He covers me with his big body, pressing me into the mattress, and snakes his hand around my hip to stroke my clit. He kisses my neck and chuckles when it makes me clench around his cock. But when he speaks, it’s all for Eli. “She feels fucking good, Eli. Hot and tight and wet just for me.” He thrusts into me in slow, grinding motions that nearly make my eyes cross. I’m pinned between his cock and his hand and, gods, it feels so good, I might die from it.
“Shut up,” I grind out.
He doesn’t pick up his pace, doesn’t do anything but keep fucking me in the direction of another orgasm. Abel lowers his voice, but not enough that Eli won’t hear. “Do you scream when you come for him, sweetheart? Do you fuck him mean like you’re doing to me?”
Eli’s cuffs rattle against his chair as he leans forward. He’s got his practiced smile in place, a mask I loathe because he’s started using it on me in private and not just when we’re in public. The bruising of his face dampens the effect, but only slightly. He laughs, easy and light and completely at odds with the look in his eyes. “Enjoy Harlow’s pussy, Abel. I’ll be taking her back when this is over, and you’ll only have the memories.”
Something ugly and dark surges through me. I am not a toy to be fought over like they’re jealous children. I expect that from Abel. The only reason he chose me as his Bride was to hurt Eli. I didn’t expect it from the man I’ve been sharing my bed and life with for the last five years.
Abel’s dark chuckle teases the damp skin on the back of my neck. “Don’t like that, do you? He’s a fool if he thinks you belong to him.” He grinds into me in that decadently slow motion. “You do what you want, don’t you, sweetheart? And right now, you want to come all over my cock.” He shifts his hand, adjusting the angle of his fingers against my clit, and then resumes fucking me.
I’m spread out for him, pinned in place by his big body, but I can’t help enjoying every moment of it. Regrets will come later, maybe, but right now I am riding on a wave of darkness akin to hate. I let go, free-falling into an orgasm that has me arching back against Abel, trying to take his cock deeper. He hitches my hips higher, giving me exactly what I need, coaxing my orgasm into wave after wave, until I collapse onto the bed in a sweaty mess.
He drags a free hand down my spine as he leverages himself off me. It’s a weirdly comforting move, especially the way his touch lingers on my hip for a long moment. He turns away and drags the condom off his cock then tosses it in the trash. “Your turn, Eli. We’re back to my original question; easy way or the hard way?”
Eli looks at me for a long moment before he focuses on Abel. “What are my choices?” He still sounds carefree and distant, and it makes me want to slap him.
Abel’s expression is strangely neutral. “I fuck your mouth. I fuck your ass. Either way, I’m not going to be gentle, but if you choose mouth and try to bite my cock, I’m going to break your nose.”
“There goes that idea.” Eli grins, though his eyes remain cold. “My mouth. Make it quick.”
Abel moves to stand next to the chair but doesn’t bother to uncuff Eli. I don’t blame him. I wouldn’t either. He grips Eli’s blond hair and gives it a tug. “Behave.”
“Tonight, I will.”
I expect more taunting, more…something. But the air is charged with a tension that goes beyond hatred. Abel holds Eli’s gaze as he guides his cock into his mouth. I half expect Eli to pull something, but he simply sucks the other man down.
I lay there and watch Abel fuck Eli’s mouth in short, brutal strokes as he holds the back of his head. It’s hot. Really, really hot. Every muscle in Abel’s body stands out in restrained violence, right up until the moment he curses and jerks as he comes down Eli’s throat. “It’s done. You’re mine for the year.” He glances at me. “You’re both mine.”
My eyes feel gritty, and my throat is hot, but I muscle down the response. I can’t show weakness right now. Not to Eli and certainly not to Abel. I won’t give these assholes the satisfaction of knowing that either of them hurt me.
I can’t believe it’s come to this, but I’m nothing if not resilient.
I’ll find my way through.
I always do.
6
Eli
I can still taste Abel on my tongue. Maybe I truly am concussed because I sit there and stare at him as he walks to the dresser and pulls on a pair of jeans. A shirt quickly follows, and then he disappears into the bathroom. When he returns, he’s got his boots back on. He tosses a key onto the bed next to Harlow. “Uncuff him, or don’t. Your choice. Don’t try anything funny.”