24. Chapter 24 - Layrin
Chapter 24
D id you think you would never be alone again, Layrin? My own cruel laughter filled my head as I sat there and picked at my food. I knew that Cin and Rion had to sit at their family tables… I mean, I didn't know, know, but it was understandable. I got it, but that dark side liked to hurt me whenever it could.
After killing Gabe, I slowly realized the darkness in my head was a part of me, a side of myself that I never wanted others to see. I had feared if anyone saw it, I would stay alone forever, always the weirdo or the crazy girl, but that wasn't the case.
The guys would never leave me.
Smiling down at my plate, I recalled what we had done before I got ready. My body flushed from just thinking about how amazing they made me feel, how each orgasm was different from the others, just like how each of them fucked me differently. One thing was the same, though. They treated me like I was theirs, like they couldn't bear to be apart from me, like I was precious to them.
That was why, when I saw that Leticia girl touch Rion, wrapping her arms around him, my mind went blank before the darkness took over. Flashing before my eyes, I envisioned five different ways to hurt her. I could ask her to go to one of the rooms, knock her out, and tie her to a chair, chopping off her fingers one by one. I could beat her into the ground until her face looked like ground beef and my hand came away dripping with blood. Scene after scene played in my head until Rion appeared before me and I had to shove it all away.
I didn't realize I could be so violent, even in my mind. At first, I was shocked, feeling a bit like a hypocrite, but at the same time, I didn't hate it. In fact, it made me feel alive, and that was the real scary part.
Stabbing some of the fish on my plate, I ate it and looked up, paying attention to the Russian ballet dancers in front of us. This was not my scene. I wasn't some fancy person who understood what was happening in front of me. All I could do was admire their controlled, graceful movements. Other than that, it was lost on me.
I knew that a lot of eyes were on me tonight, being the newbie here, but my instincts detected one particularly slimy gaze. It was slowly crawling all over me, trying to touch and examine everything. I turned in the direction I felt it coming from, connecting with a set of icy crystal blue eyes that wrought havoc on my peace.
Rion’s uncle was staring at me, lifting his glass as if to say welcome. God, I hated that man. It was obvious he wanted something from me. I could feel it in my bones. I just had to figure out what that was before he came at me with it.
Downing the rest of my drink, I realized I needed to pee. I got up, remembering that I had seen a bathroom near the foyer. When Rion looked at me like he was going to join me, his uncle glared at him, so I shook my head. Flattening my hand, I signaled for him to stop before I maneuvered my way between tables. The spotlight was still on the ballerinas, which made me feel a little better. Maybe there would be less eyes following my quick exit.
A few moments later, I found a sign with a female on it and pushed open the door. Of course, even the bathroom had to make me feel out of place. The whole front area was a separate lounge with couches, mirrors, and bowls of chocolate. It felt a little sexist, but I did grab one of the chocolates and pop it into my mouth. The way it melted on the tongue was the perfect balance of sweetness and cocoa.
The urge below hit me, so I walked over to a set of three velvet-walled stalls with white marble flooring. The whole set-up looked like someone had asked, “What would be the least functional and most extravagant?” then proceeded to follow through on every answer. Mind blowing.
It took me a second to figure out how to collect all of my dresses in one hand, which was a new experience for me, but once I did, I took care of my business, cleaned up, and went to the sink. Maybe I could stay here for a little bit, wait out the ballet. How long did one of those last, anyway? Thirty minutes?
The door opened, and I grabbed the hand towel to dry my hands. Yes, there was a whole wall of hand towels. I have no idea who was replacing them because I hadn’t seen anyone in here since I walked in. Maybe the staff used one of those secret passageways the guys had mentioned. This place seemed so pretentious that I wouldn’t be surprised if their motto was that the staff was best when neither seen nor heard.
“Is ballet not your thing?” The question interrupted my musings, and when I looked up, I saw it was the red dress woman with the big tits—Leticia, was it?
I smiled at her, wanting to test the waters. “Is it that obvious?”
Her tight smile had warning bells going off in my head, so I threw the towel in the basket. There was no telling what might be coming, but I wanted my hands free just in case. I had attempted to move around her when she stepped in front of me, arms crossed, and looked down on me. “It makes sense since you’re just some poor girl that won the DNA lottery.”
Looking down, I tried to cover up my laugh. Her attempt at insulting me was just so pathetic. Did she think that she could say mean things to me and I would crumble? I said worse things to myself on the daily, so I could take whatever bullshit she was going to sling my way.
“Yep. You got me. I’m trash, totally unworthy of the blood in my veins.” I stepped closer to her. “I’m also not the smartest girl in the world, and I am far from the prettiest.” Letting the darkness take over, I smiled, my eyes focused on hers. “But remember that it's you who is jealous of me . How sad for you.”
Her hand rose, ready to slap me, but she didn't notice I already had mine balled into a fist. I slammed it into her abdomen with as much force behind it as I could. She doubled over, clutching her stomach, and I took that moment to walk around her, leaving the bathroom without a word.
I might have just made an enemy, but damn, that felt good.
Not two seconds after I left the bathroom, arms wrapped around my waist. For a second, I almost leaned in, thinking it was one of the guys, but when a smokey leather scent hit me, I knew I was wrong. I lifted my heel and shoved it down. The hands disappeared, along with the foot, then a smooth Latin voice came from behind me. “So the kitten has claws. Intriguing.”
When I whirled around, two identical men stood behind me. Their dark, silky hair went to their earlobes, and light facial hair decorated their chiseled jaws, making you want to touch it to see if you would get cut. They wore black button-down shirts that looked just a size too small for their toned, muscular bodies, paired with gray slacks and loafers. A very laid back effect for an event like this. If all that wasn't enough to make you swoon, their eyes shone a golden honey brown that was so vibrant I could swear they weren't real.
They circled me like wolves, looking me up and down. “We thought we would come save you from Leticia. She always takes it offensively when other women are brought in and more beautiful than her. Something about more competition.”
The other one started to talk, so I turned around to face him. “But to our surprise, you had already saved yourself. That makes us…” He stopped, crowding me from the front, his thumb rubbing across my bottom lip. “Want to know more.”
Behind me, the other one whispered in my ear, his chest pressed to my back, “We can teach you all kinds of ways to survive Foedus. Why don’t you come upstairs with us and—”
Before I had a chance to shove them away and show them what I could do, the man behind me stiffened and backed away on his own while the other turned and glared.
“That was quite uncalled for, Ambros.”
My head snapped to the side. Roux was stomping his way over to us, looking like a bull charging toward a red flag.
He flipped a knife in his hand then threw it at the man in front of me. The stranger dodged it, and when I checked on his twin, he was yanking a knife from his thigh. Oh shit!
“She doesn't need any help from you Maxima hyenas,” Roux growled before yanking me away from them.
They scoffed at the insult before turning their attention back to me. The one who’d dodged the knife lifted his hand to his chest. “Sorry for the late introduction, Miss Rose. I am Branko Maxima, and this is my twin, Colas Maxima.” The brother with the knife wound bowed, giving me a salacious smile like he wasn't bleeding from his leg.
Branko waved his hand at my body. “That dress looks divine on you. I'm sure every woman in there is wishing they knew where you got it.”
Roux took a step forward, but I held him back. “Thank you, but they’ll have to be disappointed. A girl’s gotta keep some things a secret, right?” Roux kept his glare on the twins, but his hand squeezed mine. Apparently, knives in body parts were only warnings here, who knew what would happen if they really tried to push Roux.
I look back to the ballroom and got an idea. “I bet they’re serving dessert now, and I really wanted to see what they were going to come up with. Will you take me to my table, Ambros?” Roux nodded, still glaring at the twins until we turned to leave.
“Let's hope this won't be the last we will see of the beautiful Layrin Rose. You can't keep her all to yourself, Ambros,” Branko called out to our backs. Roux’s arm went taut, like a cord about to snap, but I yanked him forward, refusing to give the Maxima twins what they wanted.
“Don’t let them rile you up,” I whispered. He looked down at me, his hazel eyes leaning more toward a vibrant green. I squeezed his hand this time, smiling up at him to ease some tension. “So it's your turn. I hope his feelings aren't hurt by me not saying bye to him.”
He straightened up, facing forward as he responded, “When the hour was up, he had an urgent email come in, so he had stuff to do anyway.”
When we got to the ballroom, the lights were up and the ballet was over. Thank god. I didn't know if I could sit through much more of that with a straight face. We made our way over to the tables, and since his uncle wasn’t in his seat, Roux sat with me at the Rose table. With him next to me, I felt like I could breathe again.
The waiters brought in slices of decadent chocolate cake that looked more like a piece of art than actual food. Lifting my fork, I had turned the plate around, trying to find the right spot to attack this thing when Roux’s rumble of a voice came out. “Just eat it.”
Rolling my lips into my mouth to hide my smile, I stabbed the center of the slice and took a large bite. The cake was fluffy and moist, the frosting rich and sensual. I thought the dish tasted like sex, but then I remembered the actual sex I was getting. Maybe this was more like an orgasm?
“It's good, right?!” Cin came over to my other side, sitting next to me with her cake in hand.
Her brothers and Elio were sitting at the Ricci table, sneaking bites of their dessert in between participating in what looked like a heated debate about something. Maria was staring at me for some reason, and when I caught her, she lifted her glass in salute. When the boys’ uncle did it, it felt like he was mocking me, whereas when Maria did it, it felt like she was… giving her permission. For what, exactly, I wasn’t entirely sure. To be here? To be friends with her daughter? Nodding to her, I lifted my glass as well, hoping that was enough to stay on her good side.
When she looked away, I looked back at Cin and whispered, “Please tell me you’re not into ballet?”
Her face twisted up in disgust. “No! I was playing a game on my phone under the table the whole time.” We giggled with each other, and finally this night felt like less of a bust.
She laughed her ass off when I shared my run-in with Leticia after telling me she wished she had been there to see that bitch go down. I didn't mention the Maxima twins because from her comment about them earlier today, I felt like there was some bad blood between them and Cin.
She proceeded to take me on a whispered tour of the room, pointing out each table from our seats. Even though Rion and I went over the head families during training, it was nice to connect reality to the information on the pages, so I nodded along with her.
At a table across the way sat three guys who immediately reminded me of the typical surfer boy mold. Tan skin, blond hair, and incredibly bored expressions on their faces as they picked at their plates. A stoic gentleman sat next to them, scanning the room. I remembered him from the council meeting as the one who’d stood back and let the others speak. “Those are the Montagus. Their territory is Australia, New Zealand, and a few of the islands around there. The boys are Arlo, Harry, and Theo. The head of the family is that foxy man, Zandi Montagu.”
Going to the next table, she whispered, “That is the Feng family. They’re in charge of all Asian territories. They have four boys and a girl, although Se-eu doesn't come to much anymore because of her health issues. The boys are Aizen, Bae, Haruka, and Lei. The Feng family is very traditional and runs under their mom, Seiko Feng.” Their matriarch looked like she was in her late twenties or early thirties, yet all of her sons were grown men.
“She looks fantastic!”
Cin nodded. “I know, right?! That family has some gorgeous genes, fucking gorgeous bitches. Seiko has set them all up with arranged marriages.” She shrugged then moved on to the next table.
“Those model-beautiful men are part of the Tutu family. They’re in charge of the African territories. The gentleman in the deep royal suit is Kasim, the head of the family. He has three boys: Akpan, Dejin, and Itoro.” Her voice got lower, and I strained to follow along. “His wife was pregnant with twin girls, but some rival company assassinated her. He’s been on a cold warpath ever since.”
His face looked like it was set in a permanent frown, but the sadness around his eyes couldn't be hidden. “Do you blame him?”
Cin shook her head. “They’re one of the most lethal families because they’re quick to use our resources to take out our rivals swift and painfully.”
She looked to the next group and rolled her eyes. “That's the Maxima table.” I glanced up, receiving five sets of eyes on me at once. Roux growled and stabbed a knife into our table before glancing at them. Cin flipped them off, and they started to laugh, only further pissing her off.
“Yeah, they’re the fuckboys of this whole group, sticking their dicks in any hole they can find. Their head, Mateo, likes to think of their family as the originators of the ‘Latin lover’ stereotype, but that's just their inflated egos. They run the South American territories.”
Roux nodded in agreement, and Cin eyed him like she was trying to figure out what was different about him. Grabbing her hand, I tried to distract her. “You never confirmed earlier... Did you sleep with any of them?”
Cin looked down at her nails, her lips pinched as she mumbled, “I may have done a thing or two.” I gasped, and she looked at me before rushing out, “But it was only one time, and I am never, never doing that again. Nope. I won't touch them with a ten-foot pole.” Her eyes snuck over to the table again before she shook her head.
“Anyway, you know us, the Ricci family, in charge of Europe, excluding the UK, and Eurasia. Then there's the Ambros family.” She motioned to Roux.
“She knows what we run,” his stiff voice making it known he was done with this conversation.
“Well, for now.” She wagged her finger at him. “See, the Ambros family took over North America when the Rose family died out, but now that you’re here…” She left the ending of her sentence open, eyeing Roux like she was testing him.
He faced her, hands on his knees as he leaned in. “She can have whatever she wants.”
Cin’s eyes went wide, like he’d said something that he shouldn’t have, and I laughed it off, already knowing most of this part. “Oh, all that stuff will be figured out. I'm still brand new and will need some help.”
She eyed him again, opening her mouth to say something, but Maria called out to her, waving her over to join a conversation at their table.
“I'll be back,” she said, but it sounded more like a warning.
Once she left, I hit him in the arm. “What the hell! Now, she’s suspicious.”
Roux shrugged. “What? It’s true, and she was already getting suspicious.”
While Cin had done a great job, I still had another question, and it wasn’t like we could talk more about us while so many people could overhear. “I see the head tables and understand those positions, but who are all the people behind the head tables?” Neither the Rose nor Ambros head tables had any others behind them.
He took a bite of the cake and shrugged. I guessed that meant he didn't hate it?
“They are the subfamilies. Those are comprised of the head families’ siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins. If you have a large family, it can signify a position of strength. It's one of the reasons our uncle trained us so hard to be the best. Since we don’t have a subfamily, our position is only as strong as we are.”
It seemed like most of the other families had a good amount of people behind the head family. “Well, I’m fucked.”
Roux immediately grabbed my hand under the table and squeezed. “No, you're not. You're going to continue to be trained by me. I'm going to turn you into a fighting machine, and no one will be able to touch you. Plus, subfamilies can cause a lot of trouble, so it's not that bad to skip all that dissention.”
Afraid that I would look into his eyes too lovingly and betray the mentor/mentee vibe we were going for, I murmured, “Thank you,” through my fingers. “It means a lot to me.”
He nodded, eyes softening before he tilted his head to the side growled, “Shut up! I'm going.”
Almost laughing, I asked him, “So you need to go to the bathroom?” He bobbed his head, grumbling to himself about an “annoying asshole,” so I knew Ravi was probably giving him a hard time in his ear. “Go. I got this.” Leaning into him, I whispered, “I’ll see you later.”
His neck became red, and he ran his hand through his hair before he got up and walked away. That was Roux, always awkward when it came to feeling any positive emotions.
Music started, and I looked over to the side where a band had set up. I was so engrossed in what Cin and Roux were telling me that I hadn’t realized people were starting to gather near the dance floor. A few couples came out for the first song, and I watched.
“I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t take the woman we are training out on the dance floor.” A chill ran down my back, my heart beating loudly when I realized it was their uncle behind me. His hand came out, and I looked up at him with wide, horror-filled eyes. He bent down, his face stopping right next to mine. “You don’t have your little protector at the moment. Take. My. Hand. Now.”
Looking around, I saw a few people watching, and his smile grew tighter with every second I waited. Closing my eyes, I bit the bullet and put my hand into his cold soft grip. His fingers gripped my hand so hard I clenched my teeth to keep from crying out.
Swinging me around like he was some professional dancer, he smiled at our audience. He yanked me closer, gripping my waist so hard I could feel the ache from a building bruise. “Now that we are alone, you can call me Neil.”
His voice had a deceiving lyrical quality to it. Everything about him was so pretty and soft, like he was Prince Charming, but his eyes and words were such a contrast that it was jarring. All I could do was give him what he wanted.
Talking through his smiling teeth, he asked, “Are you deaf or stupid? I just gave you permission to call me by my first name in private. You should be thanking me.” His hand squeezed mine so hard the bones shifted against each other.
“Thank you, Neil,” I said enthusiastically.
“Now. You’re a lucky, lucky little urchin that the Riccis stumbled upon, but don't think that your loyalty belongs to them.” His voice held a violent edge to it. “You owe everything to us Ambroses, the ones who trained you and helped you pass the test.”
He glared down at me, whispering in my ear, “I really hoped they would break you enough that you wouldn't pass, so we could’ve used you as a broodmare, but I guess you really are a Rose.” He shrugged like it was no big deal either way, but I knew that his words were his truth. He really wanted to see me locked up and raped until I gave birth. I could tell he would get some kind of sick satisfaction from it.
My skin crawled at the thought of this man trying to control everything from the background, trying to make me afraid. I didn't want to give him that power, so I sassed, “Sorry to disappoint.”
He let out a loud chuckle like we were old friends. He moved closer again, his voice still a harsh whisper. “Do you think you can help them?” I looked around to make sure no one had heard him before looking back at his smug smile. “You want to save them? Let me inform you that you can’t. You’re a liability to them in more ways than one, and you know it. It's why I wanted you to fail so I could kill you as soon as you popped out an heir. I don't like people knowing our weaknesses.”
I knew his threats were real, I expected that kind of behavior from him, so that wasn't what bothered me. I tried to tell myself he just wanted to scare me and was lying to cover for whatever scheme he was working, but I knew there was some truth to them. My stomach turned, fighting the dread that knocked on the door to my heart. I didn't want to be a liability for the guys. I never wanted to be in the position to hurt them, but something inside of me wouldn’t let them go. We needed each other.
“I could help you guys, but I would want something in return. I want you to renounce your territory claim.” Thinking about his words, I let him twirl me around. “It’s too much to handle for a girl like you anyway. You need to tell Maria you don’t want North America back, only wanting to claim your council seat instead, then you and the boys will have a powerful ally.” His slimy smile made my lips turn down, wanting to be anywhere else but dancing with this man.
Hating that I thought he was right, I looked down at my feet. Saying yes to him felt so wrong, but it seemed like the only way to get him off the boys’ backs. Looking up, I had just opened my mouth to agree when a savagely cheerful voice interrupted the moment.
“Can I cut in?”
Ravi had stopped beside Neil and me, his whole body vibrating as he held out his hand. The smile on his face was nothing but a facade. Neil’s hand tightened, crunching my fingers before he let go, kissing the back of my hand before he stepped back. “Think about it."
Ravi smiled wider, leaning into his uncle and whispering something to him, then turned and pulled me further onto the dance floor. When I glanced back at Neil, his hands were fisted, his smile so wide he was showing all of his teeth before he stalked off.
“What did you say to him?” I whispered, thinking it wasn’t good to poke the bear.
Ravi smirked, twirling me once before pulling me in tight. “I told him that you were giving up nothing, so he could take his offer and shove it up his loose butthole.”
“Ravi!” I smacked him, half fearful of the repercussions, half happy about him defending me against his uncle.
“Just dance with me, Rin.” His breath danced along my skin, causing it to pebble, and butterflies worked their way around my stomach. “I don’t want to think about politics, dangers, or the future. Just the here and now. You in my arms, wearing that dress.”
I knew I couldn’t melt into him like I wanted. He couldn't hold me close and tight, mingling our bodies together, but we could dance. “Alright. One dance.”
“Five,” he countered.
“One.”.
He scoffed. “Three.” The plea in his voice caused me to give in just a tad.
“Two, but that's the last offer.”
“Deal!” He twirled me again, and we danced as just two people enjoying the music. I was surprised Ravi could be so close to me without any sexual tension, keeping it light, fun, and innocent. It was a nice change of pace for us. After the second dance, my feet began to hurt so we sat down.
“You know, you remind me of your mother.” I gasped, jumping away from Maria’s voice. She had come out of nowhere.
With my hand on my chest, I felt my chest rise and fall. “Why do you all make no noise!”
She looked around the room, a smirk on her face. “Well, because we’re trained killers. It's what we do.” Her matter-of-fact tone calmed me down, but Ravi was glaring at Maria like she had ruined everything. Without the haze of surprise, I jumped back to what she had just said.
“What did you know about my mother?” Knowing nothing about my parents, other than the fact that they were dead, I really wanted to hear what she had to say.
“Your mother and I were best friends. That necklace,” she pointed to my triangle rose pendant, “was one-of-a-kind made for your mother by your father. When Cinzia mentioned it, I told her to get closer to you, to watch you. Then you got tangled up with Ambros, and I had to know if you were Lisa’s kid.”
Her eyes got glossy as she turned away from me, looking out into the sea of killers and powerful people. “She was the only friend I ever had.” She turned back around to face me, back straight. “I knew there was a possibility of you, but I never knew for sure, and at that time I was given the head chair and had other immediate problems to focus on." She lifted her glass to the room, "This group can be a volatile one and needs a firm hand, especially when it's in a time of upheaval.”
She reached out, touching the pendant on my neck as she whispered, “She probably didn't want you to be in this world…”
We were both silent as I thought about my past and my future. Glancing at Ravi, I knew with certainty that if I hadn’t accepted the scholarship, they would have found another way back into my life. They would have come for me, pulling me into this world in some way. For the good or for the bad, I knew that fact, reveled in the knowledge that they wouldn’t have left me alone in any version of our lives. They would always come from me; it was only a matter of time.
“It's better this way,” I told Maria honestly. “Life outside of this wasn't working out for me anyway.” My mother might’ve wanted more for me, better for me, but that was never a guarantee, not while she and my father were dead. I’d lived without them, even resented them at times, but now, I thought I was ready to let go of the past. I wasn't meant to have parents who loved me in this life, but I knew of three men who loved me enough for me to keep going.
She laughed, smiling wide before settling back down. “I will do what I can when I can. I can’t offer you more than that.” I could read between the lines, knowing what she meant. She was telling me she was on my side, so long as it wouldn’t hurt her family.
With that, she got up. Sticking my hand out to Maria, she looked down for a second before shaking it and walking back to the Ricci table. We might not be friends, but I think I just made an ally of the Ricci family head. It was a step in the right direction.
Not long after my conversation with Maria, I told Ravi I was tired and wanted to go home. He took me back to the car and got into the driver's seat. Rion and Roux were in the back seat, wearing comfy clothes, and I was already jealous.
I immediately threw off my shoes. They were gorgeous, but they were death traps, meant to slowly break women's feet over time. They laughed when I informed them of that, but there must have been some sign of real strain on my face because Rion got serious and asked me if I was okay.
Deciding to be honest with them, I spilled what Maria and I talked about. Knowing it didn't change anything for me. Being with these boys was bringing about change in me, something the memory of my dead parents couldn’t do.
They made me breathless and strong. Made me feel loved and possessed. They choked me with their protection while freeing me from my own mind. They healed parts of me that I never thought would mend and broke parts of me that didn't need to be whole. These men had made me love them, be obsessive and possessive over them. For as much as they only saw me, I was just as fixated on them.
Part of me had to admit that I didn’t think this kind of love was healthy, but it was the kind I wanted from the very depths of my soul. Something all consuming.
When we got home, Ravi parked the car, and Roux immediately got out, opened my door, and carried me princess-style into the house. “Bed or bath?”
His question had me snuggling into him, stealing all of his warmth as I answered. “Bath.” I didn't want to be stinky in bed.
Not having any energy, I let them undress me. It was oddly sensual when three sets of hands worked in unison to strip my limp body. They were an amazing team.
Keeping my eyes closed, I let them take the reins, telling me what to do and where to go. I heard water in the background, and someone picked up the dress while someone else hauled me up and took me to the tub.
Setting me down gently, I sighed into the warm water that smelled of sweet roses. My head lolled to the side, and I just sat there, unmoving.
“Beautiful lazy girl,” Ravi’s hoarse voice said from above me. I smiled, still keeping my eyes closed until I heard a dip in the water and felt his fingers on my pussy.
My eyes shot open, and I looked at him, about to tell him I was too tired, but then I saw his eyes. They were ablaze with hunger, desire, the urge to feast, but he kept himself in check.
Hypnotized by them, I let my thighs fall apart. “That's right, my love. Open for me like the naughty girl you are.” I licked my lips, getting turned on by his words, before he slipped his fingers into my core, using his thumb to rub my clit. My body moved on its own, my breasts peeking out of the water as my back bowed.
Every time the cool air hit my nipples, my body ached for more.
“Roux, show our girl how much you love her tits.” Roux, listening to Rion’s command, was beside me in a second. His hands first cupped my breasts, kneading them, before he plucked my nipples, causing my cries to catch in my throat.
“Ravi, pick up the pace on her clit.” He did just that, and I felt my body tighten. A moan slipped from my lips, and Rion smiled. “You like that, paramour? You like it when my brother fucks your pussy with his fingers, rubbing your clit until you can't take it?”
Ravi groaned, but Rion kept going. “You like being watched, adored, taken care of. You enjoy the pinch of pain Roux is giving you." He paused before he commanded, "Grab her neck and squeeze.”
Roux’s hand clasped my neck, making it harder to breath, while Ravi worked in a second finger, fucking me until I was literally breathless. “Let go,” Rion ordered. When Roux followed the command, all I could do was gasp out my words.
“I'm going to come.”
Rion grabbed my chin and lifted me up as he breathed along my lips. “Of course you are. You're ours.” He kissed me hard and fast before sticking his thumb in my open mouth and pushing my tongue down. Roux kept it up with my tits, tugging on my nipples in time with Ravi’s fingers.
With my mouth open, Rion above me looking down like a dark god, my strangled cry came out. My body shook violently, muscles clenching up to hard I thought they would break as my orgasm crashed through me. Removing his finger, he kissed me again, swallowing my moans, and as soon as everything was taken from me, my body collapsed. Euphoric bliss and languish fatigue warred over my body, making it hard to think of anything else.
Strong fingers gripped my body, Roux lifting me out, as Ravi wrapped a towel around me. Rion was already in my bed when Roux set me on top of him. Ravi and Roux laid on either side of us, their hands resting on me like they couldn’t stand not being connected to me.
“What about you guys?” I was half asleep already, but didn't want to feel like a taker.
Rion kissed my head. “We have the rest of time to fuck you for our pleasure. Tonight was about making you so tired you couldn't do anything other than sleep.”
Smiling into his chest, I knew that I loved these three men, right or wrong, more than anything.