Page 64 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings
Mr. Enigma’s laugh vibrated through both our bodies. “So demanding,” he growled, drawing back until just the head remained inside me before slamming forward again with breath-stealing force. “I like it. Tell me what you want, little mouse. How you want it.”
“Harder,” I gasped before I could censor myself, the word torn from somewhere primal inside me that had abandoned all self-preservation. “Faster. More.”
“As you wish,” he replied, and then he was pounding into me with a ferocity that would have terrified me if I hadn’t been lost in pleasure and divorced from my survival instincts. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room, a primal rhythm punctuated by my increasingly desperate cries. The chain at his wrist rattled violently with each thrust, a metallic reminder that this was still a kidnapping situation, just with orgasms.
Each brutal drive of his hips sent me lurching forward, my knees skidding against the sheets as he claimed me with savage intensity. The angle let him hit spots inside me I didn’t even know existed, sparking pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. My arms gave out completely, leaving my face pressed into the mattress, ass raised high as he used me with single-minded determination.
“Fuck— Please— Oh God—” I babbled incoherently, my usual witty comebacks obliterated by the overwhelming sensations.My body opened for him with each thrust, producing more natural lubrication than I thought possible.
From my position, I had a perfect view of Mr. Storm, who watched with dangerous intensity. His stormy eyes tracked every expression that crossed my face, every reaction to Mr. Enigma’s relentless pounding. His own interest was evident, his cock impossibly hard as he stroked himself with measured movements that belied the hunger in his gaze.
“Look at him watching you,” Mr. Enigma growled in my ear, his breath scorching against my skin as he draped his body over mine, changing the angle to drive even deeper. “See how much he wants you. How much we all do. We’re going to ruin you, little mouse. Mark you so thoroughly no one will ever doubt who you belong to.”
I couldn’t tear my gaze away from Mr. Storm’s face, from the naked hunger in his eyes that made me feel completely devoured. There was something hypnotic about his focused attention, about the way he seemed to be memorizing every sound, every reaction, every flutter of pleasure that crossed my features.
“Suck him,” Mr. Enigma commanded, his voice dropping to a register that made my insides clench tight. “While I take you from behind. Show him how good that pretty mouth of yours feels.”
The suggestion, the image it conjured, sent another rush of heat through my body, responding with embarrassing eagerness. Being claimed by one alpha while pleasuring another? This was definitely not covered in Omega 101. More like Advanced Placement Omega Debauchery.
“You can’t be serious,” I managed, though my mouth was already watering at the prospect. “I can barely think straight with you doing… that. How am I supposed to multitask?”
“You’ll manage,” Mr. Enigma assured me, never slowing his punishing pace. “You’re remarkably adaptable, little mouse. It’s one of your many charms.”
Mr. Storm moved, the chain at his wrist stretching as he positioned himself in front of me. His cock was level with my face, angry red and swollen with rut, the head glistening with pre-cum. The invitation, or command, was clear without words being necessary.
“This is insane,” I said, though I was already leaning forward, drawn by some instinct deeper than rational thought. “I’m insane for even considering this.”
“Not insane,” Mr. Storm corrected. “Perfect.”
The simple praise shouldn’t have affected me as strongly as it did, but I found myself opening my mouth for him without further protest. The musky, masculine taste of him exploded across my tongue as he fed his cock between my lips with surprising gentleness given the obvious strain of his control. The position was awkward at first, trying to maintain my balance while Mr. Enigma claimed me from behind and Mr. Storm filled my mouth from the front. But somehow, we found a rhythm, a synchronicity that had me wondering if they’d done this before, if they’d shared omegas in the past.
The thought should have disturbed me, but instead, it sent another wave of heat through my system. Being the center of attention between these powerful alphas, being wanted and claimed by both simultaneously, was doing things to my omega hindbrain that I would absolutely deny later when I had more than two functioning brain cells.
Mr. Enigma adjusted his angle slightly, hitting a spot inside me that had me moaning around Mr. Storm’s length with embarrassing enthusiasm. The vibration drew a sharp intake of breath from him, his hand coming to rest on the back of my neck in a gesture that was both possessive and steadying.
“Look at him taking both of us,” Mr. Enigma said, his voice strained with the effort of control as his hips continued their relentless assault.
“Perfect,” Mr. Storm agreed, his thumb brushing my cheekbone in a gesture that was unexpectedly tender given that his cock was currently halfway down my throat.
From his position beside the bed, Mr. Iceflare watched with palpable hunger. His ice-blue eyes never left my face, the weight of his gaze adding another layer to the overwhelming sensations.
“Mine,” he said softly, the single word carrying immense weight. “Ours.”
The possessive declaration, coupled with the dual stimulation from Mr. Enigma and Mr. Storm, pushed me rapidly toward the edge. My body trembled with approaching release, inner muscles clenching around Mr. Enigma’s length as pleasure built to unbearable heights.
“That’s it,” Mr. Enigma encouraged, his pace increasing as he sensed my approaching climax. “Let go for us, little mouse. Let us see you fall apart.”
I felt it then, the base of his cock beginning to swell, the first sign of his knot forming. Each thrust became more difficult as the bulge grew, stretching me wider with every drive of his hips. The sensation was overwhelming, the extra pressure against my already sensitized walls pushing me closer to the edge.
“Going to knot you,” he growled, the words barely recognizable through his rut-driven haze. “Lock you on my cock, fill you up so full you’ll taste it.”
The crude promise, coupled with a particularly brutal thrust that buried his swelling knot inside me, sent me hurtling over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me in waves of blinding pleasure, inner muscles clenching rhythmically around the intrusion. I would have screamed if my mouth hadn’t been otherwise occupied, the sound muffled around Mr. Storm’s cock.
Mr. Enigma followed me over the edge with a roar that vibrated through both our bodies, his hips jerking forward as his knot locked inside me, pumping me full of his release in hot, pulsing waves. The sensation of being filled, of being claimed so thoroughly, triggered another wave of pleasure that had me trembling between them.
Mr. Storm pulled back slightly, allowing me to breathe as I came down from the high. His hand stroked my hair, the gentleness at odds with the hunger in his eyes.
When Mr. Enigma’s knot finally subsided and he withdrew, I felt suddenly empty, evidence of our joining dripping down my thighs in a lewd display of how thoroughly I’d been claimed.
