Page 52 of Empire of Carnage
I turned my head just in time to see Ronan and Mateo striding into the bathroom, cocky looks on both their faces as they watched Santos thrust into me with a feverish passion.
“Put a timer on, if he takes more than five minutes to get her off I’m stepping in,” Ronan threatened and Mateo barked out a laugh.
“Bet I can get her to do it without even using my cock,” Mateo responded.
Santos growled into my ear like their back and forth was throwing him off, forcing him to slam into me harder to prove something. My back slid up and down the wall each time he pounded into me, and despite my pessimism I could feel the impossible happening.
My core tightened and I felt it building up inside me again. As if he’d already unlocked the cheat codes to my body, he observed and responded, moving his fingers down to my clit to rub gentle circles, forcing my thighs to clench tighter around him.
“Oh shit!” I gasped, feeling the wave wash me over into nothing but a liquid mess of bones, limp in Santos’ hold as I seized from my climax, milking his cock until he had no option but to follow me into oblivion.
The other two stepped into the shower, pulling me off of him while still holding me up, washing my body with care. They followed the same gentle devotion when it came to dressing me, Mateo slipping one of his shirts over my head as if his clothes were the only uniform I was allowed for my sleep.
Waking up every morning to his smell was a comforting feeling. Like no matter how wrong the day could go, at least at night I was surrounded by his love. Ronan carried me to bed and just as he slipped me under the covers, I realized the others were leaving.
“Wait,” I said sleepily. “Can we all sleep together?”
They looked to Ronan who only shrugged, crawling into bed on my side. They both followed, settling in on my other side and wrapping themselves around me.
Life was starting to go right.
My heart started beating fast at the thought, because life never went right.
I didn’t understand success. I didn’t know what it was like to get what I wanted, to have a dream that was coming to fruition. When all you knew was failure, it became a comfortable place to set up permanent residency. Why try to accomplish something when I was so good at just… giving up? The thought alone was terrifying.
Mateo wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into his chest like he’d done every night while Santos and Ronan were away.
“I can feel you crying Sunshine,” he whispered into my ear. “Was it something we did?”
I shook my head, doing my best to keep my tears silent and undetected. Ronan’s snoring let me know I was doing a decent job.
“Pass her here,” Santos whispered.
Mateo didn’t wait a second, tossing me over his body so that I was positioned between him and Santos.
“What’s wrong, morena?”
I looked between the both of them, the tears streaming down my face as I struggled to verbalize what I was feeling.
“I’m just… I’m just… too happy?” I said, unsure if that was even the emotion I was experiencing because it had been so long since I’d felt anything even remotely close to this before in my life.
“Is that a problem?” Mateo asked.
“Yes. I don’t deserve it.”
“Yes you do, Celia.” Santos’ voice was cold, cutting, with a kind of reprimanding tone.
“No. I don’t. We’re bad people who do bad things. I haven’t even begun to scratch the surface of all my sins to come. I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve to feel this way.” I shook, the silent tears pouring out of me like there was no turning back from this revelation.
“Tough, morena. This is the life you chose. You had plenty of opportunities to leave, now it’s time to throw away any guilt, any conscience you’ve spent the last twelve years growing. You can be a bad person, and still be happy.” He wiped the tear collecting at the corner of my eye before it fell.
“Who gets to define what’s bad and good anyway?” Mateo asked.
“My body count was double my age before I turned fourteen,” I admitted for the first time in my life.
I heard a heavy sigh.
“I get that you’re going through some sort of, imposter syndrome bullshit right now. You’re looking for any reason to throw in the towel. You’re feeling like you don’t deserve all the things you’ve spent your entire life working for, fighting for, and then running away from. But here’s the thing Celia, if it’s not you, then who? Because I guarantee your uncle will sleep through the night in this very bed after he kills you, and he won’t cry a single tear over all the good things he’ll get from your death. Andhemost certainly doesn’t fucking deserve them.” It was Ronan saying everything I needed to hear, letting me know he hadn’t been sleeping as hard as I thought.
