Page 87 of Black Hearts
Theo blinked behind his glasses, his brown hair slick with sweat. Somehow, he’d still gotten a workout from that slow and steady fucking. I guess if you did anything long enough, you were bound to break a sweat. “Are you critiquing my skills?”
“If by critiquing you mean insulting, then yes.” I took off my shirt and folded it, setting it on the nightstand as well. “I find I can no longer stand back and watch. If Juliet wants this to happen more often, the sight of you with her must at least be interesting… so I’m going to show you how it’s done.”
Theo looked as if he wanted to argue, but another glance at Juliet stopped him. He groaned and pulled out of her, rolling to the other side of the bed. It looked like he was going to get off the bed, but Juliet grabbed his hand and stopped him, holding him there.
I didn’t care if he was on the bed or not. As long as he could see what a good fucking was. Frankly, I didn’t understand why Juliet had fallen for him in the first place, if that’s how he fucked.
Within another minute, I was fully naked, my cock hard and on display. Juliet’s gaze roamed over me, taking every inch of me in. The muscles on my chest, the taut musculature on my stomach, all the way down to my thick cock. Her pupils glazed over in desire, and I didn’t wait another second before crawling onto the bed. She had let go of Theo’s hand, gazing up at me with such a pretty, undone expression, her yellow hair a mess.
My cock twitched, wanting to be inside of her, but not quite yet. I had to show Theo just how it was done, and that meant no skipping on the roughness.
A hand shot out from me, curling around Juliet’s neck. I held onto her tightly, causing her to inhale sharply. “You see, Theo,” I whispered, though my gaze never once left Juliet, “she might not admit it out loud, but she likes it rough. She likes feeling your hand around her neck, squeezing just enough that it makes her lightheaded. She likes being taken so hard she can barely breathe. Isn’t that right, Juliet?”
At that, I lessened my grip on her neck, allowing her to nod.
Just for the quickest of moments, I let my gaze lower, taking in her naked form. Up close, it was so much better. You didn’t really get the full picture watching from a distance, even if that distance wasn’t far. The only flaw on her otherwise perfect skin was the scar on her stomach. I still hated seeing it, knowing her own father had given it to her in hopes that she would bleed out before anyone found her. I’d come so close to losing her. I didn’t know what I’d do if I did.
Lose my fucking mind, probably, worse so than she’d already made me.
I let her go, rolling her over to her stomach. I grabbed her hips, jerking her ass in the air. Running a hand up along her spine, I leaned over her body, stopping when my fingers wove through her hair. I pulled on her head tightly, forcing her neck to bend backward, and she let out a soft moan. None of my movements were slow or gentle.
“See?” I asked, breathing hard. “Juliet likes it rough.” I didn’t let go of her head as I grabbed her hip again to brace her for my cock. My hips pushed against her backside, and my cock slipped inside her pussy with a single thrust.
Fuck. She felt so good. So unbelievably good, even after all this time. There was no drug in the world that could match the way Juliet and her body made me feel, no drug that could ever affect me like she did.
I didn’t let myself linger on how good she felt, though. I couldn’t. I had to remember now I had an audience, even if it was an audience of one. I had to show Theo how to fuck Juliet right.
With one hand pulling her hair and the other digging into her hip so hard I might leave bruises on her soft skin, I got to work. I pounded away at her from behind, letting loose the animal inside, that dark, ravenous beast that only came out when Juliet was near. Killing was a job; I didn’t get off on it like some of my siblings, but this girl? Oh, this girl rattled the beast inside.
She took me and claimed me for herself. She changed me. She made me feel things I never thought I’d ever feel. Pain had never once registered in me, nor had regret, not until she came into my life and forced me to.
I might like to be rough with her, but I would never hurt her again. I’d promised that to myself after dealing with our fathers, and I wouldn’t ever go back on it. I was many things, but I was no liar.
I pounded into her pussy so hard she cried out, barely able to keep herself upright on her knees and her hands. With every thrust, I knew I pulled her hair, but she didn’t stop me, didn’t tell me it was too much. I trusted that if it was, she’d speak up. She might be shy and meek around strangers, but around those she loved, she could be a little spitfire if the situation called for it.
Beside us on the bed, Theo struggled to watch. He kept his gaze focused on Juliet, but every so often it flicked to me behind her, my cock spearing her. Perhaps he wondered if he could even take such a pace. The good doctor liked to pretend he could never be rough or violent, but we all knew that wasn’t the case. All he had to do was nurture his dark side a bit and let it out.
As my hips went at a frantic pace, I bent over her, the hand on her hip moving to cup the front of her throat. My large body bent over hers and I whispered, “This is how you like it, isn’t it? Tell Theo this is how you liked to be fucked.” I accompanied that with a particularly hard thrust of my hips, and she cried out.
Whatever sound she tried to make was unintelligible; Juliet was lost to pleasure, unable to string words together. It was a beautiful sight, and knowing my cock pushed her to the edge made my balls tighten.
I let go of her neck and her hair, pushing into her from behind even harder. She was unable to keep herself up, her top half collapsing on the bed. She had to turn her face to the side, toward Theo, so she could breathe.
I didn’t stop. I knew I had her right where I wanted her; I’d show Theo just how easy it was to unravel her on your cock when you claimed her like an animal would claim its mate in the peak heat of mating season.
Juliet’s core clamped down harder, the noises escaping her changing slightly. She couldn’t hold it back, couldn’t stop the orgasm from exploding within her. Her fingers gripped the sheets harder as she came, her back arching on its own, giving me a better angle for that sweet ass.
I reached around her hips, drawing my fingers down her hip bone to her apex. As I fucked her, as she orgasmed, I touched her clit. Swollen and needy as it was, I began to circle it, pinch it, using it to edge her to another orgasm—or make her current one last longer. Semantics.
Juliet was basically goo. She couldn’t control herself. She trembled and cried out again, louder this time, and I couldn’t help but throw a glance over to Theo to make sure he was watching. The man should be taking notes.
Satisfied that I’d made her come, I focused on my own pleasure for a while. I kept fucking her until I felt the familiar heat in my lower half, the tensing of my cock inside her. My hips jerked into her, ramming my cock deep into her pussy as I lost it. I grabbed onto her sides, squeezing her hips as my cock emptied itself inside her. All of my seed, all of my essence, right into her core…
Which Theo would then fuck. If anyone was going to get seconds, it wasn’t me. I’d always mark that pretty, tight cunt with my cum first, mark my words.
I yanked out of her once my orgasm was over, and Juliet collapsed forward, laying on her stomach on the bed. I smirked at Theo. “She’s all yours, buddy.” I might’ve hissed out the final word. Maybe.
Theo’s eyebrows creased, and he looked between us. “Shouldn’t she go wash up or something?”
