Die For Me (The Consumed Series Book 2)

Hana

Michael’s apartment was insanely gorgeous. We all three walked in, and I gasped when I saw his two-story, floor-to-ceiling windows displaying a perfect view of Manhattan, the city lights twinkling under the night sky. Walking in further, I noticed the beautiful kitchen to my right, its white marble countertops sparkling clean, and the built-in appliances looking untouched. An electric fireplace stood in front of the living room couch that was adjacent to the kitchen, and behind that were stairs. The living room and kitchen looked like a model home the way the Greenwich house did.

“Upstairs are three rooms. There’s a lovely patio out there as well. I would love to have a drink with you up there.” Michael eyed me with a smile.

A drink, after he just lectured me? I didn’t care; I smiled with a nod as he took my hand and led me up the stairs. I looked at Jack as he walked toward the windows, admiring the beautiful view.

“Sure, I’ll just make myself comfortable,” he called sarcastically.

I frowned down at Jack while Michael ignored him and guided me carefully up the modern wooden stairs.

At the top of the stairs, there was a hallway that split; one side led to a glass door to the patio and the other side led to all of the rooms. Michael gave me a brief tour of the rooms before hauling me out to the patio. The weather was starting to get warmer, but the nighttime still held a chill. I stared wide-eyed at the Manhattan skyline, the view not much different than the one from mine and Jack’s place. Michael stood behind me and wrapped his arms around me, breathing in my hair.

“What I really want is to bend you over and make you scream for all of our neighbors to hear,” he said quietly into my ear, his voice deep and smooth.

I giggled to myself. He could so easily make me feel like a teenage girl with her first crush. “I would love that, sir,” I breathed out.

Suddenly, Michael’s hands were to my waist, pulling my dress up before he quickly pushed down my underwear and slipped his finger inside of me. I gasped as his strong hand gripped my pussy, and he quickly pulled away.

“You’re dripping wet for me, baby. Let’s see how many times I can make you come,” he said into my ear. Then I felt his thick, long cock thrust inside of me, forcing me to moan loudly.

I was desperate to be filled after only having hands inside of me earlier; I backed my ass toward Michael’s hips, pushing myself onto him. His hand gripped my hair and pulled hard.

“So fucking greedy as usual, Hana,” he scolded me, pounding me harder.

I let out a scream as he furiously pumped in and out of me, his length feeling like it would split me in half. Michael’s hand reached for my clit and began to tease it as he pumped hard and quick. I closed my eyes as my body melted and released its much needed orgasm.

“Oh my fucking God,” I screamed loudly, chasing another orgasm as he continued his speed, his finger slipping around my wetness.

“That’s right. I’m your fucking God,” Michael growled.

I came again as I clenched the glass patio wall, almost afraid it would break with the way Michael continued to pound me.

Michael grunted as he let go of my hair and slammed into me, spilling his cum inside of me. It dripped down my thighs as he started to slow and took my face, turning it toward him.

“You’re mine, Hana,” he said before pressing his lips to mine, an eager kiss that almost felt like a plea.

“Yes,” I whispered back.

Michael smirked. “Come on. Let’s go christen the shower.”

* * *

After mine and Michael’s shower, I found Jack working and sulking in the room that he had claimed as his. He watched as I untied my robe and dropped it to the floor. I had come so many times already, but I needed Jack inside of me. I longed for his touch, for the look he gave me as he pounded me senseless.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” he asked from his bed, setting his laptop aside.

I nodded and smiled, slowly walking toward him. His eyes were wide as he stared me up and down, eagerly unzipping his jeans and moving to sit on the edge of the bed. I straddled him, his hard cock underneath me and his boxer briefs the only thing between us. I began to move my hips and run my hands through his hair, unable to take my eyes off him. I stared at his pouty lips and pressed mine against them, gently biting down. He moaned as he ran his hands around my ass, helping me move my hips.

He parted our lips. “Hana,” he breathed out in his deep, sexy voice.

“Jack,” I moaned.

“I love you so fucking much. I need you.” He quickly pulled his boxer briefs down and shoved himself inside me, the slickness easily guiding his thrusts.

“I love you, Jack,” I cried out. “I need to come all over your cock.” My eyes fluttered shut as I let my head hang backward.

Jack chuckled before he put his finger to my mouth. Instinctively, I wrapped my lips around it and began to suck. He quickly released his finger and lowered his hand to my ass, sticking his finger inside and driving it in and out. The movement of Jack’s cock pumping in and out of me with the added pleasure of his finger inside my ass instantly made my pussy pulse with pleasure, my orgasms coming one after the other.

“Oh fuck, baby,” I gasped. “Your cock is so fucking perfect.”

I knew praising him would send him over the edge—with Michael now in the picture, he needed perpetual reassurance.

“Fuck, Hana.” He grunted as he came inside me, our bodies sweaty and clinging to each other.

We caught our breath as he slowed his hips, never once parting his eyes from mine.

“You are my life, sweetheart. I will never get enough of you.” He gently caressed his fingertips across my lips. “Please sleep with me tonight. Just me,” he begged, his lustful eyes turning desperate in a panicked plea.

Fuck. My sweet Jack.He was showing his vulnerable, gentle side constantly now. I think his self-doubt had doubled now that Michael was in our lives.

With him still inside of me, I nodded and took his face with my hands.

“Okay, baby. I will.” I nodded, my tone almost sympathetic.

He began to move his hips again, and I could feel him get harder inside of me. He grinned deviously and threw me onto my back, never once parting from me as he hovered over me.

“Since I have you all night, I plan to fuck you until you can’t walk straight,” he teased, his sultry, low voice sending a tingle throughout my body.

I nodded, my breath quickening as he took my arms with his hands and held them down onto the bed.

“My sweet, dirty, slutty wife.” He grinned. “Time to fuck you like the whore you are.”