Page 42 of Enraptured

“I’m not going to go slow. It’s going to be a rough ride.”

“Give it to me. You’ve been too gentle. I won’t break. Haven’t I proven that?”

I answer her by unzipping my fly and take myself out. I hook her legs around my waist like before, letting my dick slide up and down her slit. I stand back, letting Dimitri see my dick part her flesh before surging up and in so hard she gasps at my invasion.

Christos plunges into me again and again. He didn’t need to warm me up with foreplay. Just being with him turns me on. When we entered the dungeon, I heard the whispers from envious subs as we passed asking if he was the infamous, “El Diablo.” Knowing everyone wanted him while he only wants me; mades me feel powerful. This place is an underworld of dark desires. The rough stone floor and wood beam ceiling are ancient. I wonder how many men and women have snuck down here to do dirty, forbidden things. The damp, musty air of the dungeon is filled with sex and moans. I add mine to them, not holding back my cries as his thick cock fills me deep and hard. He’s never fucked me like this before. I bite his neck, opening my eyes, locking with Dimitri’s. He wants me. Remembers my taste. It’s all over his face. He’s dark and sexy. But I met Christos first.

I refuse to look away. Refuse to apologize for my choice. I bite my lip crying out, as Christos comes, slamming me against the wall, pinning me hard as he jerks into me. His thrusts are hard and short. In and out. Plunging quick and dirty. Dimitri clenches his drink so hard the glass shatters in his hand.

But he doesn’t look away.

Neither do I.

Christos, stills, his dick twitches as he tries not to come. “How far are you willing to go, my pet?”

“As far as you need me to. Show him I’m yours.”

Christos pulls out, hands sliding under my rump as he picks me up, bringing me to a stone slab that functions as a table or an altar. Who knows what kinds of kinky shit happened on it.

“Ah?” I cry out as he lays me on the cold stone, spreading my thighs apart. He spreads me like the petals of a flower. “Do you see this Dimitri?” Christos asks, with his finger next to my diamond piercing.

The skin is pulled tight over Dimitri’s cheeks. His shoes are still covered with shattered glass as he looks at the diamond dove.

“Fuck. I can smell her from here. Let me have a turn.”

“Never. I’m never sharing her again. Forget her face. Forget her body. Forget everything about her or I’ll take a drill to your skull and carve out the memories myself.”

I’m turned on by Christos’ possessiveness. My back arches as he dips his head, slowly licking me, lapping at my pussy the way a cat laps up a bowl of cream.

Dimitri won’t leave.

He can’t stop watching.

I get it.

Watching people fuck is such an aphrodisiac. My hands circle my own breasts, pinch my own nipples as Christos rolls the bar of my piercing between his tongue and lips then clamps down sucking on it hard while three of his fingers slide in and curl back on my G-Spot.

“Master!” I cry, knowing it will piss off Dimitri. He was good to me, helped hide me, and I wonder if I’m becoming more like Christos than he is becoming like me. Because turning on Dimitri, teasing him with what he can’t have—is about to make me come harder than if it was just me and Christos alone.

Dimitri’s hands unclench. He can’t help what I’m doing to him. With his eyes on mine, he unzips his fly, the huge beautiful dick I remember is hard for me. “Jessie,” he mouths, biting his lip as he strokes himself slowly a few times.

“Christos,” I mouth back, deepening his wound.

My dark devil grips my chin hard with his hand. “Eyes on me,” he demands, slapping my tits hard then he takes himself in hand, rubbing between my folds letting Dimitri see his cock slide into me.

We both gasp in unison as he goes in deep. He grabs my hips pulling me to the edge of the slab, giving his powerful hips more room to rut into me like a wild beast. His pace is fast and strong, he bends his head licking my nipples, biting them, sucking them; stamping me as his.

My legs wrap around his waist, “I’m so close—”

“So am I,agápe.”

“Let’s come together.” I pant as he jerks me closer than I thought he could, angling up so the broad tip of him hits deep.

“I love you!” I cry, more for Dimitri’s ears to hear than Christos’. Christos answers by grabbing the back of my head for a deep kiss as he pumps a few more times. I feel his release as his dick trembles; unloading hot cum deep inside me. He bites my shoulder as the spasms go on and on—and I can’t help it. My womb flutters, my inner muscles pulse again, as I watch Dimitri come from watching us.

He finishes breathing hard; angry. Pissed at himself for wanting what he knows he can’t have. He curses, finally turning away, walking deeper into the underbelly of Alex’s castle.

“Fuck that was hot,agápe.” Christos shudders breathing hard as he pulls out and tucks himself back into his pants. He picks up his jacket and my dress, hanging both over his forearm. I’m proud as I walk out on his arm wearing my heels and garters.

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