CHAPTER THIRTY

"Pet." I hear a deep voice say somewhere around me.

At least I think I do.

Everything's dark behind the silk blindfold Killian tied around my head.

He said to be a good girl and wait here for them, and I have.

But it's been a while. I've been lost in space and time sitting on this leather chair, in this room with the faint hint of bleach scent.

Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

I could be hearing wrong.

"Beautiful girl." A rough hand that smells of soap and not bleach cups my cheek. Killian. He's here. "You haven't moved an inch. Such a good girl."

"He's right. You have been good." The knuckles of another soapy-smelling palm trail from my other cheek down to my chin. Carter. "Too bad it's too late."

"Too late for what?" Every pore in my body begs to be punished. For them to tell me what a bad girl I've been.

After yesterday, I feel as if our connection has grown tenfold. So deep, it's unbreakable. I need them like I need air. Every bit of them.

"You've been a brat." Carter's fingers, no longer tender, grip my chin and tilt my head up. "So this whole good, obedient girl act? Late. Too late."

The way my breath hitches evokes two, angry, ravenous growls from them.

One hand curls around my wrist, a second around my other one. Both men guide my hands to their bodies, and I don't argue. They hold my palms up in the air while I listen to belts unbuckling and zippers rolling down.

Then my hands press to either of their thick, silky cocks.

"Oh." I sigh, gripping them tighter, getting more and more wet from their sounds of pleasure. "This, uh, this doesn't feel like punishment."

The second the words leave my mouth, both men push my hands off them.

"Why?"

In the background, I hear one pair of shoes walking away from me. The other man stays close, grips me by the shoulders and hoists me to my feet.

"Don't worry about being punished, A." Carter's smile reaches to me through his voice. "We'll get there."

My lips part as I lean forward for a kiss.

All I get is a bite to my bottom lip and then Carter hisses, "You taunted us. Denied us these." He wraps one of my breasts over my dress and twists. "Threatened to go out with Opal, taking your pretty pussy with you."

My knees wobble when he cups my sex roughly. "Please."

"We're going to deny you plenty today." His tongue swipes across my jawline and cheek. His teeth reach my nose and lock on the tip. "Plenty."

Carter spins me away from him, swipes my hair to the side and lowers the zipper of my dress. He shoves each strap down and lets the fabric fall to the floor.

"Naked," Carter muses at my lack of undergarments.

"Will that save me from a punishment?" I ask, hoping to hell it won't.

Smack! Carter's open palm smacks my ass.

"Bed's ready," Killian's voice booms.

Carter doesn't waste a second. He hauls me off the floor bridal style, carrying me in the direction of where Killian's voice came from. Neither of the men responds to my squeals. Carter's arms don't budge at the fight I'm giving.

Relentless. Powerful. Kings.

My kings.

"What is this room, anyway?" My curiosity is louder than my need to be their prey.

"Sex dungeon." I think I hear a hint of deceit in Carter's voice. Like he's only telling me a half truth.

I'll investigate it later. Killian's distracting me. There are sounds reaching from about three feet away of someone losing his clothes. He's getting naked.

"A room we reserve for our VIP members." Killian's so close that I almost feel him. "And now it's yours. It's been wiped clean. We ordered new toys yesterday. The chair you sat on is new too. Everything you'll touch today is. Even this bed."

"You've been planning this?"

"Incoming." Carter doesn't answer, dropping me on a soft mattress.

I'm still trying to figure out where I am. The men, however, don't need any sort of settling down. They're already on me, one hand tugging at my wrist, another at my ankle.

"What are you doing?" I struggle, which earns me a chuckle from Carter and a bite on my calf from the man who's not laughing, Killian.

"Tying you up." Killian sounds gruff as he tightens what feels like a leather cuff around one ankle, then the other.

He's pretty good at avoiding my kicking. Same as Carter with my punches. Once they're done, I'm spread out in a way that doesn't hurt. I shake my hands and feet, and now it hurts.

I'm restricted to this four-poster bed.

Carter and Killian are going to use my body while I won't be able to fight back. Arousal trickles down my crack. My nipples are pulled tight.

"Again, doesn't seem like a punishment," I tease.

I expect a slap on my pussy for that one. Have my nipple pinched. Feel the sting of teeth biting my flesh.

They don't do any of it.

I hear Carter stripping while Killian pulls the blindfold up to my forehead.

His face comes to view first. He stands over me, eyes studying my face. His lips curve into a smirk. "You like poking the bears, beautiful girl?"

"I—" The word transforms into a scream when something hot lands on my navel.

My gaze flies to Carter who stands at the foot of the bed. I watch this beautiful specimen naked. Every muscle on his sculpted body is accentuated even in the dim light of the room. He perches one hand on the bed, holding a black candle directly above my stomach.

But he knows—both of them know—I like the pain.

So this can't be the punishment, either.

Killian walks over behind Carter, reaches for a black and gold bottle on the bed, opens it and squirts lube on his palm.

"This is how it's going to go." Killian strokes his large, throbbing cock, getting it wet for Carter's ass. "I'm going to fuck Carter. Touch Carter. Make Carter scream and moan."

Carter twists to Killian while fisting himself. Killian, unable to resist Carter's silent invitation, curls his fingers around Carter's throat and pulls him in for one of the hungriest, sexiest kisses I've ever seen.

Their tongues and teeth are at war, growls leaving their chests.

By the time they break their kiss, I'm a mess. My pussy clenches on air. No air reaches my lungs. Every nerve ending in my body has come to life at watching how passionate these two dominant men are for each other.

"Please." I thrash against my binds. "I'm so hot. Please, I need you."

Carter's laugh is dark and low. His expression is wicked as he turns to inspect me.

"You'll have us…" Killian flattens his palm on Carter's back, bending him lower and lower until Carter's forearms rest on the bed between my spread legs. "When we decide you've earned it."

"Until then…" Carter's mouth is inches from my pussy, and I can practically feel him. "Watching us is the only thing we'll allow."

"You threatened to deny us time with you." Killian pours more lube on Carter's ass, rubbing it around the rim. "We're denying you of us."

From this angle, I have a clear view of Killian's fingers. How he pushes a thumb into Carter's asshole, then another. Carter moans at the pleasure Killian gives him, and I lower my gaze to his face. His lips are swollen from Killian's violent kiss. Parted as moans and grunts escape them.

"That feels so good." Carter's fingers sink into the sheets covering the bed, his brow furling. "Fuck, Killian, put your cock in me. I need you."

"Not fair," I complain, baring my teeth to them. "I want you too."

"You'll have us." Killian pulls his fingers from Carter's asshole, placing the head of his cock at the entrance instead. "When we're done punishing you."

"Please." My moan gets drowned out by Carter's loud gasp.

Looking to where their bodies connect, I see Killian push the head of his cock in.

"Fuck," Carter hisses.

His biceps flex as he adjusts to Killian's girth. What a sweet pain it must be. I love Killian's cock in my ass.

"Look at him, pet," Carter groans. "Look at Killian when he's taking my ass."

The torture of not being touched hurts so bad, but I do as he says. Killian spreads Carter's ass cheeks, thrusting forward. His entire length disappears into Carter, and both men make loud and feral sounds when Killian starts fucking Carter.

"That's it," Killian goads Carter, slamming into him. "Take it. Take every inch of me."

"More. Fuck, I need more." Carter grabs the sheets to stop from swaying back and forth with each stroke of Killian's cock.

"That's what you want?" Killian's harsh and relentless, like he's trying to split Carter in half.

"Yes." Carter twists the sheets between his fingers.

Killian reaches underneath him. Rewarding him by the look of it. Fucking Carter's cock with his hand.

The erotic sight in front of me spreads fire through my body. Hotter than hell. Burning and destroying every inch of me.

Each of these men is beautiful on his own, but together, they're something more. They fuck hard and fast. Their muscles work as one takes and the other gives. And the sounds that come out of them and of skin slapping on skin is too much to bear.

They're not perfect. They're something more.

So. Much. More.

"I'm going to come." My orgasm is suffocating. It's everywhere. Just from watching them together. "I can't hold it. I'm sorry. I can't."

Killian's expression softens. He pulls out of Carter, and Carter crawls up to me, to the aching spot between my legs.

"I'm sorry," I grind out, trying to rein it in.

"Don't be. You've been such a good girl." Carter's fingers dig into my thighs, his thumbs pulling my pussy lips apart. His mouth lowers to my hot sex, his breath fluttering on my skin when he says, "Torture time is over. I'm going to eat you out, and you're going to come on my tongue, A. Come for us."

Killian walks off somewhere, and then I hear the sound of water running behind me. I can't bring myself to care what he's doing there. Carter's mouth is on me. He sucks and licks and nips at my clit. Shoves three fingers inside me, spearing me, fucking me. Ruining me in the sweetest way imaginable.

It doesn't take long for my orgasm to detonate in my body. One electric shock after the other pulses through me as Carter draws out more of my climax out of me.

While I'm still shaking and trembling, I sense Killian's presence at my back. He undoes the binds on my wrists, and Carter takes his cue, doing the same for my ankles.

When he's done, Carter stands and waits. His cock stands proud, precum trickling on his piercing, on the swollen head.

"Now that you've been punished," Killian grits out, lust and desire soaking his words. "It's time to go through with this fantasy. My fantasy."

I search and find him at the edge of the bed. His large hands curl over my arms, and he drags me to him until my head hangs off the tall bed. His dick smells clean as he slaps my lips with it, and my mouth waters for him.

So that's what he was doing over there. Cleaning up.

"One where I fuck A's tight cunt?" Carter slides his cock over my wetness, sending another dizzying wave of arousal through me.

"Yes." Killian pulls on my top lip, forcing my mouth to open for him. "One where I fuck her pretty little mouth while you're inside her."

My fingers reach Killian's muscular thighs, and I grip them. "Do it."

Killian thrusts his cock into my mouth the same time Carter buries himself all the way inside my pussy. I close my eyes when Killian starts thrusting into my mouth. I hate that I can't see anything. Them fucking me. Them bruising me with their fingers. The pleasure on their expressions.

But it's okay. It's okay because I feel them. I hear them. These men run through my veins.

"Such a good girl," Killian groans. I gag on his girth, drool dripping down my face, and yet he keeps going. "Jesus, I could fuck the two of you forever and it still won't be enough."

"Amara, I'm fucking losing it." Carter's thumb presses and rubs my clit. "Watching your lips wrapped around his cock. Your spit on his dick. Fuck."

"She sucks me so good." Killian's cock swells in my mouth. "I'm not going to last."

At Killian's words, Carter pinches my clit, twisting it without a shred of mercy. More stars and fireworks explode behind my eyes as another soul-shattering orgasm takes over me. I clench and scream on the two men. And they give me exactly the thing I need, emptying themselves inside me.

When they soften, each man is careful as they remove themselves from me.

"We don't have a bath here." Killian carries me across the room, while Carter comes to his side, kissing Killian's shoulder, then my feet. "But we have a shower. Think that's going to work for your aftercare, beautiful girl?"

"If it works for Carter." My eyes are droopy, but somehow, I manage to keep them open and look at both men. "He deserves aftercare too."

"He does." Killian smirks.

Carter runs the hot water and the two men kiss. Then Killian puts me down. Carter curls his fingers around my neck, dragging me to him. To them.

Under the hot water stream, we kiss and kiss and kiss.

I don't think about my shop while we do. Don't think about secrets or half-truths.

I think about love and connection and fate.

I think about us until my brain is mush and I can't think of anything anymore.