Page 109 of Lourdes & the Mafia
“Hold her hips and ease her onto your cock,” I tell him.
He sits up straight, and the more she lowers until her waist is on top of his, her legs wrap around his body. Her wrists are still restrained, and I leave them as they are for now, watching as Ramiel presses the tip of his cock, spearing through the lips of her cunt and slowly slides her onto him.
They both groan until she’s fully seated. He presses his forehead to hers and they breathe each other in. It’s a tender scene and I give them their moment together. Let them relish in the other’s presence.
Ramiel did almost die, after all.
They both seem to be reliving that moment. They bask in a grateful second of one another’s presence. Lourdes rocks slowly against his hips, making Ramiel groan.
“I thought—” Her voice catches.
Ramiel closes his eyes. I’ve never seen him look so vulnerable before. “I know,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the tears falling against her cheeks. “I know.”
I don’t want the moment to get too heavy. I don’t want this to be about their melancholy or what’s on all of our minds. There will be time enough later to discuss what happened.
Right now, I want to make our girl come again.
Our girl.
I don’t contemplate those words that go through my head.
Instead, I look at Lorenzo. A new fire burns inside of me. Something that mirrors rage but burns hotter, brighter. I can’t give a name to it yet, even if it lives at the edges of the recesses of my soul.
“Get the lube,” I say.
Wicked glee crosses his face as he makes the bottle float in his direction. Once it’s in his palm, he uncaps it and a healthy amount squirts onto his claws, making the black glisten like stone.
“What are your plans for this, Kane?” Lorenzo flashes his teeth.
“What do you think?” He laughs at my reply while I release the bonds from around Lourdes’ wrists. She releases a sigh of relief and it gives me pause. I round the bed so she’s staring at me, even as my brother slowly cants his hips up into hers. “Are you hurt?” I ask.
She smiles from over his shoulder. “Only in the best of ways.”
“Good girl,” I praise.
Ramiel groans. “Say that again. She squeezes me tight with the praise.”
I nod at Lorenzo, giving him a silent order. He crawls up the bed, pressing against Lourdes’ backside. The kisses he trails against her bare, slick skin make her tremble. “Beautiful. Perfect.” His teeth rake against the tender spot of her neck I notice she seems to love. “There’s no one more perfect than you for us, is there, Amore?” A whimper escapes her lips. “The most perfect girl.” His forked tongue slides against her neck, stretching down to her collarbone before trailing back up again. “Our most perfect Queen.”
Her whimpers rise, becoming desperate little squeaks as she swivels her hips against Ramiel’s lap. If she keeps it up, she’s going to come too soon.
“Hold her still, Ramiel.”
He stops her movements by digging his nails into her thick hips.
She makes a sound of protest.
“You are a good girl, aren’t you?”
She makes a noncommittal noise.
My magic lashes out, wrapping around her throat and tightening enough to make her gasp but not to hurt. “I said, you are a good girl, aren’t you?”
“I am.”
The rope of shadow tightens around her throat. “You are, what?”
I want her to acknowledge me. To give me a name, so she knows exactly what I’m submitting to her. So she knows that I am shackled to her every fucking whim and I want her all the more for it.
