Chapter 21 #2
“Please—” The word tore from my throat.
“Tell me what you need,” Tristan whispered against my core. “Use your words.”
I couldn’t say it, couldn’t beg him to let me come. My stupid fucking pride was going to end this farce.
“All right, kitten.” His voice was gentle, so sad, it broke my heart again. “Maybe I don’t deserve your pleas yet. So first, I’m gonna make you come so hard, you forget everything else exists.”
He worked that spot relentlessly, his fingers pumping and curling while his mouth devoured my clit. The wet sounds of his fingers moving inside me mixed with my desperate moans.
“Look at you,” he said against my flesh. “So fucking gorgeous when you’re spread open for me, this greedy little pussy taking my fingers so well.”
I closed my eyes as the memory of Cole’s degradation cut through Tristan’s praise, his cruelty balancing Tristan’s sweetness, making me feel like I’d earned each word of devotion.
From the chair, I heard the rub of fabric against skin. My eyes flicked to Cole to see his cock in his hand, thick and flushed, precum dripping from the tip as he stroked himself to the sight of us.
Tears blurred my vision. He wanted me even now, even after throwing me away, but wanting me and choosing me weren’t the same.
Tristan added a third finger, stretching me wide as he pumped them harder. His mouth was relentless on my clit, sucking and licking until I was writhing beneath him.
“I’m—oh God, I’m going to—”
“Come for me, kitten. Come on my tongue. Show me who makes you feel this good.”
The orgasm tore through me with such force, I screamed his name. My back arched off the bed, my thighs clamping around his head as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
Tristan worked me through it, his tongue gentling but never stopping, prolonging my climax until I was sobbing with the intensity of it.
When the aftershocks finally faded, I collapsed back onto the bed, boneless and shaking. Tristan kissed his way up my body, his lips and chin shiny with my arousal.
“You okay, kitten?” he murmured, settling beside me and pulling me against his chest.
I nodded against his shoulder, not trusting my voice.
“Good girl.” He stroked my hair, his touch gentle and soothing. “You did so well for me. Came so hard, so prettily.”
It was only then I remembered Cole was still in the room. When I turned to look at him, his face was a mask of anguish beneath the bruises. His cock was still in his hand, and his chest heaved with each ragged breath.
“You’re not fucking done yet. Put her on her hands and knees,” he rasped to Tristan—not to me, never to me, that asshole.
I should have told him to fuck off, should have kicked them both out. Instead, a shiver ran down my spine.
I stared up into Tristan’s whisky-colored eyes.
“Do it,” Cole snapped. “She wants this. She let me in to watch, so fucking let me see.”
Tristan looked down at me, the question in his eyes. I could end this at any time, send Cole away, send them both away.
Instead, I nodded.
Tristan swore softly. He gently guided me onto my hands and knees, positioning me across my bed so I faced Cole. “Like this?”
Cole’s eyes never left mine. “Now, fuck her,” he snarled. “Slowly.”
Tristan notched himself at my entrance and pressed in, and fuck, it felt so goddamned good. This is what I’d wanted, right? To punish Cole, to make him watch everything he’d thrown away.
“Eva—” Tristan moaned as he entered me, each barbell in his Jacob’s Ladder scraping against my insides.
“Look at you, sparrow. So wet that Tristan slides right in. You did that, Tris, made our girl feel so good, she can’t even think straight.”
Our girl. The words shouldn’t have affected me, shouldn’t have meant a fucking thing, not when Cole hated me, not after what they’d done to me.
And yet.
“Please,” I rasped, not sure what I was begging for.
“You heard her,” Cole said, his split lip curling. “Give her what she needs.”
Tristan bottomed out inside me, and I moaned at the stretch, at the piercings dragging against my walls.
“You’re so tight, kitten, so fucking good to me. So perfect,” Tristan babbled sweet praise as he stroked his fingers over my hips, reassuring and gentle. He pulled out then pushed back it.
“Fuck, sparrow, look at that,” Cole murmured. He stroked himself, and I licked my lips before I could stop myself. “Look how well you take him, kitten. Such a beautiful fucking slut for us.”
A tear slipped down my cheek, then another, and then I was sobbing, even as Tristan fucked me, pleasure building in my core.
“More,” Cole commanded. “She can take it, can’t you, Eva? So wanton and needy, desperate for our cocks, even though you hate us.”
Tristan’s pace increased, his hips snapping against mine, deeper and harder with each thrust. His fingers tightened on my hips, and I relished the thought of the bruises I’d wear in the morning.
“You’re doing so good for me,” Tristan breathed. “Taking me so well.”
“That’s it,” Cole rasped. “Just like that.”
Tristan’s hand slipped between my legs and found my clit, and I cried out. “Good girl. So fucking perfect.”
I shattered at the praise, sobbing as I collapsed onto the bed. Tristan shouted my name as he came inside me, and then he followed me down onto the bed, pressing gentle kisses to my spine, my shoulder, the top of my head as he covered me.
When I looked up at Cole again, his bruised face was blank, the evidence of his own climax spattered over his shirt.
The sight should have filled me with satisfaction. This was what I’d wanted—to hurt him like he’d hurt me.
Instead, I just felt hollow.