Page 68 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings
Mr. Enigma stretched out on my other side, his hand tracing idle patterns on my sweat-cooled skin. The touch was deceptively innocent, but I knew better than to trust it. Sureenough, his fingers soon found my nipple, circling the sensitive peak until it hardened under his touch.
“Seriously?” I gasped, arching despite myself as he pinched gently. “We just finished. Don’t you alphas have a refractory period like normal humans? Or did they remove that along with your sense of restraint at alpha school?”
“Rut,” Mr. Enigma reminded me, his voice dropping to that register that made my insides turn to jelly despite my exhaustion. “And you smell too fucking good to resist. Pure temptation.”
His mouth replaced his fingers, teeth grazing my nipple in a way that had me seeing stars all over again. My body responded with eagerness despite the thorough claiming I’d just received.
“This is ridiculous,” I protested weakly, even as my hand came up to tangle in his hair. “I’m going to need medical attention if you keep this up. Possibly a wheelchair and definitely therapy.”
“We’ll be gentle,” Mr. Enigma promised, though the gleam in his eyes suggested otherwise. “Well, gentler.”
Before I could form a suitably cutting response, he was pulling me off the bed and into his arms. With a strength that shouldn’t have been possible given the chain at his wrist, he carried me to his own bed, laying me down with surprising care before covering my body with his.
“My turn to have you properly,” he murmured, his mouth finding mine in a kiss that was far more tender than I’d expected.
What followed was both similar to and entirely different from my experience with Mr. Iceflare. Where Mr. Iceflare had been brutally efficient, Mr. Enigma was playfully thorough, taking his time to discover every spot that made me gasp, every touch that made me tremble. He fucked me face-to-face, his green eyes never leaving mine as he drove into me withmeasured thrusts that built in intensity until I was clawing at his back and begging for release.
Mr. Storm joined us halfway through, his mouth finding my neck, teeth scraping over my scent gland as Mr. Enigma continued his relentless pace. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pleasure building to heights I hadn’t thought possible after my previous orgasms.
“Please,” I gasped, not even sure what I was begging for anymore. “I can’t— It’s too?—”
“You can,” Mr. Enigma assured me, his hips driving forward with precision that had me seeing stars. “One more for me, little mouse. Show me how good you can be.”
When I came, it was with a sob that tore from my throat, my body convulsing around his cock as he followed me over the edge, his knot swelling to lock us together as he emptied himself inside me.
Mr. Storm didn’t wait for Mr. Enigma’s knot to subside. As soon as we separated, he was there, flipping me onto my stomach with a growl that sent shivers racing down my spine. He took me from behind, his pace brutal from the start, hands gripping my hips with bruising force as he drove into me with savage intensity.
“Fuck,” I cried, my face pressed into the mattress as he claimed me with single-minded determination. “Storm— Alpha— Please?—”
His only response was to fuck me harder, the wet sounds of his cock driving into my thoroughly used hole obscenely loud in the otherwise quiet room. Mr. Iceflare watched from his bed, his ice-blue eyes tracking every expression that crossed my face as Mr. Storm reduced me to incoherent begging.
When Mr. Storm’s knot finally locked us together, I was sobbing from overstimulation, my body wrung out beyond anything I’d ever experienced. I thought surely that would be theend—three alphas, three knottings, even in rut they had to have limits.
I was wrong.
The night blurred into a marathon of fucking that would have made professional porn stars request breaks and union representation. Mr. Iceflare took me against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist as he drove into me with incredible force. Mr. Enigma bent me over the edge of the bed, his knot stretching me impossibly wide. Mr. Storm laid me on my side, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder to penetrate impossibly deep.
They used me in combinations I hadn’t known were physically possible—Mr. Enigma in my mouth while Mr. Storm took me from behind; Mr. Iceflare beneath me while Mr. Enigma teased my nipples to painful sensitivity; all three surrounding me, hands and mouths everywhere until I couldn’t tell where one alpha ended and another began.
“Please,” I begged, my voice nothing but a ragged whisper. “I can’t— No more— I’m not a sex toy with infinite batteries?—”
“Just one more,” Mr. Iceflare promised, his eyes dark with hunger as he positioned me on his lap again. “You can take one more for me, can’t you, little mouse?”
And somehow, impossibly, I did. My body responded to his touch with eager compliance, rising and falling on his cock with the last of my strength as he whispered praise against my skin.
When dawn finally began to lighten the sky outside the small window, the alphas seemed to reach some unspoken agreement that they’d pushed me to my absolute limit. Mr. Storm carried me to the small attached bathroom, his hands gentle as he washed the evidence of their claiming from my skin.
Mr. Enigma joined us, his fingers working shampoo through my hair with surprising tenderness. “You did so well,” he murmured.
I would have snapped back with something appropriately cutting if I’d had the energy, but my brain had apparently submitted its resignation along with my dignity. I let them wash me, too exhausted to protest as they dried me with the rough towels provided by our captors.
Mr. Iceflare waited by the bed, pulling back the covers as Mr. Storm carried me from the bathroom. The sheets had been changed, a miracle I didn’t have the mental capacity to question, and I sank into their relative cleanliness with a groan of relief.
As they tucked me between them, my last coherent thought was that I would never, ever take that fucking oil again. De Luca could threaten me all he wanted, nothing was worth the mind-breaking intensity of what had just happened.
But even as I thought it, a small, traitorous voice in the back of my mind whispered that I was lying to myself. The truth, the terrifying, exhilarating truth, was that I had loved every second of it. These alphas had unlocked something primal in me, something I hadn’t known existed until they dragged it to the surface with their demanding hands and hungry mouths.
What scared me most wasn’t what they had done to me, but what they had revealed about me, a part of myself I’d never acknowledged, never even suspected existed. A part that craved their dominance, their possession, their brutal claiming.
