Chapter 32 Willow
WILLOW
If anyone we pass thinks it’s weird to see Ransom carrying me, they don’t say anything.
I glance over in time to see a woman in a skimpy dress giving me a jealous look before her gaze drifts over the Voronin brothers, then we break away from the mass of people and the thumping music, heading down a smaller hall.
Ransom yanks open a door, and we spill into a bathroom. It’s single occupancy, just big enough for all four of us.
Victor locks the door as Ransom puts me back on my feet and hauls me into another kiss.
This one is deeper than any of the ones we shared on the dance floor, as if he’s not holding anything back now.
It feels like he’s been waiting all night to do this, and I lean into it, kissing him back while my head swims.
Large, calloused hands grip my shoulders, and when I pant for breath as Ransom pulls back, Malice turns me to face him.
His gray eyes burn with the same heat I saw in his brother’s eyes, and he looks even bigger than usual in this small space. He crushes me against his body, hands at my hips, fingers digging into the flesh there through my dress.
When he kisses me, it feels like being burned alive. Like he’s pouring all of the chaos and passion that lives inside him into me, filling me up with it.
Ransom and Malice pass me back and forth, taking turns kissing me while Victor leans against the door, watching it all play out.
While Ransom drops kisses to my neck and all the skin of my chest that he can reach, Malice glides his hands over my hips, pulling them back so he can grind his hard cock against me.
“You feel that?” he pants. “You feel what you do to me?”
All I can do is nod and whimper, and he grunts, pressing his hips forward even harder.
“Malice, please,” I gasp out, breathless.
“Please what, Solnyshka? Use your words. You want us to fuck you right here, rough and dirty in this bathroom? You want us to fill you up the way you like?”
I nod, almost frantic. Every word he says makes my body burn more for them.
“Words, angel,” Ransom reminds me. “We want to hear you say it.”
“Please. Please, please, please. I want you to fuck me. I want you to—”
I’m cut off as Malice yanks me around to face him again. He stares down at me, expectant, and I let myself take what I want. I start undoing his pants, getting them open enough that he can shove them down, freeing his cock.
It juts out, hard and flushed, and my heart slams against my rib cage as I realize this is really about to happen. I’m going to fuck them in the bathroom of this club.
Malice’s fingers slide beneath my dress, hooking the waistband of my panties and dragging them down. When they hit the floor, he taps one of my feet with his own.
“Step out.”
I do, nudging the little scrap of fabric to the side. Cool air teases my bare pussy, and Malice’s hand delves between my legs again, one large finger sliding inside me as if to test how wet I am.
“You sore from last night?” he asks.
“No,” I say, even though I can definitely still feel the aftereffects of our rough sex.
He grins, feral and fierce. “Wrong answer, Solnyshka. That just means I’ll have to fuck you harder this time.”
My inner walls clench tightly in response to his words, and I know he can feel it, because his grin widens. He slides his finger out and then picks me up, leaving me to wrap my legs around him.
His cock is trapped between us, pressing against my pussy, and he drags me up and down the length of his shaft without actually sliding inside.
“You ready for me? I need to be inside you fucking yesterday.”
“You were inside me yesterday,” I point out, more wetness seeping from me and soaking his cock.
“Mouthy.” His gray eyes flash. “I like that about you.”
Without any more preamble, he lifts me higher, lining himself up before pulling me back down, impaling me on his thick length.
It gets easier to take him every time we do this, but especially after last night, my body protests at first. I bite down on his neck as he works his way inside, and he lets out a deep groan, his fingers squeezing my thighs.
“Let me in, Solnyshka. There you go.”
By the time he’s fully seated in me, I’m gasping and writhing in his arms, my nerve endings tingling and sparking with pleasure.
And just like last night, Malice doesn’t hold back.
Using his hold on my thighs to move my body with his, he pulls me down onto his cock over and over, thrusting his hips to meet me every time.
“Malice,” I whimper. “Oh god…”
I can feel the burn of Vic’s eyes as he watches, and Ransom moves in behind me, hitching my dress up higher over my ass.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, running his hands over me.
I gasp sharply when I feel one of his fingers run along the crack of my ass. The feeling of him touching me there makes my toes curl, and when Ransom spreads my cheeks a bit so that he can slowly work the tip of one finger into me, I cry out, shaking against Malice.
“You like that?” Ransom asks, his voice rough.
“I—”
All I can do is nod, too breathlessly turned on by Malice fucking into me and Ransom playing with my ass to answer better than that. Words are a jumble in my brain, condensed down until all I really know is ‘yes’ and ‘more’ and ‘please.’
“You let us take your virginity,” Ransom muses, sliding his finger deeper. “And you did it so beautifully. Maybe one day you’ll let one of us be the first to fuck you here too.”
My fingernails rake over Malice’s back, digging into the fabric of his shirt as Ransom’s words set off a flurry of fireworks inside me.
“Yes…” I groan.
Ransom keeps teasing my ass as Malice works me up and down on his cock, and by the time my orgasm starts to crest, I feel like I’m about to fly into pieces. If it wasn’t for the two of them holding onto me, keeping me tethered, I’d be worried that I might pass out.
The finger in my ass presses in just a bit more, and it’s enough to have me burying my face in Malice’s shoulder, muffling my cries of pleasure as sensation peaks and I’m thrown headfirst into my climax.
I go tight around Malice’s cock, and he curses under his breath, fucking me harder and faster, his fingers digging into my skin with enough force that I know there will be bruises left behind.
But I don’t care.
I don’t care about anything except how good this feels, and I tremble as I try to catch my breath.
As if he’s been holding out until I came first, Malice crushes his mouth to mine as he buries himself inside me, filling me up. His cock pulses, and despite the soreness between my legs, I clench my walls around him, milking every last bit of his release.
After a long moment, he goes still. Dropping his head to rest his forehead against mine, he surprises me by pressing a soft kiss to the tip of my nose.
“I’ve never known anyone like you, Solnyshka,” he murmurs. “You’re fucking… unbreakable.”
I grin, because only Malice could say something like that and make it sound like a true compliment.
He lifts me off his cock and sets me on my feet, and my legs wobble, my entire body feeling a bit like jelly. But Ransom is right there, stepping in and pulling me into his arms, holding me tight against his body as he gazes down at me.
“I won’t hold you to anything you just said,” he tells me, heat and amusement gleaming in his eyes. “Because we all know promises made during sex can’t be considered binding. But goddamn, pretty girl, I really want to fuck your perfect ass someday.”
And just like that, I’m turned on all over again, my imagination running wild as I stare up at his gorgeous face. The thought of it is daunting, but the way my stomach flips when I think about letting him claim me that way is more from excitement than fear.
“I meant it,” I whisper. “Someday… I want that.”
He smiles, palming the back of my head and kissing me, hungry and playful.
“There’s something else I want right now,” he tells me as we separate.
“What’s that?”
“Bend over,” he says. “And grab your ankles.”
I blanch at the command, my heart thudding against my ribs. It sounds so filthy and wrong, but I can’t deny the way it makes my pussy throb, the lingering pleasure from the first orgasm mingling with the fresh desire Ransom is bringing out in me.
“You like it dirty, Solnyshka,” Malice drawls from where he’s standing nearby, sounding darkly amused. “Don’t pretend you don’t. We know you, remember? We might be the only three people in the world who know the real you.”
I bite my lip, my cheeks burning, but he’s right. They’ve seen a side of me I’ve never shown to anyone else, and I’ve let myself be completely uninhibited with them.
So there’s no reason to hold back now.
Breathing hard, I slowly turn to face away from the three of them. Then I bend over, grabbing on to my ankles awkwardly. It’s a little hard to keep my balance, especially with my legs as shaky as they are, and in this position, I’m totally exposed. My dress rides up in the back, showing off my ass.
Not satisfied by that, Ransom pushes it up even more, making sure nothing is hidden from them. My pussy is completely on display, and I’m sure it looks swollen and puffy from Malice’s cock, and oozing his cum in a slow drip.
“Fucking beautiful,” Ransom murmurs, sounding almost reverent. “I wish you could see yourself, angel. You look so good like this.”
“She’s fucking insatiable.” Malice’s voice is a deep burn. “Already full of cum and panting for more, aren’t you?”
I whimper, swaying in place.
“He asked you a question,” Vic says, speaking for the first time since we came in here. His voice seems even more powerful since he hasn’t used it yet, and there’s something about it that makes me shiver.
“Yes,” I manage to pant out. “Fuck, please. Yes, I want more.”
“Our beautiful little whore,” Malice growls, but he makes it sound more like a pet name than an insult. “Such a good fucking girl.”
“So good for us,” Ransom agrees.