34. Reid
34
Reid
I knew my brothers were in the room. Knew there were people outside the locked door. I was aware of the low hum of music; of voices. But all I saw was Violet as she crawled across the floor towards me.
Her shiny black hair as it slid in front of her face, grazing over her swollen pink lips. The deep flush in her cheeks as she moved seductively. I didn’t know where to look.
The sway of her breasts poking out of the top of her dress. The enticing movement of her hips. The peeks of her round ass as she dipped her head in shyness.
None of them kept my attention. Not like her eyes. Those vivid green eyes. The ones that held so much pain. So many dark memories. But not right now.
Right now, they were bright. They burned with lust. With longing. And I ate it up. Craved the desperation in them. The fire that was aimed at me.
Her lips parted, letting out a slow breath as she stopped at my feet. Her hair grazed her shoulders as she sat up on her knees. The fabric at her waist stretched, revealing brief glimpses of her pussy. That wouldn’t do. I wanted it all.
“Take off your clothes.” My voice was gruffer than it should have been. I found the thread of my control slipping with her.
Her tongue flicked across her bottom lip and I wondered if she could still taste my brothers there. If it turned her on like it did for me. It probably shouldn’t. It’s not that I wanted them; we were all straight.
But there was something about watching them use her. Listening to her needy little sounds. Seeing how far we could take her. How much she would give to us.
Her fingers trembled in a way they hadn’t with them as she reached for the hem of her dress. My cock hardened further as I watch her expose more of her creamy skin as she pulled it over her head.
Her glistening pussy. Her flushed tits. Her delicate neck.
My gaze raked up her body until I was looking into those eyes again. Those goddamn gorgeous eyes. The ones that captivated me from the first moment.
There was something so familiar about them. But not like I knew her. Like I felt her. Understood her.
I couldn’t. This was temporary. Sex to help her heal. Sex while we kept her safe from her brothers. Just sex.
My mouth watered as she tossed aside her bra, baring her dusky pink nipples. They pebbled under the attention. My eyes did another sweep of her body. She was soft and petite. But I saw the strength in her spine. In her gaze as she stared back.
Her breath ghosted across my skin as I grasped her chin, tilting her head up. “Every fucking inch of you is beautiful.”
That’s when her gaze drifted away. When her spine practically collapsed. Her shoulders rounded.
That wouldn’t do.
I gripped her tighter, forcing her to look at me as I demanded, “say it.”
She’d already learned not to disobey a command.
“I’m beautiful.” Her voice was softer than usual. Her eyes not meeting mine entirely as some of the brightness in them dulled.
“Good.” I ran my thumb along her jaw as I dropped my hand. “Now we just need to make you believe it.”
She swallowed like she was pushing away a retort. I’d rather she fight me. It would give me a chance to show her what happens when she defies us. To teach her how we saw her.
Another time.
I settled back in my chair, watching the expressions on her exquisite face as I took my cock out. A part of me wanted to demand she do it. Wanted to feel her smooth palms on my skin. Her tentative hold as she gripped me.
But that was too much contact. Putting my cock in her mouth was already further than I’d let any woman go in years. I couldn’t stop myself, though. I craved her too badly. Needed to be a part of her.
Her chest rose and fell. A deep blush spread across it as she waited for my order. She was utterly still. The perfect sweet submissive.
“Open those lips, pretty girl.” The blood roared in my ears, shooting straight down as I watched those pink lips spread for me.
I pumped my cock, making her wait for it a little longer as I continued to take her in. I wanted to burn this moment into my memories. Have it to hold on to when she was gone.
With my free hand, I slipped my fingers through her silky hair. When I reached the top of her head, I guided her down. My lungs constricted as her warmth surrounded me. I’d forgotten how good it was. How consuming.
All I felt was her wet mouth. All I heard was her soft gagging sounds. All I saw was her.
She kept her tongue flat, letting me control her like she already knew what I wanted. Too fucking perfect. Too easy to forget what this was.
“Shit.” I hissed as she eagerly sucked at the head. Electricity rippled across my skin. My balls tightened in pleasure.
It was so good I thought I might embarrass myself and come at that moment. I pressed her further down, loving how she choked on me. I set a slow rhythm, just enjoying her.
Savoring the drag of her tongue along my cock. The sweet suction as she tried to please me. The softness of her willing body.
But soon, I needed a little more. Craved it.
I tilted my hips, angling deeper down her throat. Violet gripped my thighs for support. It happened in a snap. All the blissful feelings evaporated. My jaw clenched. My teeth clicked together. The fire shifted into rage. It tore at my chest.
Violet gasped as my fingers yanked on her scalp, pulling her off. My cock bobbed in front of her face from the sudden motion. Spit clung to the end, connecting me to her mouth. Instead of being sexy, it felt wrong.
I jerked her further back until the connection broke. I gripped her tighter, making her whimper. Her breathing stuttered in panic. Her chest rose and got stuck. Those gorgeous eyes rounded as she stared at me.
In that moment I hated myself. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d called red. But the control I prided myself on was gone. I’d let my defenses down, and she’d slipped in.
“Did I say you could touch me?” My words were a violent whisper that had her head shaking in my grip. Or as much as it could with my hold on her.
“No.” Her voice wavered.
I hated scaring her, but her hands were still on my thighs. Still creating the pinpricks of anxiety even with her gentle grasp. I knew how it could turn into pain in an instant. In a flash of emotion.
She swallowed thickly as she lifted her palms. They shook as she tucked them into her lap. “Don’t touch me. Ever!”
“S-sorry.” Her eyes widened in fear. I waited for her to pull back. To use her safe word, but she didn’t.
It was my fault. I should’ve explained. My rage softened as she tilted her head down, only looking at me through dark lashes. Making herself small. But that’s not how I wanted to punish her. I released her hair.
“Apologize with your mouth.”
She didn’t hesitate, shifting forward until she was pushing down on me again. But all my gentleness was gone. I wanted to stop, but I couldn’t help these feelings. The lust for her. The craving.
So I took it out on her. My fingers gripped the nape of her neck and shoved her down. I lifted my hips, pounding into her face. I bottomed out with each thrust. She gagged as I reached the back of her throat, only to pull out and slam in again.
There was no slowness. No playfulness. And she took it. Over and over, with nothing but eagerness in her expression. Even when the tears fell.
I hated it a little bit. Hated myself for being this way. For needing her this deeply when I knew I shouldn’t. When I knew we weren’t good for her. When I knew I couldn’t stop.
It was too much. Too overwhelming.
Tears and spit slid down her cheeks, landing in my lap. It was the first time I actually wanted another person’s bodily fluids on me. I wanted to feel her come apart for me. Wanted to taste her. Needed to make her feel beautiful.
That realization forced me to slow my movements. My knuckles ached as I released her neck, moving to grasp her cheeks. Her green eyes sparked as I stroked the tears from her face.
She turned into my touch even as I continued to drag my cock in and out of her mouth. Going as deep as I could. Cutting off her air each time.
“Look at you, taking every fucking inch like a greedy little slut.”
She bobbed her head, looking up at me with adoration. She should loathe me for using her after what she’d already been through. If I could let her go, I would, but I was starting to think my brothers were right.
She was ours.
My hand dropped to her throat. Her eyes widened, this time in pleasure, as she tilted into my touch. “I want to feel you swallow every drop of my cum. Show me how sorry you are.”
Her expression turned determined as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked. My entire body tensed. My thrusts became uncoordinated as the euphoria exploded inside me. My back tingled. My balls drew up.
I pushed down her throat, coming as she gagged. She sucked and licked, struggling to take it all as the longest, hardest orgasm washed over me. Pulled me under.
And I knew I was fucking gone for her.
Her lips were shiny and swollen as she moved away. I slumped in the chair; a rare smile on my face as she sat proudly at my feet. I stroked up her face, skimming along her mouth. Over her warm cheeks. Her hair brushed across my hand as she leaned into my touch again, like she loved it. Wanted it.
Suddenly, I needed to give it to her. Give her everything I could.
“I think we need to reward our girl.”