Page 5 of Brutal Queen

“You came without permission, Bambi,” Nico scolds.

Benedict walks around to stand at the side of the bed, dropping his head reverently. “I’m sorry, sir. I have no excuse.”

Nico cants his head to one side, resting it against mine, as he draws out a lengthy pause, presumably deciding Benedict’s penance.

“I’m going to need your help with this one, phoenix.” He shuffles me to the edge of the mattress and keeps me on my knees with his cock still inside me. “Spread a little wider,” Nico whispers in my ear, nudging my knees further apart, before addressing Benedict. “On your back, with your head between Aurora’s knees.”

Benedict nods eagerly, doing as he’s told and seemingly keen to make up for his indiscretion.

Nico pushes me forwards onto all fours and wraps my long hair around his fist, pulling, creating an exquisite arch in my back like he’s drawing an arrow on a bow that’s poised to be released.

“Bambi, you will not touch her until I tell you. Aurora, your only job is to come on my cock and help me drown him in our cum.”

Benny’s breath dances across my thighs as he responds with a pained, “Yes, sir,” and a sharp tug on my hair prompts me for my consent. “Si,mio mostro.”

Nico drags his cock from my core at a tantalisingly slow pace, curving his hips as he goes, making sure to use his piercings to tease me. Tendrils of pleasure radiate through me and a shiver races along my spine between the ecstasy of Nico’s pounding and the bite of the pain as he pulls my hair to drag me back onto his cock. My hips buck, my back tenses and pussy clenches around Nico’s cock as I come, demanding that he join me in my ecstasy.

“Fuck me, phoenix. Take every last drop of my come.”

He pulls me back to his chest and his free hand dives for the apex of my thighs, refusing to allow my orgasm to wane. I’m battered by waves of euphoria as he strums my throbbing clit while he rasps his demands against the shell of my ear.

“You’re not done yet, Aurora. I need more from you. Ride my dick and gush for me.” I’m overwhelmed by the stretch of his cock and just when I think I can’t take any more, the hand around my torso shifts to roll my nipples between his fingers. He pulls and tweaks, teasing them mercilessly until it borders on pain, making me implode. My walls pulse around his thick cock and he cries out as he ruts into me, pumping his release into my eager pussy. My body quivers while warmth cascades from where we’re still joined and drips down my thighs.

“Are you ready, Benny?”

“Fuck, yes, sir.” His words are desperate and slightly muffled by my thighs.

“You will drink us down and lick her clean. Every drop you don’t swallow will be another lash of your ass with a belt later.”

“Oh, fuck. Yes, sir.”

Nico's arms envelop me, holding me tightly against him. “Are you going to be a good girl and hold still for me?”

All I can do is nod. I’m lost, trapped in another dimension where only we exist.

“Words, baby.” But it’s not Nico’s voice. Sinclair is standing in the doorway, holding the top of the frame like he’s trying to restrain himself.

“Yes,” I pant out in a breathy whisper. A second later there’s an ache at my core as he pulls his still-hard cock from inside me, making me want to cry. Benedict’s mouth is on my pussy instantly and I go from bereft to overjoyed in a fraction of a second.

My emotions are raw and exposed and tears of joy threaten to streak my face.

Nico runs a hand up the front of my body, dancing featherlight touches across my skin until he reaches my neck, where he wraps his hand gently around my throat and starts whispering never-ending praise in a tone so loving it feels like he’s praying.

Benedict laps at my pussy—devouring me. Exploring every part of me and savouring the taste of our combined release. The sounds from between my thighs mix with Nico’s pretty words and wash over me, pushing me into a state of rapture.

The whole time, Sinclair watches and the second he meets my gaze, something detonates inside me.

I’m bound by Nico’s hand at my throat, speared by Benedict’s tongue in my cunt, and trapped by Sin’s wanton gaze. All these things happening at once short-circuit my brain and send me to a level of subspace I’ve never experienced.

I surrender everything. I’m lost to them.

Sinclair steps into the room at last, and crosses to cup my face in his hands. “Time to rest, hummingbird. We’ll look after you.”

CHAPTER THREE

SINCLAIR

That was the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s been years since I’ve been in the position to watch from the sidelines and it’s not something I planned on revisiting, but the more time we all spend together, the less I want to be apart from Aurora. From the comfort we all feel together.

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