Split

Chapter 34

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“ S eriously, great party,” Cherie titters, leaning her body weight against her husband as he reclines back against the sofa in the study, fingers flexing their grip on her thigh.

A fire is roaring in the hearth, warming the room and bathing the interior in a pale orange glow. The last of our party guests left half an hour ago, save for these two, and we’re all a little fuzzy from the liquor, lounging here in an effort to wind down from the high of a raucous evening.

“It was alright,” Knox mumbles from his seat beside me on the sofa opposite theirs. “Certain parts of it were definitely memorable.”

He slides me a sly wink and my cheeks heat, my gaze pinging to the fire as my throat bobs with a hard swallow.

I’m still waiting for the gravity of what I’ve done to sink in; for guilt to take hold. I’m nervously anticipating how I’ll react when it finally registers, holding my breath like I’ve done every day at the manor while thinking my husband was plotting my murder. My own death hasn’t come yet, and neither has the remorse I should feel for executing my own father. I hope it never does.

“You two are welcome to stay the night, if you’d like,” Roman offers, glass clinking as he pours himself a drink at the bar cart across the room. “We’ve got plenty of space here.”

“Maybe we should head to a guest room, then,” Cherie suggests, rubbing her ass against Anton’s lap suggestively.

“But what if I want to take you right here, by the fire?” he questions, arching a dark brow.

An airy giggle floats from her lips, Anton’s eyes gleaming with a nights’ worth of liquor as he pushes down the straps of her dress.

“Anton!” she squeals, holding the fabric tight to her chest so her breasts don’t spill from the top. Embarrassment colors her cheeks as she glances our way, mouthing an apology.

“Hey, don’t stop on our account,” Knox remarks cavalierly, swirling the vodka around his glass.

Anton grins deviously in response to getting the green light, shoving the top of his wife’s dress down to her waist and fully exposing her breasts. I avert my eyes as a flush heats my own cheeks, but within seconds I find myself glancing back over, watching in rapt fascination as he kneads her full breasts beneath his palms.

Those things have got to be implants . Not only are Cherie’s boobs huge on her frame, but they’re perfectly symmetrical and perky. They’re gorgeous.

An uncomfortable feeling of inadequacy stirs within me, but Knox reaches for me before it can fully take hold, pulling me over onto his own lap. He repositions me to his liking with my back against his chest and my legs draped between his, sliding a hand beneath the slit in the skirt of my dress to grip my thigh.

“Do you want to watch?” he murmurs in a low voice, warm breath skating across the shell of my ear.

My heart pounds harder, a thrill rushing through me as goosebumps pebble up on my skin.

Do I?

“Yes,” I answer, my voice barely above a whisper.

I feel his smile against my ear as he leisurely trails his hand higher up my thigh, cupping my throbbing center. His fingers start to move against me, caressing me through my panties as Anton leans over to take one of Cherie’s stiff pink nipples into his mouth.

“Are you getting wet watching them?” Knox growls in my ear.

“Yes,” I admit on a stilted sigh.

“That’s how I feel, every time I watch my brother fuck you,” he grits out, pushing the damp cotton of my panties to the side and sinking a finger inside me.

A breathy moan escapes my lips at the intrusion, shame coating my cheeks in a pink blush as I dart a glance toward Anton and Cherie– but the two of them are so caught up in one another that they seemingly haven’t taken notice of what Knox is doing to me while in the same room.

Anton releases his wife’s nipple with a loud pop, bite marks fresh on her breasts as he taps her butt, prompting her to slide off his lap. Sinking to her knees on the floor below him, he unfastens his slacks and shoves them down, his cock springing free. It’s not quite as impressive as my mens’ are, but it’s still long and thick, Cherie licking her lips hungrily as she takes it in a palm and leans her head over his lap.

“Come here, brother,” Knox calls out to Roman, Cherie choking on gasp as Anton bucks his hips and slams her mouth down over his cock.

I hear the clip of Roman’s dress shoes against the tile as he crosses the room from the bar cart, tossing back the vodka in his glass along the way and setting the empty tumbler down on the end table beside the sofa.

“Where would you like his mouth, pet?” Knox murmurs, nipping my ear. While rubbing tortuous circles around my clit with the fingers of one hand, he begins trailing the other over my body.

“Here?” he asks, squeezing my breast through the satin bodice of my gown. I arch my back, my head falling back against his shoulder.

His fingers glide up my collarbone, hand circling my throat. “Or here?” he questions, the pad of his thumb pressing against my pulse point.

My breath catches, pulse racing.

Knox works his way up higher, sweeping his thumb against my lower lip before pressing it into my mouth. “Or maybe here?” he asks as I wrap my lips around his digit and suck on it instinctively, the frenetic energy from his touch making me react like a bitch in heat.

He withdraws, thumb drawing a trail of my saliva down my chin, between my breasts, running and over the front of my body, all the way down to the apex of my thighs. “Or perhaps here ,” he growls, my inner walls clenching around him as he thrusts in a second finger.

A needy whine slips from my lips, unbidden.

Knox glances back up at Roman, emerald eyes twinkling with dark delight. “I think we have our answer, brother.”

Roman’s lips curve into a sinister grin as he rounds the couch and comes to stand in front of us, wasting no time in getting to his knees and rucking my dress up. Knox hooks my thighs over his knees and wrenches my legs further apart, spreading me wide to grant his brother access to devour me.

The delicate lace of my panties tears away as Roman rips them from my body, his warm breath fanning my mound as he leans in, spreading me with his fingers.

I belatedly realize that Cherie and Anton are still going at it across the room, but when I look up, they’re both still lost in each other, Roman’s broad form blocking their view of my intimate parts.

An unfiltered moan rattles from my throat as his broad tongue licks into me, my muscles tensing as I instinctively attempt to snap my legs closed, but am met with the resistance of Knox’s firm grip on my thighs. Roman licks and sucks my pussy, pumping a finger inside me, while Knox slides his hands up my body to pay equal attention to my breasts.

My head lolls back against Knox’s shoulder, eyes slipping shut as I sink into the sensations of the twins working in tandem to bring me to climax. Then a slapping sound registers, and I crack an eye open to see Cherie’s cosmetically perfect tits bouncing in Antons face as she rides his dick like a champion equestrian. They wasted no time getting to the main attraction .

It seems my men have the same intentions. Roman pushes up to his feet and lifts me away from Knox, claiming my mouth while his brother undresses. Then he turns me around and lowers me to straddle his twin’s lap, positioning me right over his waiting cock.

Roman’s hands grasp my shoulders, urging me to sink down on his brother’s thick length. I gasp at the stretch, my palms splaying against his chest as I start riding him, glancing over my shoulder at Cherie and trying to match my rhythm with hers.

Knox might’ve been onto something with this voyeurism thing . I’m wound up tight, heat coursing through my veins, pooling in my core.

The familiar rustle of fabric sounds as Roman undresses, then steps closer, stroking my hair down my back. “You look incredible riding my brother’s cock like that, wife ,” he rasps, a shiver racing up my spine as I hear the pop of a cap, followed by the sensation of lube being dribbled over my back hole. He spreads it around with a finger, teasing the rim before working his digit in.

I moan at the stretch, inner walls spasming at the anticipation for what’s to come.

“Give her more,” Knox groans, his cock thickening inside me. “The way her cunt grips me when you do that feels so fucking good.”

Roman complies, my body tensing under the pressure while I shift my gaze toward my friend and her husband. Anton has flipped Cherie around to ride him reverse cowgirl, both of their gazes fixed on their reflection in the glass french doors. He palms her tits, proudly displaying his wife’s body for all of us to admire. My heart skips a beat as he darts a glance in our direction.

I’m not sure which turns me on more– watching, or being watched. I make a mental note to explore that kink later, though Anton isn’t getting nearly as much of an eyeful of me as we are of his wife. I haven’t missed how the twins have been subtly blocking his view of me since this started. They’re not showing me off, they’re demonstrating their complete and utter possession over me.

Roman unfastens his slacks and the couch dips as he rests a knee on the cushion, positioning himself behind me. I feel the pressure against my back hole as he starts to push forward, gulping in air as he starts easing inside. The pain is exquisite; the pleasure euphoric.

Knox slows down his movements until his brother’s fully seated in my ass, then the two of them bracket my body, rutting into me with controlled tandem snaps of their hips until I can no longer discern where one of us begins and the other ends. We move as one, chasing the rapture of release.

I’m not sure if it’s the thrill of being in the same room with Cherie and Anton or just the sheer exhaustion of the evening we’ve had, but my climax slams into me like a rogue freight train, body clenching as I cry out. I come harder than I ever have in my life, aftershocks of pleasure coursing through me like a live wire as I clench around my men, the two of them still pumping strong inside me, chasing their own releases.

Darkness tinges my peripheral vision, quickly spreading in from the edges until a veil of black hangs over everything. I don’t resist the shadows. There's not a single ounce of hesitation as I give myself over to them, once again succumbing to the dark.