“Say it,” Isaia demands, his dark eyes a deadly war. “If you don’t say it, I will kill him. I swear it.”
“I want this.” My voice shakes, and my body trembles because of what I just said, admitting how screwed up I genuinely am.
“Say it again,” Isaia orders, and my gaze drops to his crotch. He’s hard too.Jesus Christ. What the fuck is this?“Say it!”
“Yes!” I blurt. “I want this.”
“What exactly is it that you want?” Alexius says, pulling out and dipping the head of his cock back into me.
With my eyes pinned on Isaia’s, I whisper to Alexius, “I want you to fuck me.” I swallow. “While your brother watches.”
“There you have it.” Alexius drops the gun right next to me, and his fingers sink into my hips, jerking me back as he slams forward, his thick girth stretching me. It’s an onslaught, and I’m moaning and gasping like a whore, all the sensations building to a point where it hurts.
Alexius’ grip on my hip tightens, but his arm trembles. Is it still anger? Rage? Or is it him losing control? All I know is every time he slams into me, burying himself to the hilt, he’s fucking euphoria into me, letting it consume me.
I cry out when he slaps my ass before driving back into me, so hard it hurts with a satisfying ache, sending waves of sensations down to my fucking toes.
“Do you hear that, brother?” Alexius says. “You hear her crying out for me?”
Isaia doesn’t move, and Alexius pushes deeper, thrusting faster, fucking me deeper, pulling me down on his cock. I can’t stop the moans that drip from my lips like toxic honey. I can’t ignore the ecstasy that clings to my skin, penetrating my bones, the silk sheet rubbing against my knees and elbows, static crackling on my skin.
“You watching, brother?” Alexius says with rapid breathing, and my thighs tremble.
“Yeah, I’m watching,” Isaia mutters, but his voice is different. It’s low, gruff, but there’s a tenor of something…sensualthat ripples from his words.
“Good. I need you to watch every second. I need you to see how much she loves how I fuck her. It’s because she’s mine, and she knows it. I know it. Now it’s time for you to know it, too.”
Like a piston, Alexius starts to fuck me, skin slapping against skin, our rapid breaths growing louder, and sweat clings to the back of my neck. The friction of his cock and the vulnerability of being watched by his brother add fuel to the fire burning in my core, threatening to turn me into ash—a pile of fucking dirt, nothing but air.
My eyes find Isaia, and he’s adjusting his crotch. Even Isaia can’t deny it. No matter how much he thinks he hates his brother or how much he wants to kill him, he sees what Alexius and I are together.
Fire.
Our eyes meet for a second before mine roll closed, my body in complete surrender, with Alexius pummeling into me with unforgiving and unrelenting thrusts.
I fist the sheets, feeling the cold steel of the gun against my knuckles. I wrap my hand around it, holding my finger on the trigger. I didn’t think it was possible, but I’m more turned on than I have ever been. Even that night at Mito watching Alexius play with another woman’s pussy doesn’t compare to this. The adrenaline. The danger. Fuck. Is it possible to get off on danger? To get off on the power it gives me while I hold it in my hand, Alexius’ cock wrecking my pussy with delicious ferocity?
Yes. Yes, it is possible.
That’s what Alexius is doing, what he’s been doing all along. Getting off on the power he has over me. Just like the control he holds over me is my addiction, it is also his. That’s how similar we are. That’s how compatible we are. Each thriving on power…one surrendering it while the other holds it.
“Fuck,” Alexius growls. “I love how hot your pussy is around my cock. You ready to come for me, my little slut?”
“Yes,” I whimper. I’m so fucking ready.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
“Look at my brother when you say that. Who do you belong to?”
I glance up and into Isaia’s eyes. “You.”
“What is your name?” My ass slaps against him as he fucks me.
“Leandra,” I murmur. “Leandra Del Rossa.”
He snakes an arm around my hip, reaching between my legs and finding my clit, applying pressure that makes my entire body tremble. “Whose wife are you?”