Page 20 of Empire of Carnage
Santos pulled me by the shoulders, letting my head dangle off the edge of the bed and before I could figure out what was going on I felt Mateo’s hot, wet mouth on my center, lapping up all of my anticipation.
Santos chuckled like he knew exactly how to fulfill Ronan’s demands. I heard the unzipping of his pants and shifted my focus from the vortex of pleasure that Mateo was drawing out from between my legs. His tongue fucked me continuously, only stopping to provide more attention to my clit every now and again.
“Open your eyes,” Ronan commanded, but it wasn’t him I saw once I did.
It was Santos’ engorged and overly pierced cock, throbbing as it waited to enter my mouth. I moaned, parting my lips to let him in. I barely had time to inhale, and with this position he slid all the way down my throat with ease, filling up my airways and blocking all possibility of me breathing. I felt each bar of his Jacob’s ladder against my tongue, the cold steel making it impossible for me to not try to wrap my tongue over each one as he sheathed himself inside of me.
A tear dripped from my eye, rolling down onto my forehead and soaking into my scalp. Santos wiped it before pulling himself out from my mouth.
“What are you doing?” Ronan asked before I could.
He didn’t answer, he just scratched the back of his head anxiously before shaking his head and locking his gaze onto mine.
“I want this,” I told him, lifting up and turning onto my elbows, turning back to look at him.
Mateo had come to a full stop, seeing the tension between Ronan and Santos and completely clueless on how to fix it.
“I promise, I want this,” I told him, turning towards him.
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Santos
It was as if I was constantly being punished.
I wasn’t ignorant enough to say things like, “I didn’t know for what”. The list was endless. I had sins that had expired by basic statute of limitations, but that didn’t mean I didn’t need to repent for them.
Her mouth open, my cock deep in her throat.
All I could see was Guillermo.
Her sacrifice.
Myfucking shame.
Not being able to do enough to keep her from his brutality.
It had been eating me alive, and though she’d left me to commiserate without pushing, I knew I’d eventually have to face her, face myself, face my regrets.
She turned fully, folding her legs under her and sitting on her heels on the bed. She didn’t look back to see what Mateo was doing, she stayed focused on me.
“What is it you see when you look at me Santos?” she asked, her voice not wavering.
I scanned over her body, from the scar on her face, to the small brand below her breast. Both scars matched mine. That meant something.
It had to.
“I see the strongest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever known,” I answered with the truth.
“What else do you see?” she asked, knowing I was holding back.
“I see my failures. I see all the ways I should have protected you but wasn’t able to.” I cupped her face, thumbing the scar on her cheek.
I would have taken both of them if I could have.
“Take your shirt off,” she told me again, this time her voice rang with authority.
“Celia,” I warned her.
