctions. I think I cry out, but the world is a muffled heartbeat pounding between my ears as my channel ravenously grabs on to the unfamiliar assault.

“Greedy cunt,” Daniel drawls, lips still latched against the second breast, but his eyes never leave my face as he pumps his hand. “Is this what you want so badly, Mira? For me to fill your hole?”

“Yes! Yes! Oh God...”

A third finger slams in and I swear viciously as stars explode across my vision. My back arcs off the mattress. I think I scream something, but I can’t be sure what until Daniel pounds harder.

“Fuck, look at you. You’re so fucking tight. I have to stretch you and you’re taking it like such a good girl.”

I pull my legs wider for him and watch hungrily as his glistening fingers fill my opening. I haven’t had anything beyond a slender vibrator in there in years and the feel of someone else stretching my walls ... the feeling of being full at last has my entire body giving a violent heave. My hips roll into his hand, meeting his hard slaps. Chasing the edge only seconds away.

“Does my eager little toy need to cum?”

His taunt should have mortified me, but I’m so desperate, so close. “Yes. Please. I’ll do anything.”

That gleam returns to his eyes, that sadistic glint of twisted pleasure. “Anything.” He bows as he speaks until his face is over my core. “Dangerous promise for such a pretty doll.”

I watch, barely daring to breathe as he sweeps up the folds with the full length of his tongue in a single, fluid flick. The slice cuts up my soul and I hiss through my teeth.

“Don’t stop,” I plead. “Again. Lick my pussy, Daniel.”

His predatory leer never leaves my face as he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue before drifting down to prod my opening around his fingers.

With a groan, I let my head drop back, spine arching. My eyes squeeze closed, the overwhelming pressure capsizes my sanity.

“Eyes!” he growls.

My head jerks up, but rather than fix on the way he’s sucking at my tender clit, my gaze catches on the figure in the open doorway over Daniel’s head. The momentarily blurry outline I have to blink to bring into focus.

Christian.

His brown eyes are fixed on me, hungry and watchful as his brother sucks my clit and slides two fingers in and out of my opening. I don’t know how long he’s been there, but the fat, veiny cock gripped in his hand makes me think a while. The thick, purple head shines with pre-cum that runs down the solid shaft with every pump.

It’s beautiful.

A weighty piece of destruction I know will ruin me. Between him and Daniel, no amount of stretching is going to prepare me, but, God ... I want it. I need it.

Need them.

I don’t know what that makes me, I don’t know if there’s something wrong with me, but I want them both. I want everything Daniel promised about letting his brother use me. I want Christian in my ass as Daniel pounds that beast between his legs into my vagina. I want them ruining me forever.

I want...

Shit! I’m cumming. I’m staring straight into Christian’s eyes while his big brother finger fucks me and I can’t even brace.

Daniel’s fingers hook against the upper wall of my vagina, and I snarl through my teeth as the flames rush through my core. I take the back of his head with one hand and grind my pussy into his face as I stare into Christian’s eyes.

“I’m cumming,” I wheeze, body giving its first spasm. “I’m cumming, Daniel. Don’t stop. Harder. Fuck me harder.”

The third finger returns, plunges inside, and I scream. The crippling pressure, the sweet burn sends me over and I cum on Daniel’s tongue. I cum riding his fingers while his brother watches from the doorway. His cock a thick appendage choked in the pumping fist working the veiny shaft. It’s timed with the thrust of Daniel’s fingers, mirrored exactly like he was picturing himself fucking me.

It’s twisted and horribly wrong, but the sight has my body crawling with a gnawing desire that has me tightening my hold on Daniel, forcing him to stay even though he hasn’t moved. Hasn’t stopped. He’s still working my pussy like he’s getting paid, and I gasp.

“Again. Please, Daniel. I need to cum again.”

My eyes are fixed on Christian. I can’t look away as he grits his jaw and masturbates to me. The sight alone has me reaching down to cup my breasts with both hands. I tease the nipples and roll my hips, and Daniel pounds his fingers deep into my soaked channel, lips sealed on my slippery clit.

“Yes ... yes, God, yes! Don’t stop.”

I cum again. This one sends me flat across my back as my toes curl into the mattress and Daniel leaves bruises inside my thighs to keep them from closing as he continues to tease until I’m too sensitive to take it.

I’m not allowed to shut my knees even after Daniel straightens. He stands over my exposed channels with his mouth and chin glistening, studying my folds like they hold the key to all of life’s mysteries.

I tilt my head slightly to see around him, already knowing Christian’s gone, but wishing he’d stayed so I could see the cum all over his hands.

Had Daniel known he was there? Had he let his brother watch? I don’t know all the rules in this new game, but I’m beginning to understand I may have gotten myself a package deal. It’s a conversation that will need to be had very soon, but I do not hate the idea. If this is what Daniel wants, if Christian joining in makes him happy, I accept.

It did amuse me slightly that only the other night, I struck him and swore he’d never touch me. Touching me is all I want from him now.

He is not going to let me live this down, I think with a slight shake of my head.

“Mi?”

I blink out of those thoughts to find Daniel searching my face, his weighted with concern.

“Yeah?”

He pulls me up to a sitting position and cups my face between his palms. “Okay?”

I push up onto my knees to match his height. My arms slide around the broad width of his shoulders, and I lean in to kiss him.

“So much better than okay,” I assure him.

He must have seen I meant it. It must have shown on my face because he relaxes in my hold. His arms hook around my middle and he tugs me closer.

“You have no idea what you’ve started, baby girl,” he murmurs quietly against my lips. “You have no idea how fucked you are.”

Despite the dark promise vibrating across the threat, I let my smirk curl across my lips. “Promise?”

His response is to lower his head and capture a nipple between his teeth. My weak cry is ignored as he sucks and nibbles, sending tendrils of fire coursing beneath my skin. His free hand finds the other breast and skims the nipple there, a gentler counterpart.

I watch helplessly as he wakes my body all over again. I can only arch my back and give him what he wants while digging my nails into his shoulders for support.

He tips his head back slightly to meet my eye. The action tugs the nipple still caught between his teeth. The pain elicits a whimper that turns into a cry when he sinks his teeth harder.

“Daniel!”

He releases the helpless peak and soothes it with the flat of his tongue. The same tongue he’d penetrated me with. The same one I came on not five minutes ago.

All the while, his mouth curves up into a cruel grin. “I’m going to dress my pretty doll, then we’re going for breakfast.”