Chapter 50 Corruption #2
“Kneel on my lap,” Kharon ordered, a wet pop echoing as he released me. “Carissima.”
Augustus picked me up, spreading me out across Kharon’s lap, a sacrificial offering. The silky ridge of his cock nestled against my heat and we both gasped.
Augustus stepped back, the other chair creaking as he sat in it.
Kharon’s long fingers wrapped around my face. He dragged me down and kissed me hard as I gripped onto his wide shoulders, the warm skin bunching and flexing.
Kharon released my face and reached down between our naked bodies.
He fisted his cock, tattooed tendons in his pale forearm flexing, as he positioned it at my entrance.
My thighs quivered.
“Are you ready, carissima?” Kharon asked breathlessly. “I know it’s your first time—breathe with me, stay relaxed.”
I nodded, unable to speak.
His hips flexed, his blunt tip slipping inside of me.
Kharon moved his fingers up, stroking through my curls, rubbing at my clit. His other hand gripped my hip and pushed me downward a little.
He stopped. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I gasped at the overwhelming fullness. It had an edge of pain, but was nothing I couldn’t handle.
He thrust a little deeper, then paused again. “Still, okay?” His eyes searched mine, glazed with lust and feelings.
“Yes—more.”
I gripped his shoulders for dear life as he slowly slipped deeper. Finally, he seated himself fully, throbbing inside of me.
“Good girl,” Augustus praised in my mind. “You’re doing such an amazing job.”
I looked back over my shoulder, whimpering at the hardness stretching me indecently, holding me in place.
Augustus was sitting naked in his chair, pierced cock fisted in his hand as he stroked himself, watching as Kharon fucked me.
His crown was askew on the top of his head—a Machiavellian glint was in his eyes; a single brand covered his unblemished bronze skin, it sat on the edge of his left pectoral muscle, directly over his heart.
Despotic, hungry, disturbingly competent.
The stretching pain took on a warm, pleasurable edge.
Flutters traveled through my core as I turned back, trembling on Kharon’s lap, his weapons digging harder into my thighs, as I sat spread across him.
He still wasn’t moving, waiting for me to adjust.
“Fuck,” he swore. “You’re so unreal—I’m not going to be able to last long.”
“Please.” I didn’t even know what I was asking for.
Kharon leaned his head down and licked at my nipples as he rubbed my clit.
He stayed motionless.
“Kharon,” I begged, tugging at his silky hair.
He made a depraved hungry sound around my nipple, eyes meeting mine, and he thrust shallowly—we both moaned.
Tingling spread as I spasmed around his long cock.
Sucking on my breast, holding my gaze, Kharon thrust up and down below me. Stretching me unbelievably wide, his little movements were sublime.
Kharon touched my clit possessively, rubbing through my wetness, and I clawed at his shoulders, head tipping back.
“Look at me while I fuck you,” Kharon demanded roughly as he thrust harder, filling me deep, the burn exquisite.
I looked down at the man nicknamed SEX, fully appreciating his talents.
Blood filled the whites of his eyes.
His pleasure and emotions slammed into me in a tidal wave as he engaged his powers: I love her. Mine. My heart. Mine. Consume. Cherish. Dominate. My love. Soulmate. Own her. My woman. Tie her up. Mine. Ravage. Love her.
Kharon jerked his hips harshly, slamming deeper, and I cried out with ecstasy—waves of pleasure crashing over me as I clenched his cock. The shock waves were endless.
Swearing, Kharon held my hips with both hands as he tipped his head back, hot wetness pulsing inside me as we came together.
Seconds passed as we both sat connected, chests heaving.
I leaned forward to rest against him.
“Not yet, carissima,” Kharon whispered huskily. He grabbed my hips and slowly lifted me off his lap.
My knees shook as I got to my feet.
Kharon gently pushed me toward Augustus. “Now …” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “You fuck him.”
The man in question, the eldest heir to the House of War, was waiting in his seat, legs spread obscenely wide. His bronze skin shone in the firelight, thick cock maroon and weeping; metal glinted on the tip.
His crown was even more askew, eyes hooded.
Pleasure still fluttering through me in aftershocks, on shaky knees I started to crawl onto Augustus’s lap.
“Not like that, my carus—turn around.”
Augustus’s nails bit into my hips as he turned me, so I was facing Kharon. Gripping me from behind, he moved forward to the edge of his seat.
“Open your legs,” Kharon ordered.
I obeyed, flushing as I was exposed.
Kharon palmed his soft cock. It was already hardening again in his hand. Is that normal?
Augustus gently pulled me toward him, and I gripped the chair arms for purchase, as he hovered me over his lap, and positioned his cold metal head at my entrance.
“Sit back down on me.”
Face flushing with heat, I lowered myself onto his dick. The stretch was unholy.
“I can see my cum dripping from you, princess,” Kharon said hoarsely as he watched us with hooded eyes, stroking faster.
“Does it hurt?”
I shook my head.
Augustus thrust his hips up forcefully, sheathing himself fully inside of me so I was sitting on his lap, my back to his chest.
I bit down on my lip, overwhelmed. He was everywhere. I was fully exposed, cool air pebbling my skin.
Augustus kissed my shoulders tenderly, cupping my breasts.
Kharon stroked himself faster, skin slapping wetly.
“Are you doing okay, my sweet carus?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
His metal piercing was cool inside of me and my stomach clenched at the new sensation.
“You did such a good job—you’re so beautiful, sweetheart. Your cunt feels so good squeezing around my cock.”
Gasping, still holding on to the chair arms, I looked over my shoulder at him.
Heated lips claimed mine—Augustus pulled my thighs wide apart and flexed inside of me. I moaned into his open mouth, and he bit down on my bottom lip.
I was displayed before Kharon, impossible pleasure once again mounting as Augustus kissed me, exploring my stomach and chest.
He flexed his hips up with a hard thrust, fingers moving lower and parting my curls as he pressed against my clit, his piercing dragging pleasurably deep inside.
It was too much.
I screamed into Augustus’s mouth as I clenched around him, my thighs shaking.
“I love you so much, my carus.”
Augustus swore, sucking on my tongue as he pulsed and flexed, coming with me.
Warm spurts spilled out seemingly endlessly, wetness dripping down my thighs and onto the chair beneath us.
I tipped my head back, melting against him, boneless.
Thumbs traced under my eyes, wiping tears away.
I hadn’t realized I was crying.
Kharon wrapped his soft cloak around my shoulders and lifted me off Augustus, cradling me against his chest. I rested my head against his new scar, his heart beating beneath my ear.
My eyes closed.
“You did so beautifully,” whispered through my mind.
Half-conscious, I barely noticed as Kharon laid me down on silk sheets, and a wet cloth was dragged between my thighs, cleaning me with tender carefulness.
The comforter was pulled up over my shoulders. Augustus tucked it under my legs and arms, fussing until only my ears were exposed.
I drifted to sleep with a grin.
The darkness shifted—I dreamed of the grim reaper hovering inches away from my face, watching.
My lashes fluttered open, heart thudding with fear.
I was lying in a velvet-draped four-poster bed, and the bedroom was dark. Augustus lay pressed against my side, his bronze thigh draped across my body as he hugged me tightly.
I turned my head—and gasped.
A pale blue gaze shone in the dark.
Kharon stood next to the bed, leaning over me. His face was predatory, eyes narrowed with a single-minded intensity. He didn’t move; he just watched me like a man possessed.
My personal grim reaper.
He leaned closer so our noses touched. “You’re ours, Alexis Hert,” he whispered in a gravelly voice. “Ours to watch, to protect … to devour.”
I brushed an inky lock of hair off his forehead.
“Calm down, Karen.”
He stilled—I arched my eyebrow at him—his posture relaxed, and he sighed like he was resigned to my audacity.
“You’re my angel,” he said vindictively, like he needed to make a point. “Rome can’t have you.” His voice deepened with unhealthy possessiveness. “I won’t allow it. Do you understand what I’m—”
I pulled Kharon down, cutting his tirade off—he melted into my arms with his face burrowed against my throat. He inhaled deeply.
Augustus shifted in his sleep, draping his powerful thigh across both of us, pinning us to the mattress.
“Go to sleep,” I whispered as I ran my fingers through Kharon’s short, silky hair.
“You go to sleep,” he grumbled under his breath.
Augustus shifted, his arm joining his leg as he squeezed us tightly.
They were obsessive, villainous men.
I’ve never felt so safe.
They were my husbands, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.