Saviors (Saviors and Survivor Duet #1)

1. Connor

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Connor

T he girl in front of me was absolutely fucking gorgeous. Or maybe I was captivated by her because she was naked. On all fours. Ready for us.

She was a little younger than me, mid-twenties. The dim light caught her silky black hair as it swished over her neck. The dark shade made her pale skin seem translucent. And fucking stunning. My fingers twitched to see if it was as smooth as it looked. To run them down her soft hips.

I wasn’t in the business of denying myself, especially not with a willing participant. So I did just that. She shivered as I traced her curves, skimming the swell of her breasts, over the dip in her waist until I was gripping her round hips. My cock throbbed as our bodies lined up.

She tilted her head, briefly looking back at me over her shoulder with bright green eyes. Her cheeks were rosy with lust. Her lashes cast shadows along them. She was flawless.

She looked like every fantasy I’d had of Snow White. Her short hair completed the image. All she was missing was the red bow. And clothes.

I could hear her scattered breathing over the sensual music. It was quieter in here than the main part of the club. These rooms were used for more private moments. Not that an orgy with three guys and one girl was exactly private.

“You want them to fuck you?” The older guy sitting in a plush armchair asked as he watched us. “Use you like the dirty fucking whore you are?”

He’d been directing since we walked into the room. Ordering her to take her clothes off and get in position. I usually took a backseat in group moments, but something about him had set me on edge from the moment he’d spoken.

They’d come to the club together, so maybe this was their dynamic. I wasn’t sure. My brother and I were just guest stars in whatever scene they were playing. We liked it that way. We weren’t ones for attachments or complications.

Owning a sex club made it easy to feed our particular desires. And if the release we found in this room didn’t work to soothe the restlessness in our veins, there was always the underground fighting ring operating below us or the illegal gambling club a few floors up. Either way, we’d find some entertainment tonight.

But I couldn’t deny she was what I wanted. It had become a craving the second they’d invited us back here. I needed to feel her sweet little cunt wrapped around me. Needed to know what she would sound like when I filled her with my cock.

“Yes.” Her ascent was nothing more than a breathy whisper, but it was all the consent we needed.

Consent was important here at Eros. As was anonymity. We didn’t know their names, and they didn’t know ours. They weren’t necessary for us to enjoy ourselves.

But there were precautions in place. Nobody entered the club without being a member or having an invitation from one. That ensured newcomers had someone to guide them. Take them through the rules.

She glanced up at Maverick, my brother, who was kneeling in front of her. He smirked, running a hand down his shirtless chest, trying to draw her attention. He’d had a fight earlier and hadn’t bothered with anything other than gym shorts when I texted him about this little private party.

I flexed my fingers on her hips, reminding her that he wasn’t the only one here. Her thighs trembled. Her obvious anticipation sent a thrill through me.

“She likes it rough.” There was a vicious edge to the man’s tone that had my teeth clicking together. But I was too interested in her to back out. The lust swirling through my mind was making the decisions now.

“Me too, belladonna.” Maverick whispered as he wrapped her hair into his fist, yanking her until her upper body bowed towards him.

My cock hardened as her ass rubbed against it. The position also gave me a better view of her front. Her tits were perky and round. The perfect little handful with tight pink nipples. Her stomach was smooth, almost too thin for my usual taste. But she had that sweet curve to her hips that I fucking loved. I couldn’t take my hands away from it.

Heat shot through me as I looked between her spread legs. Her pussy was swollen and wet, just waiting for us to devour. Maverick leaned forward to run his tongue along her parted lips. No way was he going to get the first taste.

Reluctantly, I released her to pull the t-shirt off with one hand. Popping the button on my jeans, I slipped them down enough to free my cock. The head brushed her cunt. She was warm and soft. The feel of her shot through me like a hit from a drug. Drowning out my other senses.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest little thing?” I said as I sat poised at her entrance. “Like a flower.”

“A rotting flower.” The older guy chuckled. My jaw clenched as his words popped our perfect bubble. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, loathing the bastard I didn’t even know. “One that’s been sitting dead in a vase for too long.”

My gaze connected with Maverick’s. We’d been brothers for a while now and I knew the spark in his gray eyes wasn’t a good thing. He was a fan of degradation, but this asshole’s words didn’t settle right with him either. I ignored it as I focused on the little bloom before me.

“You’re beautiful.” I whispered as I skimmed my hands towards her front. My touch was feather light. Heat pooled in my gut as I watched the goosebumps break out on her skin. I loved seeing the effect we had on her.

Maverick released her hair, gripping her throat instead. He caught the soft whimper she made as he shoved her head onto my shoulder. Bringing us all closer together.

She gasped as I bumped her tight little pussy. Her head lulled to the side. He nipped at her ear. “There you go. Let him make you feel good.”

I stroked a single finger through her cunt, and she soaked it instantly. “So wet for us.”

Another whimper as I dipped inside her. She was soft and warm, everything I was fucking dying for. My balls ached to unleash, but I kept my touch gentle, slowly pumping in and out of her. Listening to the sound of her desire for us.

“Taste how much you want this,” Maverick said, and I withdrew to follow his order.

The girl blinked as I brought my wet fingers to her lips. She was still relaxed against our bodies. She was like a puppet. I enjoyed more action in my participants, but this was their show.

When she didn’t part her lips right away, the older guy crossed the room. The girl cried out as he grabbed her chin, practically yanking her from our hold. “Open your fucking mouth!”

His tone was harsher than it needed to be. When she was still too slow, he shook her hard enough that I heard her teeth clicking together.

“Now!” The command was punctured, with a sharp slap to her cheek. The red on her skin matched the color clouding my vision. The anger roared to life in an instant. Clawed at my chest to get out.

“Hey!” Maverick gripped his wrist. The bones creaked beneath his palm as the guy released his hold on her.

She jerked, falling against me. I grasped her cheek, smearing her wetness along her face. But I couldn’t enjoy it as I examined the mark he’d left behind. Her beautiful, creamy skin was marred by his touch.

The glare I shot him could’ve melted flesh. I hadn’t really noticed him before. But now I was. He was at least twice her age with salt and pepper hair. It was slicked back, making his widow’s peak worse. He had on an expensive suit and gold rings that did nothing to distract from the weight he needed to lose.

“Start listening, bitch.”

This motherfucker gave a bad name to Doms everywhere. He thought it was about controlling someone. Owning them. But that wasn’t all of it. You had to care about the person. To want the best for them. Maybe there was degradation, but there could also be praise.

“Don’t you think you should take it a little easier on her?” Maverick tightened his grip, but the asshole wasn’t backing down.

He wrenched his arm free and raised a sardonic brow. “You have no right to tell me how to treat my whore.”

I made a note to find out his identity and remove his membership. I looked at the rage in Maverick’s gaze and knew we were done. They’d have to look for someone else to help play out their fantasies, because this wasn’t for us.

A sigh escaped me as I grasped the girl’s waist again. Something inside compelled me to get one last touch before we left. It was a craving. A compulsion. One more look, too. As I glanced down to where my hands grasped her fair skin, I noticed a deep purple bruise on her thigh.

The lighting was low, so I hadn’t seen it at first. With fresh eyes, I skimmed over her. There was more. Bruises on her legs and chest. Marks on her wrists.

“Mav?” I tilted my head down towards the bruises. His gaze narrowed as he dropped his hand from around her throat.

And there it was. Rope burn. It was partially hidden by make-up, but some of it had been disturbed by the heat of Maverick’s palm.

I turned to look at her face again. Her eyes didn’t focus as she stared at me. Almost as if she wasn’t seeing me or even the room. Her lids seemed to flutter, like she was struggling to keep them open.

My lungs constricted. It wasn’t unusual to see marks or bruises on someone at the club. But their whole dynamic was off. Alarm bells had been ringing in my mind since that asshole had first opened his mouth. But I’d listened to my dick instead.

“Sweetheart, what’s your safe word?” I asked low enough so only she could hear.

She mumbled something and shook her head. It was barely even a shake, more a light back and forth as her skull lulled on my shoulder. Her body leaned heavily on mine, as if I was the only thing holding her up.

“Is she high?” My teeth raked over my lower lip as I tried to control my rage.

Without a hint of concern or regret, the old guy glanced at me. “She wanted something to take the edge off.”

“What the fuck?” Maverick shouted as he gently took her from my arms, laying her softly on the carpet. “She can’t consent if she’s high.”

“That’s not how it fucking works.” My jaw ached as I clinched it, staring at her limp body. It wasn’t sexual anymore. All I felt was concern. Worry for this girl I didn’t even know.

“She agreed before. She wants this.” He stood, thinking he could intimidate us. There was a look of determination in his eyes. “Keep going.”

My stomach dropped as I continued to stare at her. Her chest rose on shallow breaths. Her pink lips were parted. Her lids closed, hiding their beguiling green color. She seemed soft. Fragile.

I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out and brushing a strand of dark hair from her face. “Do you want us to keep going?”

Her eyes flicked open, and for a moment they were clear. She held my gaze like she was trying to convey something without words. But she only needed to say a single one. “No.”

Her eyes closed again, and Maverick looked at me. His hands tightened into fists. A muscle in his jaw popped. A silent communication passed between us.

Something was very fucking wrong here.