Page 80 of Deadlier Obsessions

“Every fucking drop, little mama. Take it all,” I grind out, just before I shoot my cum down her tight throat.

GAGE

Our plan for our little ‘proposal’ evolved pretty quickly, from something romantic, to what we knew would be more appropriate for who we are, and who they know we will always be.

They always get off on the primal shit, where we chase them down, and fuck them in the dirt, and what can I say? We’re always up for it, without exception. Using that to make our proposal clear is fucking perfection, in my opinion.

After Stella swallows down Pretty Boy’s cum, I wrap my fingers around her throat from behind, keeping her on her knees.

“You will be our wife, Stella. That’s not a request, it’s a fucking foregone conclusion. Tell me you understand.” Her breath catches in her throat, and she tries to turn to look at me, but I hold her in place, so she has to face Sebastian.

“Tell Pretty Boy you’re going to be his wife, baby,ourwife.”

She starts shaking her head, and what the fuck is that about? We hear a shocked ‘what’ from Lucy at about the same time, and then Mav’s dragging her over to us, and pushing her down onto her knees too. I know when men propose, they’re usually the ones on their knees, but this isn’t a normal relationship, or a normal proposal, so why the fuck would we do anything the normal way? If it feels good,fucking do it.

“I don’t understand,” Lucy says quietly, making a huffy noise when Mav fists her hair and tilts her head back, to glare down at her.

“What’s not to understand? You both belong to us, so we’re making it permanent.”

“But how?” Stella chokes out, lifting her hand to pull at my fingers on her throat. I release her, because she kinda needs to be able to speak right now, but the only word she should be saying is ‘yes’, because that’s the only answer I plan to hear anyway.

“Let us worry about that part, Stella. The two of you are ours, like Mav said, like Gage says, like we’ve all said,” Pretty Boy murmurs softly, reaching out to touch both of their faces.

“We want to marry you, and legal or not, we’re going to make it happen.”

Stella shakes her head again. “This is insane. You don’t just… you don’t just tell women you’re marrying them. This isn’t a proposal, it’s a dictatorship.”

“Yeah, we dicked you, and now we’re dictating, deal with it,” Mav says with a laugh.

“Proposals involve kneeling, and rings, and… and…”

“We fucked your tight rings, and you’re on your knees. Keep arguing, Stella, we’ve got all night.”

Lucy starts to giggle. “Wow, what a story to tell our children and grandchildren. So romantic.”

“But very them, right, Peanut?”

I feel like at this point, there’s nothing more to be said, because we told them, and they get it now. They’re ours, and they won’t be getting away, still, she mentioned rings, didn’t she? I back away to where I stashed the two boxes with the rings, and bring them back to my family, passing one box to Mav and the other to Sebastian.

I watch as they open the boxes, offering the rings to our two ladies, and they utter matching gasps as they see the rings they’ll wear for the rest of their lives. Sebastian chose them, because he’s got more of a romantic soul than me, and definitely more than Mav. From the reactions of our little fiancées, I think he nailed it. Ha, nailed it. Yeah, we’ll do that again to celebrate.

STELLA

Am I annoyed that they didn’t even ask? Yes.Assholes. You don’t just tell a woman you’re marrying her. That’s fucked up. As perturbed as I am, I would’ve said yes, if they knew how to ask like normal men. Who am I kidding? They are as far removed from normal as possible, yet I still love them. Assholes or not, I still couldn’t imagine a world without any of the three of them, and don’t want to. If you had told me they’d propose, I would’ve imagined a black diamond. The rings are probably the most normal thing I’ve seen from either of them. Our rings match, which is fine, but they are stunning. It’s a teardrop solitaire diamond ring set in white gold. The diamond itself has to be several carats. I’m not exactly well versed in gemology, so I couldn’t say for sure, but I’d guess that it’s more than three carats.

After we went back inside, Gage declared since he went last that he was fucking both of us, and he did. And then he fucked Sebastian. Where that man gets his stamina, I will never understand. That sounds like a complaint, but it’s not. We have large sexual appetites, the same as our men, ourfuture husbands, so it works well for all five of us.

We all sit on the couches, sipping our drinks. The guys are all having a beer, while Lucy and I are drinking lame root beerbecause we’re pregnant.

Lucy glances at our men. “So, we’re marrying you because we have no choice. Do we at least get a dress? Flowers? Or are we doing this like we do everything else? Naked?”

Gage chuckles loudly. “Firstly, you’d marry us if you had a choice, so stop the fucking attitude. Secondly, do you want a dress and flowers?”

I cross my arms over my chest in annoyance. “Yes, she does, and so do I.”

Mav smirks. “Then we’ll go shopping tomorrow and get your dresses.”

“We’ll go alone.”

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