CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

The moment the door to the penthouse closes, I'm on Amara. My chest is pressed to her back, my teeth run along the curve of her neck. My fingers push the zipper of her offensive dress down.

"Are they afraid of you? These Marino men? They have to be, right? Should I?" she asks now of all times.

After being quiet for the entire ride home. Her words are as chopped as her breathing, yet she still asks.

Sweet Amara. Curious Amara.

I wouldn't change a single thing about her. Even her weird-as-fuck timing. Satan knows my own tact is virtually nonexistent.

Then again, maybe the reason she hasn't said a word is our fault. Might have something to do with me fingering her to an orgasm in the back seat. While Killian instructed me how to touch her.

Oh, well. What matters is we're here. That she's asking about the Marino family with curiosity rather than disgust. She doesn't push me off her or spit in Killian's face as he nears her front.

We told her they're members of the hotel. One of the meanest mafia families in New York. And she stays. Now, I'm more optimistic about her reaction once she knows everything. I'm gaining confidence one step at a time.

When I confess to her that Killian and I end people's lives—out of necessity which I enjoy very much—she might stay.

I hope she does.

"Yes," I hum in her ear. "You should be afraid."

"Very afraid." Killian stands in front of her. He's brutal as he shoves the sleeves of the dress off her shoulders. "I thought you knew that."

He pinches her pierced nipple, brushing his finger over the other. Harsh and soft. Playing with her head.

Turning her on.

Turning me on. Watching him touch her and listening to her moans turned screams has my cock so hard. I'm in agony.

I'm also an impatient fuck. I slip a hand to her bare ass, teasing her pucker. She clenches, screaming from the pain both Killian and I inflict. I lean forward, sucking and marking her shoulder as I look at Killian's pants. He's hard, making my dick jerk in response.

"W-what are you going to do to me?" she mumbles between eager, mindless moans.

"Oh, pet." In one swift movement, I push three fingers into her soaking cunt. "So many things. So. Many."

She'll freak out once she hears what we have planned for tonight. Killian and I settled it while Amara tried to milk Jamey for information.

She has no idea what's coming for her.

Amara keeps grinding on my hand. Killian curses under his breath while tossing his jacket to the floor, then ripping off his bow tie.

"You're wet, beautiful girl?" He scrunches the silky material in his large palm.

"Y-yes," she breathes out.

"Good." Killian and I move together. I slip out of her for a moment, he rubs his bow tie on her dripping cunt.

"That feels—oh—that feels so good," is the last thing Amara says.

Before Killian raises the soaked material and stuffs it between her plump lips.

Her choked sounds turn me into an animal. I flatten my palm on her thighs to press her back to my front. My hips buck, seeking her warmth. Her naked ass to my pants.

Let her ruin my pants. Let her destroy every fucking pair I own.

"My fingers are going to feel like nothing in comparison to what you'll have there later." I bury my fingers inside her again, stretching her. "You're about to have two cocks stuffing you."

Amara's body jolts at the forceful invasion and the wickedness of my promise. Her instincts scream at her to run.

I hope she tries.

I hold her still, as does Killian. He grabs her by the shoulders, pushing her to me.

She takes it, feisty little thing. She'll have a lot more to take soon.

"You missed a few words there, Carter." Killian leans into her. He brings her pierced nipple to his lips. Sucks.

He follows it up by sliding his fingers to her pussy. Rubbing her. Rubbing me. Same deviant shit we'd done on our first night together.

She claws at Killian's shoulders while we open her. Stretch her. Get her ready to have both of us in her tight hole.

"He's right, A." I grip her jaw with my free hand, my fingers splayed on her throat. She doesn't fight me when I tilt her head up. Doesn't complain that I'm not being gentle about it. "I did forget."

Her pupils are dilated. Her pulse hammers beneath my fingertips.

And she doesn't spit out Killian's bow tie.

I drag my tongue along her cheek, kissing her where the bump on her temple used to be. I'm ravenous from her sweet smell and Killian's blending into my nostrils. Killian joins me, tracing the length of her cheek, licking off my saliva.

His hungry tongue brushes the corner of my lips, then the sadist breaks off from us. "Go on."

"In the same hole." I add a fourth finger to her pussy. Tears well in her pretty eyes. She'll thank me later. "You're about to have two cocks filling your pussy."

Killian groans, spanking her right breast, then the left. Looking at her like he's a vulture and she's a little mouse while she cries out into his bow tie. Those muffled screams are as hot as the ear-piercing ones. Her pain is fucking delicious.

"This is nothing, Amara." Killian's voice is hoarse. The evil gleam in his has precum leaking on my piercing. "I hope you realize that."

"Mmm!" our beautiful girl whines.

She's not hurting now. Not really. But it won't be long before she will. I'm dying to fuck her. Own her. Possess her.

"You need us to stop, pinch either of us hard," I grind out.

She nods, as much as my grasp allows her.

"Good girl."

The praise doesn't diminish the fear in her eyes. Fucking beautiful.

While Killian works his fingers inside her, he returns to her gagged mouth. Bites her upper lip, evoking more cries out of her. His tongue glides lower then, tracing the seam of her bottom lip before dipping between it and his bow tie. The one that's soaked with her juices.

"Kill, come here." I part my lips, already missing both of them on my tongue.

What little light has remained in his eyes dies out. Pitch-black darkness takes over. He crushes his open lips to mine, infiltrating my mouth with his tongue. He does evil things to my mouth with this tongue, with his lips. Makes my toes curl. He licks and assaults my tongue, and I taste him. I taste Amara on him too.

"Fuck." I'm breathless when Killian releases me. I give Amara a harsh glare, and her glossy eyes meet mine. "A, your days of using toothpaste are over. You want to brush your teeth, you stick your hand in your pussy."

"Or we'll do it for you." Killian's fingers push impossibly deeper into her cunt. "Let's take her to bed."

"On it."

We remove our fingers from her together. She's still whimpering and breathing hard through her nose when I scoop her in my arms.

Spit dribbles from the corners of her mouth. A deep blush taints her soft cheeks. Amara's feet dangle in the air, the soles curved in a beautiful shape, thanks to the heels Killian chose for her.

The heels stay while we fuck her.

"Your room?" I ask Killian at the bottom of the stairs.

"Our room."

For a brief second, we exchange a heated gaze. The fire between us crackles. It speaks.

My eyes lower to the O that I carved into Amara.

Ours.

Ours.

Ours.

We climb the stairs, us first, Killian behind us. Amara, despite the drooling and labored breaths, is efficient at removing my bow tie. She tosses it in the air, and removes Killian's bow tie, holding it in her small palm.

"Pretty little A." I stop at the landing, taking his bow tie back from her and shoving it in her mouth. "Not so scared of two cocks tearing into your cunt?"

Her lips curve into a naughty smile around the black fabric. All the while, she doesn't stop unbuttoning my shirt.

"In that case." Killian pulls on her hairband, releasing her soft, blond locks. "We'll skip lubing you."

My maniacal grin slashes my face in half. Her eyes widen in horror.

We step into our bedroom, and Killian finally removes the fabric from her mouth. He sniffs it, growling. I make a mental note to steal it for myself later.

"Carter." Amara scratches at my bare chest. "Do you hear me? I asked if—"

"Asked what, pet?" I throw her on the bed, prowling at her, smiling. My fingers go absentmindedly to my chest, grazing the broken skin she clawed at. "Or should I call you little beast?"

Her lithe body is quick to react. She straightens herself, her tits pushing forward. I zoom in on the redness around her pierced nipple.

"You're going through with this, aren't you?" Her voice is a mixture of fear and excitement. My eyes cut to hers. "Without lube?"

"Depends." Completing the work she started, I shuck off my jacket and shirt. "You want us to?"

"Never gonna happen." Shirtless Killian toes off his shoes, then unbuckles his belt.

He's the picture of elegance and composure, even naked. His biceps bulge beneath his intricate tattoos. His dick pushes against his fingers as they work on his fly.

He's completely naked when he shoves Amara to the bed, spreading her legs. I can't help but stay in place and admire their naked bodies when he positions himself between her parted thighs. When I get the full view of his asshole.

He starts saying, "Begonias," and finishes the word with a groan. Because my tongue is on his balls, my hands on his ass cheeks. I don't stop there, sucking the sack, then sliding my tongue up to circle his rim.

Once, twice.

He loses control, slamming his throbbing cock into Amara. He thrusts into her, almost drilling her into the bed with how hard he pounds her. I don't let up, spitting on his clenched hole, giving this beautiful man pleasure by fingering him. One finger, then two as I jerk myself.

"Dammit, Carter," he groans.

"More." Amara's nails dig into his biceps.

"You want more?" The muscles on his back flex. One of his hands fists Amara's hair as he fucks her harder. The more his ass stretches for me, the harder she gets it.

Savage.

"You look so beautiful." I find Amara's hooded eyes dancing between us. My eyes stay on her as I pull out of Killian's asshole, grab a wipe from the nightstand and clean my fingers. I fuck my hand slowly by the bed. "Getting railed like that. You think she can take more, Killian?"

"Yes." With this one word, he slides one arm beneath her, lifting her back off the bed. Going deeper. Making her scream and claw at his tattooed arms. "Your cunt can take both of us, beautiful girl. Can take any fucking thing."

"Such a good girl." I move behind them, and Killian slows down. He pulls back, still inside her when I push two fingers inside, rocking them in tandem with Killian's hips. "Such a dirty girl."

"I'm—I," she whines. "It hurts."

Killian, who's as sadistic as I am, resumes fucking her like he hates her. His balls slap on my hand while Amara's pussy stretches for us.

"So wet." I suck on my bottom lip, groaning at the sight of her juices dripping on my hand. Then I draw them out of her. "Maybe you won't need lube, after all."

"Let's see." Killian flips on his back, one of his hands gripping Amara's ass firmly. Pinning her to him, so his cock remains deep inside her pussy.

His jaw is clenched tight. His abs strain as he continues rocking into her from under. I have no doubt he would've bitten a piece of her flesh if it wouldn't cause such permanent damage.

So would I.

He grabs her cheek, his voice strained. "Ride me."

She does. It takes her a moment, but our girl starts rocking on top of him, matching his pace. Grinding her clit on his body.

That won't do. I grab the bottle of lube and get on the bed next to them. I'll lube my cock later, but for now, I spit on my fingers, sliding my fingers between Amara and Killian's sweating bodies. She grinds on my fingers, her elbows bending. She's barely holding on, and that turns me on like no fucking other.

"Want to come, Amara?" While I keep fisting myself, I gather saliva in my mouth.

My tongue is full of spit when I hover over her small, pink asshole.

"Yes. Please."

"Want to come on Killian's cock with my finger deep in your asshole?" I push through the tight tissues.

"Yes, Carter, yes." Her asshole clenches despite her eager moans.

"I love hearing you say his name when you ride me," Killian's grip on her is punishing. "Say it again."

"Carter," she breathes at the same time I shove my wet finger inside her. "Carter!"

Her soft hair and bouncing tits stroke his stomach. Her ass pushes back to me, begging for the pain I give her.

"Greedy cunt." I slap her butt cheek, my palm leaving red marks that I know will stay there tomorrow. "Our greedy cunt."

"Come for us." Killian grips a few locks of her hair, pulling her lips to his. "Come on my cock, beautiful girl. Make yourself nice and wet before Carter stretches that tight little pussy."

Her screams shake the walls. Her holes squeeze us. Her mouth begs and begs and begs while she comes, until she's boneless and limp, falling on top of Killian.

"No, baby." I wipe my finger on the covers, then hoist her toward me by gripping her hips. "We're not nearly done with you."

She whimpers but lets me do what I want to her body anyway.

"Our perfect little fuck doll." Killian sucks on the crook of her neck, looking at me while he's talking to her. "Still want more?"

"Yes." She twists her head to me, and I've never seen anything more beautiful.

"You're getting it, then." I place my hand between her and Killian's faces. "Spit, now."

She does. Some of her saliva drips to Killian's collarbone, and he lets his pleasure be heard. Loud and motherfucking clear.

"Spit in my mouth, Amara," he orders.

She listens, our good girl. I lean on my dry hand to watch the string of her spit land in his open mouth. I get off on it. Amara does too, her pussy clenching while I try to shove the throbbing head of my cock inside of her.

Killian savors the taste of her saliva, his cock jerking. Then he opens wide. I know what he wants. What he needs.

I always have.

"Suck your spit back, pet." I spank her. "Suck Kill's mouth dry."

She kisses him, her cheeks hollowing, as she claims back her saliva. My cock presses a little harder, dripping with her spit and lube and eager to get in.

I almost lose my fucking mind from how tight she is. How hard he is.

"Give it to me." I twist her head, claiming her mouth.

My lips coax hers open, demanding their spit.

Our doll. Our princess.

Ours.

I release her, moaning loudly as I swallow their spit.

"Good girl." I bend to bite her cheek, pushing myself an inch inside. "You ready?"

"I—" Her voice breaks. "No."

"We'll make it fit."

I conveniently forget to mention it'll hurt like a motherfucker.

"I can't." Her body trembles.

"I don't hear begonias." The swollen tip of my cock begs to be inside her. My piercing grazes Killian's shaft and forces the most delicious sounds out of him.

But I wait. For her, I fucking wait.

"No, I—it stings." Her hole squeezes us. Tight and sinful.

"It's going to burn, A." I shove another inch in. "You're going to be sore for a week. It's a promise."

"No, please." Her voice trembles as if she's sobbing.

My hand entangles in her hair, and I yank on it. Her back arches while her ass stays in place. Killian's hands massage one of her tits, the other gripping her hip firmly.

She's not crying. Her cheeks are dry. Her eyes taunting.

Killian takes hold of her face, stealing her from me. "Don't be a brat," he threatens, low and gruff.

"We can do much worse than fill you up," I drive deeper inside her. "This? This is child's play."

Amara turns to me, forgetting the pain. Growling at me. She has every right to. I still slap her round beautiful ass before returning to push my cock inside her. Slowly. Ever so fucking slowly.

It takes every ounce of restraint in me not to tear her apart with my dick.

Except I want to hurt her, not traumatize her.

"Open up, pet." Fighting her tight pussy, I rock myself in and out. "I'm almost all the way in."

"I'm trying," she pleads.

I tug on her hair, angling her face to mine. "Try. Harder."

Her cunt relaxes, accommodating my girth. Both of ours. A sexy-as-hell guttural sound comes out of her when I bottom out in her pussy.

"Such a good girl," I praise. "That's it. That's how you take it."

"So good," Killian tells her through clenched teeth.

His cock is thick, pulsating against me. The ridge of his head rubs on mine in the tight space of Amara's sex. Our dicks touched before today. Amara jacked us off like that.

But being inside her together, it's mind-blowing. Her hot, wet walls engulf us. Join us together. I don't remember anything this good in my life. Anything this debauched and decadent.

Because I'm not just fucking them. I'm loving them.

Glancing at Amara, I can see she's checked out so I press her head back on Killian's warm chest. "My baby is flying high."

"M-hmm." Her teeth bite her bottom lip with the effort to take both of us. And through it all, she smiles.

"Carter," Killian calls me. "On your back."

He catches me off guard. I slow the rhythm of my thrusts, studying him.

Jesus, he's so handsome with her beautiful cheek mashed into his chest.

"On your back," he repeats. His dominating voice stirs me out of my daze. "I want to pound into her. With both of you beneath me."

Her eyes light up at that. She likes the idea. I freaking love it.

I pull out, doing as he ordered.

"Come here, baby." I help her sweet body off Killian and onto me. "Good girl, come sit on my cock."

The sweat on her back dampens my chest. Her soft hair tickles my jaw. I revel in the feeling of being covered by her. My hands move to her breasts, fingers crushing her nipples.

"You have such beautiful tits." Killian fists himself and lowers to lick a nipple I point at him. His tongue swirls around my fingers, my knuckles.

He doesn't stay there.

He sits on his knees, lining his cock to her pussy.

"Carter was kind to you, wasn't he?" His firm hand caresses her thigh then my balls.

"Very." She twists to me, licking my jaw.

"You're already nice and stretched." He brushes his thumb over her clit, sounding ominous as fuck. "Ready."

I don't think she's aware of what Killian means to do to her. I grin so wide I'm about to tear my cheeks.

"I am."

"Good girl."

The pressure of his cock on me feels incredible. All while being inside her.

"I'm going to fuck you like I hate you." More pressure on my cock. More of Killian's dark, unhinged glare. "I don't."

Killian shoves his dick inside Amara's pussy. Filling her. Pulsing against mine. Owning us. Amara's agonized, pleasured cry has the same effect on me as Killian's cock does. It reaches straight to my balls, behind my eyes. I thrust deeper into her, setting off more cries from our Amara.

"Shh, you're doing so well," I tell her as Killian and I roll in and out of her trembling body.

I continue pinching and stroking her tits. Killian works her clit, calming her down while he's pounding pleasure into her.

It takes Amara a while to adjust to our size together. To the stretch. Her tears drip on my chest. Killian licks whatever's left on her cheeks. Eventually, she stops crying and shaking. The pain transforms into something better.

Her moans are less chopped, her hands finding my hair and stroking it.

"Beautiful girl." Killian presses his chest to hers.

The kind words don't mean he's any less ruthless. Nothing like it. If anything, he grows crueler by the second. I sure as shit don't let up on her, either. Watching how both of them react to my cock and my piercing is fucking intoxicating.

"Perfect." He leans in to kiss her. His teeth bite and pull on her lips. "And you." His dark brown eyes rise to mine. "You're perfect."

For the second time this evening, his words make my heart stop. His brutal kiss to my lips only makes me think that this is it, I'm dying. Fucking dying. Then I hear and see Amara latching onto Killian's neck, sucking on his skin.

We're our own little, fucked up family, and I….

Fuck, I'm there. I'm fucking there. "I'm going to come." My voice sounds foreign. Choked and raspy with need.

"Me too," they say together.

A feral growl is pushed out of my lungs as I explode inside her. My cum coats Killian's dick, and he thrusts his hips a couple of more times. He finally comes when Amara spasms on us, milking us dry.

Killian releases his weight on us. His arms embrace us, and we hug him back. Amara's hands are on mine, her cathartic tears spilling onto my chest.

"Are you okay?" My lips brush on her temple.

"Yes." She looks up at me, pouting. "But…"

Killian doesn't move a muscle. The two of them crush me, and I like it. I really like it.

"‘But' what, beautiful girl?" Killian's voice is soft. Kind.

"I love you," Amara, having more balls than both of us combined, blurts out. One of her hands finds the side of my neck, the other one grips Killian's hair. "I love both of you."

I blink. My eyes glide up from her to Killian's darker ones.

Love.

Our hearts expand. His and mine alike. It's a weird fucking feeling. To love Amara. To be loved by her.

The best one ever.

The woman's courage fuels mine. "I do too. Love you. Both of you."

Not a part of me resents him for not showing Amara and me tenderness before we hooked up. Everything happened as it should. His ice-cold demeanor had shaped me into the man I am today. A warm, coddling approach would've destroyed me.

Thanks to Killian, I've learned to direct my violent tendencies.

I'm grateful. But I don't need his guidance anymore. I need his goddamn heart.

We eye Killian expectantly. Struggling. Human. There's no way he's getting out of here without saying those words, though.

"Well, what do you think?" he grumbles.

"He's so cute when he's grumpy, isn't he?" Amara whispers through tears.

The last person who referred to Killian as cute is no longer among the living. She'll find out, in the very near future, exactly what we did to him. If she's okay with us running a hotel for criminals—with us beating people to a pulp when it's needed—then she'll definitely like hearing about that.

"Yeah, he is." I chuckle, though it's hard with their weight on me. "Care bear is kinda cute."

"I love you." His grim tone does a shit job to hide his feelings. Warm and freaking fuzzy. "I love you, Carter. I love you, Amara."

He doesn't wait for our response, only gets up, offering his hand to her.

Amara doesn't need his hand. She tears herself from me, flinging her naked body into Killian's.

Her arms circle his neck, her hands pulling him to her. "Love, like love-love?"

I perch on my forearms slowly to stare at them.

"You're pushing it, beautiful girl." He picks her up in the air, cradling her to his chest. I can see he's struggling. I can also see his warmth. Our version of it, anyway.

Watching them together has my heart slamming against my ribs. This isn't jealousy. It's straight-up protectiveness. Possessiveness so toxic that it paints my blood black.

Love.

A stark reminder that I'll do anything and everything to keep these two with me. Unharmed. Alive.

Mine.

Always mine.