15. Margaux
MARGAUX
T his made no sense, and I liked it.
I wanted to make reckless choices. I wanted my uncle to know I could be a whore or I could be their toy.
“Just remember, if you break me or hurt me, it’s all just training for me to go back to Carrow. Will I owe you a favor?”
I was well aware that I should have been afraid. I should have been worried about the knives I knew were hidden on their bodies. The guns I’d seen under their coats. If I knew how to gamble, it would be a safe bet that if they wanted to kill me they could do it with their bare hands.
But instead, here I was.
Trusting them.
Why?
I didn’t get a single second to answer my own question. Ronan grabbed me up and walked away from the other three.
“Wait, we didn’t draw cards,” Jett hollered.
“Dude, she was his first. Just shut up and wait.”
I was pretty sure that was Talon, but Ronan moved a hell of a lot faster than I thought a man could while carrying my dead weight.
Fine. Self-preservation be damned, I let my body enjoy the touch. I let the delusion that they wanted me for me spark and the fire inside me burn.
“Does this mean you’re going first?” I asked.
Ronan pulled me into his room and slammed the door. I slid down his body, my feet hitting the floor. His body pressed into mine as he kissed me like he’d been holding back this whole time.
He was consuming my soul, and I gladly gave it to him.
It shouldn’t have been my thought, but he was safe.
Even if he wanted me for my trust fund, something about the way he touched me still made me burn hotter for his darkness.
“Is this what you wanted, little bird?” he asked against my lips.
I kissed him harder.
“Yes. Show me what your demons feel like.”
His hands went from a bruising grip around my hips to my thighs where he lifted me up. Instinct had me wrapping my legs around him.
This is what it felt like to be wanted, even for a moment.
I was lost in what it was to be touched in what seemed like an eternity without it. I’d been cared for once in my life, and I wanted it back.
I craved it.
He lowered me onto something soft, his bed.
His lips barely left mine long enough to breathe.
As he pulled away, I followed, unwilling to let him stop.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and my pussy grew wet as his fingers traced down my spine to the zipper of the dress.
He let it fall, its fabric pooling around my hips.
His hands slid down, coaxing me to lift my ass as he pulled the dress away.
My fingers fumbled at the tie around his neck as I pulled the knot undone.
Ronan broke the kiss, watching me as I grabbed the tie, winding it around my hand.
I slid my fingers over his buttons, releasing them one by one until I could pull his shirt free from his pants and it hung open, letting me trace the well-defined muscles.
I didn’t realize when his stomach sucked in the lower my finger got, my own body would respond with growing need.
“Margaux, you can’t use us against each other. We won’t allow it.”
His voice was low, and I swear it sounded choked as I flipped the button on his pants. His boxer briefs were stretched to their limit as I pulled the waistband over the crown, freeing his impressive length.
“Then what will you do?”
He placed another kiss on my lips.
“Did you win?”
I mumbled as I placed a kiss on his chest.
“There is no win. There are no secrets. And you won’t be going back to your old life.”
I should have asked what any of that meant, but the way Ronan kissed down my chin to my neck, there was nothing but him. I might have had no idea what I was doing, but I knew what felt right as we fought for dominance.
When his hand went between my legs, he stroked me. I raised my hips, pressing myself into his fingers. “Ronan,” I panted his name without meaning to.
This was so much better than anything I could do to myself.
“When we’re done with you, you won’t be able to leave us,” he said the words as he stroked me faster, running his finger along my clit. The world was starting to fade away into pleasure, and he hadn’t even given me what I’d been begging for.
I moaned.
“Just add you to my bad decisions,” I said a moment before I cried out as my entire body exploded in my release.
I barely noticed him kissing my stomach. I squirmed as he took a nipple between his teeth and tugged to just this side of pain.
“Little bird, are you ready for me?”
All I could do was moan again. My breath caught in my chest the moment I felt the pressure of his cock against my entrance.
“Just remember, I’m the worst decision you’ll ever make,” he said and slid between my folds, stretching a muscle that had never been used like this. My nails dug into his shoulders as he slid in and out slowly. Building until he’d given me every inch.
I was certain I couldn’t take anymore, but then he covered my mouth with his lips and swallowed my cry as he slammed into me, and a sharp little pain marked the end of an innocence I no longer wanted. He stilled for a moment, letting me breathe.
“You’re officially ours, sweetheart. No going back.”
I might have said something intelligible or maybe I didn’t, but it didn’t matter because when he started to move again, my entire body exploded around him once more, and this time it was vastly different than what he’d just done with his fingers.
The walls of my core pulsed around him and he fucked me harder even as my own body was coming undone.
One pleasure rolled into another and the pain was all but forgotten. I wasn’t sure I even remembered my name.
He shifted, pushing me farther up the bed and letting him get fully on the bed with me. His cock buried so deep inside my pussy I could feel every movement. When he braced himself over me, his eyes watched mine, and every single thrust became a pleasure I could no longer control.
“Good girl, Margaux. Come for me one more time. I want to feel you all over my cock.”
I didn’t think I could do as he asked, but when he slammed inside me, I lost control and my core quivered and I came once more. The entire room disappeared. There was nothing else but this and I wanted more.
The light from the hallway appeared as the door opened, and I blinked my eyes several times trying to make out who it was. Ronan?
I blinked again.
“Pretty girl, you left before the party could start.”
I stretched out on Ronan’s bed where he’d left me minutes after coming. I should have been sad, and I suppose I was a little, but I’d also had no expectations.
“Jett, what are you doing? And I didn’t leave.”
I tried to grab for a blanket but gave up when he stood at the edge of the bed.
“Fuck me. Pretty doesn’t really sum up what you are.”
His hand slid up the side of my thigh to my hip. I reached for his wrist, stopping him for a moment.
“Margaux, you know Ronan knows I’m here, right? I already told him I could make you scream louder than he could. Don’t make me a liar.”
My eyes were wide and there was no doubt he noticed with the way he chuckled.
He grabbed for something I couldn’t see until I felt the way he wrapped it around my wrists.
“What are you doing with Ronan’s tie?” I asked.
His face moved closer to mine, even though he wasn’t on the bed yet.
“Don’t you think it will drive him crazy when he finds out I fucked you with his tie holding your hands for me?”
My entire body seemed to have forgotten we had just come more times than we thought physically possible. The moment he kissed me, I wanted him and forgot the idea that they were friends and I wasn’t sure what was normal.
“Jett, do you think it will drive him crazy that you’re fucking me in his bed?”
That smile, the one only Jett had, held an edge of evil.
“Can’t wait to find out, pretty girl. Now spread those legs for me because I’m so fucking hard I’m ready to explode.”
He freed his cock quickly. Jett was impatient just the way I expected.
The moment he freed the promised hard-on, I fought to wrap my hands around his thickness.
He released my wrists, but they were still tied together.
I wrapped my hands around his dick and my body suddenly had a whole new need.
We needed to know what this would feel like.
“Told you I already know we’re all impressive, Margaux. But maybe you scream my name just to make Ronan question his own performance.”
I didn’t get a chance to find the humor or how fucked up that might have been.
My body grew hotter, and as he climbed on top of me, his lips covered mine, and then I grabbed onto his biceps as he pushed inside me in one long thrust, right through Ronan’s spend and my own release.
All I felt was the burn of a new stretch to fit his impressive cock.
They were both huge, and the moment Jett filled me, my mind knew they were both exactly what I needed.
He released my mouth and his hips shifted slowly, pulling himself out.
“Baby, I’m keeping you,” he said, and then he slammed inside of me.
I cried out as I held onto him. He slid in and out, hitting me deep and stroking my already sensitive nerves.
“Jett. Yes.”
I screamed his name as my next orgasm crashed into me without warning. Every time I called his name, he took me harder until, from what felt like miles away, I heard the slam of the headboard against the wall.
My entire world was simply feeling. I lost track of time. I couldn’t remember why I’d been so hesitant about who I wanted. I no longer remembered what fear felt like. All there was was this.
Him.
Them.