Chapter 38 Willow
WILLOW
Something burns hot in Malice’s eyes. There’s desire in there, undeniable and intense, but it’s so much more than just that.
There’s also protectiveness. Possessiveness. Like he’d do anything in this moment to take care of me.
In a flash, he moves, picking me up off the couch so he can sit down where I was sitting, then pulling me onto his lap to straddle him. One of his hands comes up to tangle in my hair, and he drags me close, catching my lips in a kiss.
It’s as dominant and forceful as always, and I need that right now. He takes the lead, working my mouth open with his tongue and laying his claim there until I’m breathless. Despite the rough way he’s kissing me, I feel strangely… cared for.
Because he’s not just taking what he wants. He’s giving me what he knows I need.
It sends a thrill up my spine, and I lean into that, wanting the pleasure to eclipse everything else.
Fingers trail through my hair, and when I tip my head back to look, I see Ransom standing there. His hands roam, groping my breasts and then catching my chin so he can keep my head tipped back.
He leans down and kisses me, our lips meeting upside down as he takes over where Malice left off.
This kiss is more sensual, deeper and more exploring, and I make a soft noise against Ransom’s mouth, melting between them. His fingers catch my nipple through my shirt, and I moan, arching a bit like I’m asking for more.
Our lips separate as he pulls back, his eyes intent and his usual charming smile replaced by a serious expression.
“Arms up, angel,” he murmurs, and when I obey, he helps me out of my shirt and bra, leaving me topless on Malice’s lap.
Malice lets out a low, hungry noise, and I can feel his dark eyes roaming over my skin, taking in my breasts, my hardening nipples, and the scars that are now on display.
I don’t shy away from any of it. I let him look his fill, my heart pounding.
“Fucking beautiful,” Malice says, and his voice has a low edge to it that makes me shudder against him.
“Gorgeous,” Ransom agrees. His hands go back to groping my breasts, and now that there’s no fabric between them, I can feel every callous on his palms as he squeezes and plays with them.
“Oh fuck…” I moan, squirming between them.
Ransom pinches my nipple in response, rolling it between his fingers.
“We’ll take care of you,” he promises. “We’ve got you, angel. We won’t let you fall.”
I know he’s not just talking about supporting me physically, or keeping me from tumbling off of Malice’s lap. He’s talking about my heart. My soul. They won’t let me fracture into pieces.
Malice’s hands go to my hips, and he drags me in closer. He grinds me down against him, and I can feel the hard line of his cock, getting thicker and harder as he works his hips upward.
My breath starts to come in hard, short gasps, heat rising in my body. Between the two of them, they’re dragging me back from the edge of that abyss of numbness, reminding me how to feel as I try to keep my body and mind from shutting down.
“Goddamn,” Malice pants. He jerks his hips up, grinding hard against my still clothed pussy. “Give me more. I want you to come just like this.”
“You can do that for him, can’t you?” Ransom asks. “Get yourself off on his cock. Keep riding him.”
He’s still playing with my breasts with both hands, squeezing and groping them. Each time he pinches a nipple, a jolt of sensation shoots right to my pussy, and I squirm, arousal starting to edge out the other emotions churning inside me.
A broken sob pours from my lips, and when Malice cups my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks, I realize I’m still crying.
He kisses me through it, my tears mingling with the distinctive taste of him in our kiss, and I crush my mouth harder to his, throwing myself headfirst into the connection between us.
In this moment, the connection I have with him and his brothers feels like the only thing that can save me. The only lifeline I have.
“Beautiful…”
The voice is low and reverent, and I recognize it immediately as Vic’s.
Instead of sitting on the chair across from us, he’s right next to us on the couch, so close that I can see the hints of gray in his striking blue eyes as Malice drags his lips away from mine and begins to press open-mouthed kisses to my neck.
My eyes lock with Victor’s, and when he reaches out to swipe a tear away from my cheek with a single knuckle, I shudder, grinding harder against Malice.
It’s so little, just a barely there touch.
But it means so fucking much.
And even though there’s a certain tenderness to it, the heat in his eyes makes my body respond in kind, sparks shooting through my limbs and banishing the coldness there.
Ransom slides his hand through my hair again, gripping the strands close to the scalp and tilting my head to give Malice more room to work. He tugs gently, just enough to make my scalp tingle, and the feeling goes right to my clit.
“You feel that?” he whispers as Victor withdraws his hand, his gaze still locked on me. “You feel the way we’ve all got you? You’re fucking safe with us, pretty girl. We’ll take care of you, I promise.”
I nod, warmth spreading through my chest as Malice digs his fingers into my ass, dragging me over his cock again and again.
“That’s it,” Ransom encourages. “Come for us. You can let go.”
“Don’t hold back,” Malice grits out, biting down on the spot where my shoulder and neck meet.
“I—”
That’s all I get out before I’m coming apart with a soft cry, grinding against Malice, arching into Ransom’s touch, my eyes closed and my lips parted as the pleasure overtakes me.
My orgasm hits me with wave after wave of sensation, and by the time I’ve worked through all of it, I’m panting hard, slumped in Malice’s lap.
He wraps a protective arm around me, smoothing down my hair as I rest my head on his shoulder and breathe in his scent.
“You feel better?” he asks, his voice rumbling in my ear.
I nod. I do feel better, even though I’m so far from being okay that it’s laughable. But I feel more human and less like a zombie. I don’t feel like I’m teetering on the edge of a gaping dark hole anymore.
And most of all, I don’t feel alone.
Ransom leans in to press a kiss to my cheek, and then Malice tightens his arms around me, moving like he’s going to stand up.
“What are you doing?” I ask, clinging to him.
“You need to get some rest. And maybe some food too. You’ve been through a lot.”
Panic rises up in me, so sharp and swift that it steals my breath. On the edges of my brain are all the things I don’t want to think about, all the grief and confusion and pain that I’m not ready to deal with yet, and I don’t want to let them back in.
“No!” I pant, lifting my head to look at Malice. “I don’t want food, or rest. I need… more. I need you to… to make me feel…”
I trail off, not even sure what to say. Not quite sure how to articulate what it is I’m asking for. All I know is that I don’t want this to be over yet.
Malice and Ransom share a look, and I can see concern in their expressions. He settles back on the couch and lifts my chin between two fingers, holding my face still so he can look into my eyes.
“What do you need, Solnyshka?” he asks. “What do you want? Tell us.”
I lick my lips, trying to find the words. But I’m too worked up and overwhelmed, everything beating down on me so hard that it’s hard to form words at all, let alone the right ones.
I want them to fuck me.
To take me and use me and ruin me.
But I don’t know how to say that.
Before I can try to make them understand, Victor speaks up.
“Put her on her hands and knees,” he says quietly.
My gaze flashes to him where he’s sitting beside us, and although his expression gives almost nothing away, I can see both desire and understanding burning in his eyes.
He knows. He knows what I need.
I nod frantically, my heart pounding hard in my chest. Malice and Ransom look back to me, and Ransom tips my head back again.
“Is that what you want?” he asks.
“Yes.” I nod again, grateful that I’ve been spared from trying to figure out how to ask for it.
Between the two of them, they lift me off of Malice’s lap. Malice’s hands are rougher than Ransom’s as he drags my pants and underwear off, leaving me naked.
Having the three of them clothed while I’m completely bare and on display for them makes wetness seep from me, the feeling of vulnerability only adding to the arousal building low inside me.
Malice and Ransom stand on either side of me, Victor still watching from the couch, the three of them forming what almost feels like a shield around me. A barrier that nothing else can penetrate.
“You heard what Vic said,” Malice tells me, his voice like gravel. “On your hands and knees.”
The speed of my pulse kicks up even more, memories of the first time I got on my hands and knees and crawled to him flitting through my mind.
I drop onto all fours, feeling even more exposed as they take in the curves of my body, the way my hair tumbles around my face, and the wetness that coats my inner thighs.
“Good girl,” Ransom praises. When I look up, he’s standing over me, his hand pressed to the bulge in his pants. “Should we let Vic decide what happens next? Since this was his idea?”
My gaze darts to Vic again. He’s sitting on the edge of the couch, his eyes locked on me as if he couldn’t look away even if the building was collapsing around us. I nod, my blood rushing loudly in my ears.
“Yes,” I whisper to him. “Keep talking. Tell me what to do like you did that night you watched me in my bedroom.”
Vic’s nostrils flare, his jaw clenching. His fingers tap rapidly on his thighs before he curls them into fists.
“Suck Ransom’s dick,” he tells me hoarsely. “While Malice fucks you from behind.”
All the oxygen seems to leave the room for a minute, and my thighs clench, wanting to squeeze together as my clit throbs. I glance between Malice and Ransom, lifting one hand from the floor to tuck my hair behind my ear.