Page 19 of Empire of Carnage
“One lucky motherfucker,” Mateo answered from the doorway, breaking the staring contest.
The disappointment from Mateo interrupting our moment was brief. Reality checked me hard, even with Ronan’s undeniable sex appeal, and my cunt practically dripping just from the idea of being touched.
Ronan was lucky to be alive, and I wasn’t stupid enough to risk his recovery.
As if my letdown was obvious, Ronan chuckled again, this time moving his hand to the front of my neck while the other roamed the waistband of my jeans. He turned us both to face Mateo. Santos stood behind him.
Had they been there the whole time? Had he brought them with him?
“You’re telling me you fought this hard for both of them, and neither have taken care of you? You deserve to be fucked within an inch of your life. But I’ll settle for mine if I have to. Tell the Doc to get a blood donor ready.” His hand traveled south, reaching into my thong and stroking against my center.
“Oh fuck,” I whispered, dropping my head back against his chest.
He continued his teasing, making circles on my clit before dipping inside of me, two knuckles deep. He groaned in my ear.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He thrusted two fingers all the way inside before pulling them out, forcing my eyes open at the shock of him leaving me desperate and needy.
By the time I turned around he was already sitting on a velvet chair in the corner of the room, forearms on his knees as he settled in. Mateo and Santos still hesitated at the door.
“I’m so tired of you all treating me like I’m made of glass. You didn’t break me, and neither did he. If somebody doesn’t fuck me soon, I’m going to go insane.” Mateo was first, behind me all too suddenly before his hands traveled up my body, under the fabric of my shirt. His coarse hands massaged my breasts, kneading them softly before turning his attention to my nipples.
My eyes were still stuck on Ronan, sitting in the chair.
“Close the door or get out,” Ronan told Santos in a commanding tone.
“I thought you didn’t want to watch me with anyone else,” I antagonized while immediately regretting my inability to hold my tongue even when it benefited me.
“I was wrong.” His gaze hardened my way. “I want to watch them split you open. Then once I’ve heard you scream enough, I’ll clean you up with my tongue.”
He leaned forward in the chair and nodded to Mateo, who began to move his hands once again at Ronan’s instructions.
Puta madre.
I felt like I was going to combust from every small touch. The sound of the door closing made its way to me, but before I could look over Mateo’s shoulder to see if he’d come in or not, Santos was already there, pressed to my other side and pulling my jaw in his direction for a kiss.
I opened my mouth, parting my lips and letting his tongue dance its way in before reciprocating the movements myself. He swallowed my moans just as Mateo’s fingers flicked around my nipples.
“Take her clothes off,” Ronan said.
Santos didn’t delay, he broke our kiss, pulling my shirt off and throwing it on the ground while Mateo worked to undo the buttons on my jeans. I helped him, stepping out of each leg as he rolled them down my calves. I reached for Mateo’s shirt, taking it off of him and turning to Santos to do the same.
He grabbed my wrist in his hand to stop me and pinned my arm to my chest before forcing my back against him.
“Where do you want her?” He asked into my ear but the question wasn’t for me.
“Bring her to the bed.” Ronan leaned back and crossed his ankle over his knee.
I didn’t miss the bulge in his pants and his refusal to adjust it.
We made our way to the bed, where Ronan had the perfect view. Mateo’s fingers danced up my spine, forcing a shiver from my body. Once he got to the band of my bra he unclasped it, exposing me to all three of them. I heard the faintest growl coming from the corner but it was hard to tell if it hadn’t come from the other two men.
“Take your shirt off,” I told Santos, but he ignored me.
“Lay her on the bed. Head towards the edge.” Ronan was in charge, and I had no problem with that. I couldn’t look away from him. He was hungry, in every sense of the word, and somehow he was going to make do with what I gave him.
I was on my back. Mateo had me boxed between his arms as he hovered over me, and Santos stood above my head.
“I want to hear her choking on her screams,” he told them.
