Chapter 42
BELLA
Song- All I Wanted Was You, Paramore
We barely make it through the door before he’s on me, his mouth crashing into mine, stealing the breath straight from my lungs. The impact sends my back slamming against the wall, the air thick with heat and hunger.
He consumes me. Every inch. Every sound. Every surrender I didn’t plan to give.
Both my wrists are yanked above my head, trapped in one of his hands like I weigh nothing.
“Fuck, you’re addictive.” His breath scorches my lips as he presses closer, the hard line of him pinning me in place.
He hooks his hand beneath my thigh, lifting my leg until I’m half off the floor, and grinds against me. “Go upstairs,” he growls. “My bedroom. Strip. By the time I get there, you’ll be on all fours in the center of my bed.” He drags his thumb down, catching my bottom lip and tugging.
“What do you say to me now?” His voice cuts through me.
“Y-yes, sir.”
His hand slides down my sides until he palms my ass hard enough to make me gasp.
“I can’t wait to fuck you here too,” he murmurs against my ear, fingers biting into flesh.
My eyes go wide; his go darker.
Then he steps back, dragging his tongue along his teeth like he’s already tasting the next round.
“Be a good girl.”
He nods toward the stairs. I stumble away on trembling legs, my dignity left somewhere near the door.
But when I turn the corner, my breath catches. Rowan.
He’s just stepping out of the living room, that lazy smirk playing on his lips.
The air between us crackles. I open my mouth to speak, but I have nothing to say.
All of this feels wrong. Whatever I do hurts someone. And it’s like he notices my guilt; his features soften.
“Have fun, precious,” he says, voice a dark purr, giving me a wink before walking away.
Part of me wants to reach for him. To see what it would feel like with both of them.
They share women. I know that. It shouldn’t matter. It’s not love. But love’s never what breaks you. It’s the want.
And I can’t risk being a game again.
Not after last time.
So I run.
Up the stairs, through the ache, into Reggie’s room.
My dress falls away, and I crawl onto the bed, knees sinking into the black sheets, hands steady, waiting.
This isn’t me. But for him, I want to be the kind of girl who obeys. Who bends. Who finally gets to stop fighting herself. I want to see how far he’ll take me before I break.
The sound of his footsteps on the stairs makes my body tremble. The door clicks open. Light spills across my skin.
“Fuckin’ look at you,” he groans, voice thick with hunger.
“Spread your legs wider. Ass higher. I want to see all of you, beautiful.”
I obey without a thought. The praise in his tone makes my pulse stutter.
“Such a good girl for me.”
His steps draw closer until he’s beside me, his heat a brand against my skin.
His palm meets my ass. Really fucking hard.
A sharp cry rips from my throat before I can stop it.
My back arches. The sting burns, then melts into pleasure.
He flips me onto my back in one motion. I can’t look anywhere but at him.
Shirt ripped off. Pants gone.
Every inch of him carved from sin—tattoos, muscle, a cock that makes my breath catch.
He strokes himself and I watch, mesmerized by this gorgeous man.
“You want it?” His voice dips low. “It’s yours. Or would you rather my mouth on your pretty pussy? You’ve been good tonight. I’ll let you choose.”
“Please,” I whisper, lips parted. “I want you to make me come.”
He tilts his head, amused by my desperation.
“I love it when you beg.”
He crawls onto the bed, dragging his palms up my thighs.
“Remember the rules,” he warns. “You keep your eyes open. You watch. If you close them, I stop.”
“I like watching you,” I breathe.
His grin is wicked. Then his tongue finds my clit. I moan softly, and his low groan vibrates against me.
“You taste like fuckin’ heaven,” he murmurs.
I reach for his hair on instinct, but he pulls back.
“Grab the railings on the headboard. Don’t move.”
I do as I’m told. My pulse roars in my ears.
“Next time, I’ll tie you up. You need it.”
I nod, shaking, watching every move, every flick of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers as he works me open.
This is so hot I can barely breathe.
“You’re right, Irish,” I gasp, hips rolling helplessly against his face.
“You’re really fucking good at this.”
He laughs against my skin, the vibration nearly undoing me. Then his teeth sink lightly into my thigh, marking me, claiming me. And I’ve never felt more free.
And as pleasure crashes through me, a dangerous image sears my mind— Rowan walking in.
His mouth claiming mine while Reggie’s tongue ruins me.
Two men feeding off my sounds, my surrender, my need.
It’s filthy. It’s wrong. And it makes my whole body shake.
I try to stop my thoughts. That fantasy I know I can never have. Reggie senses it. Of course he does. The man reads my body like a book.
“Eyes on me, Bella.” His voice rips through the haze. I obey. But it’s hard to stay grounded when he looks at me like that, like he already owns every inch of me.
He shifts up, and his hand slides around my throat while he works me with his other hand, just enough pressure to make the world shrink until it’s only him.
My body trembles, the edges of pleasure turning wild inside of me.
“Let go,” he murmurs. “Don’t hold back from me.”
And I don’t.
The sound that leaves me isn’t a moan, it’s a full-on surrender.
His rhythm deepens, coaxing every breath I have left.
Every nerve hums with the ache of being known.
He watches me unravel, and it feels almost cruel how calm he stays while I fall apart under him and I finally shatter.
I hear him curse before his mouth is claiming mine again.
Not a kiss. A possession.
The kind that leaves me trembling even after his lips pull away.
When the tremors fade, I open my eyes.
His hand still around my throat, his thumb tracing the frantic beat of my pulse. “See that?” he whispers. “That’s mine now.”
My body melts against him, a mix of exhaustion and something dangerously close to belonging.
But the moment I close my eyes, I see Rowan again, his smirk, his heat, his darkness.
And that single thought—what if it was both of them—snaps through me like a second wave of electricity.
Reggie catches it instantly. He leans in, his voice a growl at my ear.
His grip tightens around my throat, enough to make my ears ring. “You thinkin’ about him?”
I freeze. Blinking at him like I’ve just been caught. I don’t know how to answer. Do I tell him I’m imagining him and his brother fucking me? Surely not.
He chuckles darkly. “Yeah. You are.”
His teeth graze my neck. “You better pray I never give you that fantasy, Princess. You wouldn’t survive it.”
The words sear through me, leaving my body trembling again, half from fear, half from the wicked, impossible hope that maybe… he’s right.
I’d want them to break me into a million pieces—so they can be the ones to put me back together again.
“I don’t think any of us would,” I whisper.