Page 31 of Capture
“Says the boss?” I asked in a flirtatious tone.
I could still feel Mikael inside of me. The way he brutally seduced me, callously fucked me, almost made a hole in the mattress from his tormented thrusts. Three dangerous men have fucked me and I loved it all.
Mikael stimulated my horniness, and I wanted Ronan to make me go over the line again. I was becoming useless and weak, addicted to these men, who treat me cruelly. Shameful, but I couldn’t stop.
Ronan seized my mouth again as I ran my fingers through his tidy, brown hair, giving him the message that I wanted it. I wanted it badly. I wantedthembadly.
“Yeah,” he breathed as his hands climbed under my sweater, rubbing my bare back, along the spine, down to my butt crack, slipping a finger along my crack.
“I wouldn’t worry about him,” I assured my Simmering Summer. “He succumbed to his temptations.”
He grunted, unsurprised as a little smile appeared on his face. “Figures.”
“You seem proud of that?” I questioned, flabbergasted that he wasn’t concerned that I was fucking all three of them. You’d think dangerous men such as the Kaisers would be more possessive. Or maybe they would be if it were a man outside of their circle.
He shrugged. “He’s a good man and ah…it’s kinda weird, but also cool, that it was you.”
I chuckled, “A good man that keeps me locked in here.”
He snorted, seeing my point. “Well, he’s a good man to people who don’t betray us.”
“Do you…” I began eager to ask a question that’s been on my mind for years. “Do you think he’ll ever forgive me? Will all of you forgive me?”
He peppered kisses all over my neck before coming up for air as if he was killing time to think it over. “Gunner has forgiven you already,” he stated, “although he’s still suspicious of your true motivations.”
“And Mikael?” I pressed. “Do you think he has it in his heart to forgive me?”
His intelligent eyes fixed onto the wall behind me, then narrowed his eyes a little, thinking over. “I think so,” he replied slowly, sounding slightly unconvinced. “If you want him to forgive you, you might have to work for it. It won’t come for free.”
“I know I hurt him badly,” I sighed, taking the hint that if I let Mikael have his way with me more, then his heart might be open to forgiving me. “But I could beextranice to him.”
“You do that,” he grinned, agreeing with my strategy.
“And what about you, Ronan?” I asked him, taking his gorgeous face in my hands, to look him squarely in the eyes. “Do you forgive me, yet?”
“I’m getting there,” he stated honestly.
“Maybe I could help you along too,” I offered flirtatiously, biting my bottom lip while beating my eyelashes.
There was no time like the present, so I climbed over his legs, straddling him and took his gorgeous face in my hands, kissing him, while I rocked over his hardening crotch. His hand quickly unbuttoned his black dress pants as I helped his cock spring free.
My desperate need to ride him hard to quench my thirst and hunger surprised me. Animalistically, together we stripped my jeans and fresh panties down my legs, tossing them on the floor.I’d just changed my panties after Mikael made me sodden, and I had a pile of dirty clothes in the corner.
I kneeled over his cock, teasing him by gently touching his head with the lips of my pussy, then pulling away again, shooting him a mischievous smile as I did it. His hand slapped my bare butt cheeks to force me to obey.
“I don’t have much time,” he growled as his hand grabbed my butt cheek to lure me down over his wet cock.
“Oh,” I bit my bottom lip again, teasing. I bet Mikael had no idea where he was and what he was doing. “Are you expected elsewhere?”
“Yes,” he chuckled, loving me doing this to him. I doubted that Mikael would like this treatment, but Ronan had a more moderate personality.
I succumbed to his charms and slid down over his cock and gasped as he filled me up. My body is so subtle as he claimed my mouth and kissed me passionately and deeply, drawing out a sigh as I began to move over his cock. His hands clenching my butt cheeks guided me over him, moving my hips in slow circles as his firm organ rubbed against my inner soft skin, stimulating my body.
My knees pressed into the mattress as his hands lifted me, before slamming back down again, forcing the tip of his cock to prod me deeply. God, it felt good. I was still a little raw from Mikael, but that quickly dissipated the more relaxed I became.
Again, he guided me upwards over his cock, before slamming back down, as he pushed himself upwards inside me, drawing out another gasp of erotic pleasure.
I leaned forward to balance myself, before a flurry of small, short thrusts to stimulate my clit more as he grunted, whispering, “Fuck, you’re killing me. That’s so fucking good, selkie. My little selkie.”
