Chapter Twenty-Eight #2
“Maybe we should take you into the bedroom and show you how much we can be trusted,” Onyx adds, his hands replacing the loofah. He rolls my nipples between his fingers.
“Please,” I hiss through the pleasurable pain. Slate steps forward placing his lips on mine, his hands pulling me up by my ass. Automatically, I wrap my legs around his waist. His kiss is hot and full of passion; the cold air of him walking us back to his room, ignored by the fire between my legs.
Slate pulls away and I slide down his body. He turns me to face his brother.
“Do you still want this?” he asks, and I’m slightly turned on by how sweet Onyx is being. I nod.
“We need to hear you say it out loud,” Slate insists from behind me.
“Yes.”
“Good, now say no at any point and we will stand down, but Amelie? I plan to fuck you as hard as the anger that is burning inside of you.”
“And I plan to make it all better when Onyx is done.” I just nod at Slate again like an idiot. Slate moves to sit on his desk and smiles back at me.
“Put your hands on the desk and stick your ass in the air,” Onyx orders.
A quick sharp slap to my ass makes me yelp and move more quickly.
I do as I’m told and Slate moves my hands so that they are either side of his body.
I get a full view of his throbbing cock.
He leans back slightly so my tits are now brushing against his hardness.
Onyx’s hand wraps around my wet tangled hair, pulling my head back, forcing me to look up at Slate.
The crinkling sound of a condom wrapper is the last thing I hear before Onyx thrusts into me from behind, forcing me to scream out. As I adjust to the brutal way his cock is slamming into me, my screams soon turn into moans of pleasure. My back arches and my eyes clamp closed.
“Eyes open,” Slate demands.
With effort, I prise open my eyes, and the way he is looking at me sends butterflies dancing in my stomach.
I can see the need burning deep in his eyes.
I have never felt more wanted than I do in this moment.
Slate’s hand moves up and down his cock slowly, his other hand brushing my hair away from my face.
Onyx releases my hair as his thrusts get harder, more ruthless and punishing. His hands grip my hips hard, no doubt leaving bruises and marking me, but I welcome it.
“Remember what they just did to your friend,” Onyx growls.
I can’t help but think his demanding sex voice is one every girl needs to hear at least once in their life, but then I concentrate on his actual words and anger rages inside me again.
I take everything he gives me, letting the anger bubble and boil away as he turns it back into pleasure. “How did that make you feel?”
“Enraged,” I reply, my orgasm building quickly the harder he fucks me and the more he talks.
“Did you want to hurt them?” he growls, as he slams into me.
“Yes,” I pant, unable to say more than that one word. I meet him thrust for thrust, encouraging him to keep going. I don’t know what I’m more thirsty for: my orgasm or my vengeance.
“Good. You’ll get your revenge, we’ll help you, but right now your friend needs you, so bury that feeling, lock it up...”
He doesn’t get to finish before I explode all over his cock, my walls clamping down around him as my orgasm tears through me and leaves me ragged.
His thrusts get harder and faster, slightly erratic as he finishes off close behind me.
Instantly, I feel the loss of our connection when he pulls out of me.
I wonder if Onyx and I are even capable of having anything other than hate-filled, raging sex.
Slate helps me stand up and leads me over to his bed, where I lay down. He stares down at me as Onyx slips into the bathroom.
“Is he okay?” I ask.
“He’ll be fine, he didn’t want to overwhelm you for our first time together,” he says, rolling a condom over his hard length. I almost laugh; they are so sure there will be a next time. Biting my lip, I consider that they might just be right.
He crawls over me, covering me like a blanket, but resting his weight on his elbows.
“You’re so beautiful.”
His breath fans my skin as he kisses down my neck.
His length slips inside me slowly, like he is savouring the feeling.
His movements are slow and steady, and his lips find mine as our bodies slide together as one.
My arms wrap around his neck, locking him in place, until we are both sweaty and ready to orgasm.
As soon as I let go with his name falling from my lips, his hips jerk and he comes with me, resting his forehead against mine.
I glance at the doorway and see Onyx watching us.
When Slate moves off me, I realise I’m butt naked lying before two of the hottest guys I have ever set eyes on, and they are both looking at me like I’m their next snack.
Like what we just did wasn’t nearly enough.
If I’m being honest with myself, it wasn’t enough.
Next time I want the full twin sandwich experience.
I want Onyx to punish me, and Slate to make it better at the same time, not separately like they did today.
Onyx throws some clothes at me snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Your underwear was dry. I found a shirt of mine and a pair of Slate’s sweats that he refuses to get rid of, that should fit if you pull in the drawstring.”
“Hey! They were the first pants I ever got head in.” Slate death glares his brother.
“Eww, these will be burned once I have my own clothes on.”
Onyx laughs at my comment as I pick up the offending item and stare at them like they might not have been washed since they were christened.
Slate and Onyx are so comfortable to be naked around each other, that I have no doubt they’ve shared women before.
Pretty sure they’ve mentioned it too. But when Slate tries to rub himself on Onyx’s leg as a way to retaliate to the earlier comment, Onyx is quick to shut him down with a sucker punch to the ribs.
“Put your dick away, you’re acting like Kalen!” Onyx chastises, causing me to laugh.
“We need to go, Kalen has been blowing up my phone; Elsie wants to see Amelie.” Slate grabs some pants and a shirt from the floor and slips into them, sans underwear, thrusting his hips when he notices me watching. I really like this cheeky side to Slate.
“You, put underwear on,” Onyx demands pointing at me as I go to pull on the items he threw at me, without my panties.
“There has been enough violence already today, little killer.” Slate laughs as I frown, before Onyx speaks again.
“I think we underestimated you. You are going to be perfect.”
I want to ask what he means, clearly it is something to do with The Order of The Snails...I wonder if I called it that out loud, how they would all react?
Dressed, with underwear on, we leave the twin’s dorm and head towards Elsie’s. I’m anxious to get to her now that my anger has been somewhat sated, and even though I know Kalen and Jasper were taking care of her, I won’t believe she’s okay until I check in on her myself.
When we get to her room, I knock on the door and it quickly opens. Kalen stands in the doorway. He takes one look at me and bursts out laughing.
“What?” I demand, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Hungry?” He smirks.
“What? No.”
“Must be stuffed after that sandwich.”
I frown. What is he on about?
“Kalen, I don’t have time for your cryptic bullshit. Move outta my way, I need to check on my bestie!” I shove past him and cross Elsie’s room to where she’s curled up on her bed, in Jasper’s arms. He’s holding her so carefully, and the way he’s stroking her hair is almost...tender.
“Els,” I say, stepping towards her. Her eyes meet mine and a laugh bursts from her lips. “What?” I groan.
“Oh Amelie, you have sex hair.”
“What?” I cry, hands flying to my head which I discover now resembles a bird’s nest. Shit! Wet hair and rough sex do not mix well with my hair type. Desperately, I try to smooth it out but Elsie delicately gets to her feet, crosses the room and gets her hairbrush for me.
“Who was it?” she asks me curiously, gazing between Onyx and Slate as if contemplating who’s responsible for the state I’m in.
“I told you she ate a sandwich!” Kalen crows. “A twin sandwich!”
My cheeks flame as I look at Elsie begging her to understand, but she smiles at me like it’s not an issue at all. Throwing my arms around her, I hug the shit out of her and vow to hurt anyone and everyone who was involved in the sick and twisted prank downstairs. She pats my back in understanding.
The twins take Kalen’s teasing as their cue to leave, Kalen declares the rest of the day a write off and decides we will be in need of movies, ice cream and vodka.
He makes a phone call and has fluffy pillows and everything else we need delivered, and we spend the rest of the day stuffing our faces.
Kalen acquaints me with Bridget Jones and I surprisingly find the movies highly entertaining.
Kalen Knox may be a lot of things, but he sure knows how to make a girl feel better when something shitty happens. It pulls at my heart strings and reminds me what I love – like – what I like about him.