Chapter 23
23
I ’ve spent god knows how many days now hacking out the hearts of those who were involved with the scum who took her.
Abusers. Predators. Foul people with tarnished lives.
It’s all been for her.
Or, if not exactly that reason, it’s been because of her… to right the wrongs that she endured because we didn’t adequately protect her after setting the wheels in motion for her initiation into this world.
If there’s one thing I can’t handle knowing, it’s that someone has hurt this girl, and I didn’t get the opportunity to make them suffer. So, I’ll track down every last piece of shit involved until they’ve all suffered a hundred times over in their place.
I’ve even slept at the mansion, snatching a few minutes or brief hours here and there. So maybe that explains why I’m here now, invading Angel’s bed, and I’m not planning on leaving until we’ve all taken what we want. What we need from each other.
As soon as I saw both their doors standing wide open, I knew something had happened. Some kind of strange spark had crackled into the flame that has been threatening to ignite this entire time.
If someone is going to light this match, I’ll gladly be the one to set that bitch on fire. There are few things in this world men like us ever get to keep for ourselves, least of all our hearts, so why not enjoy an opportunity to get lost in the pleasure we’re all craving for a little while.
Poe knows what’s to come. She’s halfway to hating us as it is, so a few orgasms along the way can’t hurt. If she’s down for a hate fuck or two, well, those can be pretty damn cathartic.
Angel’s already lost his heart to her. The poor guy might as well keep some memories with him after she’s gone.
She starts to shift against my chest, as the man between her thighs works her sweet little pussy like the starved man he is for her. The faintest whimpers and almost-moans start to drift past her plush lips, and goddam, every memory of that night sits front and center.
Her softness, smooth bronzed skin, and dark strands of hair fluttering around her face.
The baggy t-shirt she wears is as close a replica as I could find to what she would usually wear at home. When it fell to me to take care of what Poe needed while she’s here, I did my best to provide her with the kinds of things she preferred.
Through the soft material, I can see the points of her hardened nipples, and between the sight of Angel swirling his tongue around her clit in slow circles, and her tits being right there for the taking, I fucking lose control.
Goddamn, if she doesn’t look like the kind of creature that could ruin us all.
My aching dick is painfully hard. Not helped in the slightest by her body being pressed against my groin.
Cupping her breasts lightly, I brush my thumbs over those delicate buds, and her body immediately responds even though she’s still sleeping. It’s not a heavy slumber, Poe’s right on the cusp of being woken up, and I keep my assault going on her nipples.
“ Mmmm . Angel, don’t stop this time.” Her voice is so damn raspy as she lingers in that place where her mind isn’t still fully here.
I pluck at her nipples and give the man in question a filthy look. As his lips fasten over her clit he returns the favor, meeting my look with his own. One that says he’ll slit my throat.
Personally, I’d love to see him try. It’d probably be fucking hot.
“Hear that… our slut already knows it’s you eating her cunt.” I click my tongue.
At the sound of my voice, her eyes blink rapidly, and her body stiffens.
“What a pretty little pussy you have. Did you know our boy here is strutting around every morning in a good mood because he’s got your sweetness all over his tongue, hmm?”
Poe doesn’t know what to do. Her breathing quickens as she becomes aware of the position we’ve trapped her in. There’s no escaping this eventuality, not if I’ve got anything to do with it.
“What—What are you doing?” She squirms against my chest as Angel keeps up his rhythm, and if I’m not mistaken, there’s a whole lot of other meaning behind that question.
The silent inquiry sitting there just waiting to find its voice is really more like an act of begging. Please don’t stop.
“Come on, Angel.” I push him to that edge he damn well needs to step past if any of us are going to find some sort of release here. “You heard her. Don’t stop this tim e.”
His eyes burn, and she starts shaking with the force of how good it must feel. I see the indecision, the anguish, linger for a moment in his gaze as his eyes meet hers. And that’s when Poe seals his fate .
With unsteady hands, she reaches for his head and allows her fingertips to drift into his hair. There’s a moment when he stares back at her, and I can see everything he’s fighting so damn hard to hold back—that resolve he’s barely been clinging onto—it all just dissolves.
“ Please.” Her voice is still sleepy and sexy as fuck, and being in a position to watch the two of them together up close like this is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
Is it because we’re not supposed to have her, yet we’ve been given just enough rope that if we want to tie our own noose, we can? We’ve been given permission to play with the pretty little thing who takes cock like a dream, and has a spark to her I can’t ignore, while also knowing that she’s not for us.
Why does that call from the deep, where temptation lingers, feel so undeniable?
“Angel, I want this… I want…” She assures him and drags him into that place that he can’t turn back from, as her fingers tighten in his hair and her words disappear into a series of breathless moans.
When she shatters, it’s a beautiful thing. My fingers keep playing with the peaks of her nipples, and the sight of Angel rolling his hips against the bed as he licks up every last drop of her cum is such an intense turn-on; my stomach clenches in response. My own hips start shifting, seeking out some kind of relief to the building tension pooling in the base of my spine.
“Goddamn,” I murmur against her ear. “I missed those sweet little moans you make when you’re trying to be good and quiet.”
“What are you doing to me?” she whimpers, as Angel continues to slowly massage her with his tongue, and my hold on her breasts keeps her positioned exactly where we want her.
“Nothing you don’t want, little flower. Nothing you haven’t already begged for.”
As I watch Angel drag his mouth along her upper thigh, he’s watching me intensely, almost seeking permission with that lust-blown stare. He doesn’t need me to translate any damn thing for him, that man has no problem getting his intended message across, but in this—in this moment with someone so precious to him—I’ll gladly say what I know he’s thinking.
What we’re both thinking.
“I thought—” Poe dissolves as Angel reaches for her knees, hooking the backs of her legs. “I thought you didn’t want me. It was all pretend.” She gasps as the man between her thighs pushes the waistband of his briefs down and lets his cock spring free.
“Does that look like a man who doesn’t want you?” I let my nose graze against her temple. “Does that big fucking dick ready and aching to be inside your sweet cunt, with all his fancy piercings lined up, look uninterested to you?”
She can’t even reply. It’s just a small whimper that escapes into the thick tension hanging over this bed.
“Say the word, and we’ll leave. That’s all it takes. If you don’t want this, if you don’t want us to make you feel good, now’s the time to say something, love.”
As I let those words wind their way into her ear, I keep my eyes on the sight of Angel slowly stroking himself. Jesus, there’s no hiding the way he’s leaking and straining to get inside her. The man is a powerful sight any day, but right now, he’s so fucking hot it’s burning me up inside.
Every muscle in his body is pulled tight, and the broad head of him is flushed with anticipation of plunging deep into that tight little velvety glove.
Poe’s body shifts against mine as her breathing shallows.
“Why can’t I say no to you?” she whispers, and I feel that heat surge in my groin.
“Because you remember, don’t you?” I nibble her ear and roam my hands to find the bunched-up fabric of her shirt. “You remember every tiny detail of that night, just like we do.” Hooking the hem up over the fullness of her breasts, I have to stifle a groan because her tits are fucking incredible, and right now, they’re darkened with arousal, her nipples tightly budded and ready to be tortured some more. Preferably by my mouth while she’s bouncing on my cock.
“I remember that you lied to me.” She writhes against my chest, but it’s not in an attempt to get away. If anything, Poe is trying to squeeze her thighs together, but Angel won’t let her. He’s slowly running his fist up and down his giant dick while staring at her exposed pussy, and the scent of her arousal fills the air.
“No lies, love. We might have been following orders, but we haven’t lied to you. That night… you chose to come to Noire House.”
“Only after being set up.”
Angel’s eyes whip to mine. He’s immediately wracked with guilt, and I narrow my stare, telling him to get the fuck over it. There are things we all have to do to survive in this world, and what he did was exactly that.
If nothing else, I damn well need him to be here with me in all of this—I need him to stay alive—and if he doesn’t know that by now, then the guy is an idiot.
Turning my attention back to the soft little thing wrapped in my arms, I keep my eyes trained on the man in question as I murmur in her ear. “Ahhh… but I think you remember how good that turned out to be. Did you like it when his massive cock filled you up, while your hot little mouth sucked on me until you couldn’t see straight?”
I flick her nipple, and she lets out a gasp of pleasure.
“Let me tell you what I know. While we’re all still here like this, under this roof, you’re gonna be thinking about it. Just like us, you’re not gonna be able to stop imagining how it would feel to have another taste. And trust me, it’ll be even better now. ”
“What if all I remember is how much I hate you for what happened?” Her words are choppy with the effort of trying not to show how turned on she is.
Poe bites down on her bottom lip as Angel spits into his hand and lets all that slickness coat his shaft. Asshole that he is, that’s a dirty trick, and he knows it. Because now all she can focus on is those silver barbells glistening as he wraps his palm around himself and tugs harder.
I can almost hear her brain screech to a halt, when it stops processing anything except for the show he’s putting on.
“You wanna get on your hands and knees for him, love? Wanna say a proper thank you for how well our Angel has taken care of you?”
Her tiny panting noises are echoed by the wet sound of his hand moving leisurely up and down. For a long pause, there’s nothing but three sets of thundering heartbeats in this bed as Poe makes her decision.
Then she moves.
A little hesitantly, she pushes upright, and ever the gentleman, I help her out by grabbing the soft curve of her waist. Angel takes one look at the t-shirt hooked over the top of her breasts, and gestures with one hand.
Off.
“Better do as he says, little flower. If you’re going to be the perfect little slut for him, you’d best take this off.”
She does exactly as he asks.
That moment, when the fabric crumples against the bed, is like all the brakes fail. Angel strikes and has her on all fours facing me within a second, ditching his briefs, and I get a fucking front-row seat to watch her eyes damn near roll back in her head as he presses forward.
“Oh god,” she pants, and now it’s my turn to enjoy the show.
He keeps working his way inside, and her plush lips hover right above my straining erection, where she’s positioned between my legs. I’ve got the perfect view of both their faces as they goddamn lose it, finally getting to experience what they’ve both been in agony for, and fuck my life, I’m damn near ready to explode.
“Jesus. Look at the two of you.” I shove my waistband down and let my dick bob against my abs. There’s an immediate line of wetness there as precum slicks my stomach. “Our good boy knows exactly how to hit that spot, doesn’t he?”
Poe lets out a loud moan as her breasts hang heavy and full, and I see the pleasure glaze her eyes as those piercings do exactly that. Behind her, Angel’s face is contorted into an expression of feral need as he damn well tries to hang on.
I’m in no mood to play fair this morning. Blame it on a night of letting my thirst for vengeance and blood run freely, but there’s nothing more I want than to see these two out of their goddamn heads.
“Give me that mouth,” I grunt, while shifting my hips forward. Poe makes a desperate noise as her dark eyes meet mine, and dutifully obliges.
Her soft lips and tongue and wetness glide over the tip of my cock, taking me as best she can while being filled from behind, and it’s enough to have me right on the edge.
“Oh, goddamn, little flower. That’s it.” I stroke her hair as she gets real sloppy, real quick. “ Fuck . Let your throat open up. That’s perfect, stay nice and relaxed for me. God yes, swallow me nice and slow with your hot little mouth.”
She devours every word, humming and whining around my dick more intently as I talk her through it.
“You want him to fill you up? Want his cum dripping out of you?” With one hand, I grip her hair and tighten my fingers just enough to tug against her scalp and give a little hint of sting.
That undoes the last fraying threads holding our girl together. Poe falls apart, with the muffled sounds of her climax shooting the most insane vibrations along my length, and holy fuck it’s a feeling I’m gonna be chasing again and again, I already know.
Angel makes a ragged noise and doesn’t waste any more time. He grabs her hips and yanks her backward so that she’s all his as his own orgasm takes over. Slamming forward, he breathes harder than ever the moment it all hits.
And I’m the lucky son of a bitch who gets to lie here watching it all go down.
His thrusts slow, as he chases that feeling of being gripped so tight by her cunt. Poe is reduced to a mess of sweet little whimpers, like she’s out of her damn head, and doesn’t that just make this next part all the more delicious.
Reaching out for her chin, I tilt her gaze up to face me and let my tongue swipe across my lips as I watch her lust start to blossom once more.
“Hold her for me,” I say. Dragging the pad of my thumb over her puffy bottom lip, but not allowing my hunger to stray from her face.
Angel pulls out with a deep grunt, and takes every care in the world to drag her body with him against the headboard. They’re now mirroring the position I had Poe in just before, and as she lies back against his massive chest, she’s boneless with pleasure. But there’s enough of a glint there in her gaze to tell me she’s been thinking about what this moment might be like if it were to happen again.
“How does it feel, hmm?” I strip out of my shorts and briefs, then lower myself over the two of them. “How good does it feel, being full of one man’s cum, then waiting obediently for more?”
Poe gasps and clutches the sheets as I notch myself at her entrance, and god fucking damn, she’s so hot and slick, it’s a struggle to not let this moment become frantic.
I don’t want that.
My entire night, this entire time with her, everything has felt wild and chaotic. Right now, I want to see every tiny expression. I want to soak up all those little ways Poe scrunches her face and hitches in a sharp intake of breath as my cock pushes forward, measured and slow, driving her insane.
“You’re oh, so ready to be filled again and again, aren’t you, love?” I sink right to the hilt, and it brings me so close to Angel, it’s like I’m fucking both of them, and damn if that doesn’t feel perfect. “I can feel your wet little cunt squeezing me harder… oh, you love the idea of that, don’t you?”
I fuck her slow and talk her through everything, and Poe can’t look away. Good, because I want to see the moment it all overwhelms her, and I want her to know exactly whose cock is making her fall apart.
“Our slutty little flower likes being stuffed with cock until she’s leaking cum, and she doesn’t even care whose it is. He’s made you so fucking slick for me to enjoy.”
“Grey—oh, god,” she whimpers, and it’s the best noise I’ve ever heard. Her pussy ripples around me, and her back arches as all that pleasure starts to take hold.
“ Mmmfuck . You can go back to cursing my name after this, but right now, I want to feel just how much your cunt loves my dick.”
I slip one hand between us and rub circles over her swollen clit in time with each slow roll of my hips, devouring the way her eyes become hooded and fill with the wash of another beautiful orgasm.
Poe’s mouth hangs open, and it’s all too much. She trembles as the wave crashes, and Jesus fucking Christ, her walls clamp down around me in a rhythm that takes me with her. Heat flashes up my spine, and my balls draw up.
I’m cursing and groaning as my hips punch forward, my dick throbs, swells, and spills in a torrent that leaves me out of breath.
I don’t know how long we lie there all tangled together like this, but eventually, my brain reconnects with my body, and I can feel the joint evidence of both me and Angel starting to slip between us and coat my balls.
It’s fucking hot, and there’s already something in my chest that demands this to happen on repeat for as long as we can possibly steal time and make her ours.
Somewhere between being lost in the feeling of her cunt still gripped tight around me, and the closeness of the three of us being so intimately joined, Angel reaches out and nudges my arm.
When my eyes focus on his, the message is clear.
We need to clean her up .
Swallowing thickly, I nod. Now at a loss for words, where only a few moments before, I couldn’t seem to stop telling them half of the depraved shit running through my mind.
So, I do as he says. Knowing that he’d damn well punch me in the jaw if I didn’t listen where this girl is concerned.
And we take care of her, together, running the shower and cleaning up in a quiet sort of comfortable silence, an unspoken connection extending between the three of us.
At some point, this will be over, but for now, succumbing to this is all we’ve got.