Page 83 of Brutal Queen

“Time for your punishment, Bambi,” Nico snarls playfully, gripping his hips and yanking him back from my lips, just far enough for our breaths to mingle and skitter across our cheeks. “You want to take the first ten, Sinclair?”

“My pleasure,” he says with a smirk before trailing a hand down Benny’s spine. As his palm reaches the curve of Benny’s ass, his pupils flare, reducing his beautiful amber irises to a shimmering halo of gold. “I want you to count them out,cucciolo.”

Benny preens at the term of endearment. It’s intoxicating watching their connection deepen. I don’t think either one of them knows yet where it’s going, but Benny has talked openly with Nico and me about his growing feelings for Sinclair. It seems that for the moment, they’re both happy to explore each other more intimately. They’re doing what’s right for them and we’re happy for them. As Nico put it, ‘There’s a part of you that’s his and it will never diminish the part of you that’s always been mine. Nor will it alter the part that’s entirely Aurora’s.’ There’s a swift crack, followed by a feral moan. “One,” Benny eeks out on a strained breath.

Enzo alters his pace of his ruthless thrusts to match the thwacks that land on Benny’s ass. By the time Benny’s cryingout “Six,” our moans are not only in sync but also harmonising.

“Aren’t you both such good little subs,” Sinclair purrs, never stopping the steady spanks but using his free hand to run the pad of his thumb along Benny’s bottom lip, then mine.

“You have no idea the level of torture this is, watching your balls tighten and your tight little hole clenching, just begging to be stretched around my dick, Bambi.”

Thwack. “E-eight.”Thwack. “Nine.”Thwack. “Ten.” Benny roars out the last strike.

“Such a good fucking boy. You wear my marks so well,cucciolo.”Sinclair's words are deep and smooth. If they’re affecting Benny half as much as they are me, then he must be a moment away from heaven.

Enzo’s stills inside me, the head of his cock as deep as it can be at this angle. I rotate my hips in delicious little circles that ensure his hard length stretches and teases my walls. When it draws stuttering grunts of pleasure from over my shoulder, I take them as permission to continue teasing his cock, so I bear down, squeezing around him like I’m trying to memorise his shape.

Nico helps Benny stand before cupping his cheeks and pressing his lips to Benny’s, starting slowly but escalating into a wild, possessive claiming. The lines of their jaws flex and tense, like they’re trying to consume each other.

Wrenching himself free, Nico turns back to look at Sin. “Say thank you, Daddy.”

The noise that comes out of Benny’s lips is half howl, half blissful sob. I don’t miss the way he buckles, forcing Nico to move swiftly to hold him up. Sin gets up off the sofa to stand beside the two of them, pausing to hook a finger under Benny’s chin. “You heard him. Say thank you.”

The intensity between the three of them is electrifying andsparks a cascade of shivers through my body. They couldn’t turn me on more if they tried. I don’t miss the effect it’s having on Zo either when his cock seems to swell, forcing a more exquisite stretch.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Benny croaks out with a half delirious sigh.

“You’re welcome,cucciolo.Be a good boy now and take Nico’s dick like the eager little cumslut I know you are.” Sinclair's words wash over Benny like a blanket of complete rapture. It’s obvious to anyone present by the glaze in his eyes that Benny has been tipped into subspace, and it's the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Sinclair moves towards me, hooking my chin in the exact same way and forcing a curve to my spine which seats Zo just that little bit deeper inside me.

“You ready to play with the two of us? Do you think your tight little pussy can be persuaded to take us both?” Sin says with an enticing and playful tone.

He doesn’t wait for any answer because he knows it will be a yes. We’ve been working up to this for weeks, adding fingers and experimenting with knotting sleeves. I know I can take them both.

“On your back, Zo,” Sinclair dictates and Enzo does as he’s told immediately, pushing the coffee table to the side and laying down on the rug. Taking my hand in his, he encourages me up, stealing a passion-filled kiss before saying, “You ready,colibrì?”

I’m nodding my head eagerly, lowering myself over Zo, while Sin sinks to his knees behind me. I place my hand on Enzo’s chest, tracing the tattoos he had Nico add over the last few months. They wind around his scars, encompassing every silver streak that marks his skin. He refused to try and tattoo over them, to disguise the pain he’s suffered. Instead, hewears each wound with honour. He says they remind him of how important it is to always fight to return to those you love.

His ink is a blend of delicate chains wound around different symbols. Some are obvious, like the hummingbird and phoenix, but others are more abstract in their meaning. I’m sure he’ll explain one day, but for right now, I could lose hours exploring them. Sometimes I’m tempted to colour them in, but Nico has vetoed that while some are still healing.

Zo wastes no time in burying himself back inside me. “Fuck you feel good,mio re. Mio trono preferito.”

Sinclair feathers his touch along my curves until he comes to rest at my core. “I could hear how wet you were every time Zo sank into your hot little cunt.” The pads of his thumb brush against the bundle of nerves, making me gasp loudly. “But I want you gushing before you try to take us both.” I’m little more than a mess of whimpers at his words.

I lose myself to Sinclair’s and Enzo’s touch. Their hands and lips are everywhere, caressing and kissing every curve of me. The whole time, Sin pushes me towards an orgasm that threatens to shatter me. A mix of Sin’s deft circles and varying pressure on my clit, while Zo takes my pebbled nipples into his mouth and sucks hard.

“Holy fuck, yes,” I cry out. “Atta girl, hummingbird,” Sinclair whispers as his fingers delve into my entrance. Zo lets out a growl as Sin feeds his fingers into me alongside his dick.

“Oh my God, that’s so fucking tight,” Zo bites out.

“Just imagine how tightly her greedy pussy will clench around the both of us, boss.”

I can’t begin to describe the noises that overtake both Enzo and me, but mine ramp up when I lift my head to look up at Nico and Benny sprawled out over the sofa. They’re both lying down on their sides watching us, with Nico propping himselfup behind Benny, his ravenous gaze taking in every square inch of my body.

His other hand grips Benny’s hip to hold him steady as he pounds into his ass in long possessive thrusts. They look like they're experiencing a lazy Sunday morning fuck, eyes wide with hunger as they get off watching their favourite show.

Me.

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