Page 91 of Broken By Silence
Archer kisses my temple, a gesture so tender it clashes with the raw hunger I see in his eyes. “Good girl.”
In one smooth, power motion, he lifts me and lays me onto the soft rug, positioning me right in the center of the room, a feast displayed for them. Oscar is already there, kneeling right beside me, his fingers tracing the line of my hip. Archer stands, and the sound of his belt buckle clicking open is as loud as a gunshot.
He sheds his clothes with an efficient, muscular grace, his body a monument. Every ridge of his abdomen, every cord of muscle in his thighs, is a testament to the protecting he offers.
He isn’t just the man I fell in love with—he’s my shield.
Archer drops to his knees between my legs, his large handsspreading my thighs wider, opening me up completely to his gaze, to Oscar’s, to Crew, and to the two men watching from the shadows.
Oscar leans down, his mouth finding mine in a kiss that’s all teeth and control. It’s not soft… It’s a claiming.
His tongue invades my mouth as his hand slides between my legs, two fingers sinking into me with no warning. I cry out against his lips, my back arching off the floor. “Look at her,” Crew murmurs, “Look how ready she is. This is what you’re missing…”
Oscar’s fingers curl inside me, finding a spot that makes my vision blur. Crew joins us, kneeling beside me, his hands reaching out and caressing my skin almost reverently.
“Easy, Lottie. We’ve got you,” Archer’s hands glide up my thighs, then he positions himself, the broad, blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. The pressure is immense, a sweet, almost too-much stretch that makes me gasp. He doesn’t push. He waits, his eyes holding mind, a silent question.
I nod, a frantic movement, my fingers digging into the rug beneath me. “Please, Archer.Please.”
I ignore the ache in my throat. The need to feel him inside of me too much.
With a low groan that seems to come from the very core of him, he pushes forward. It’s a slow, inexorable invasion that steals the air from my lungs.
I’m utterly full, stretched to my limit. My head falls back, a broken moan tearing from my throat.
Oscar watches, then leans in again, his mouth trailing down my neck, carefully avoiding the bruises, to latch onto my nipple. His tongue flicks the hardened peak, his teeth grazing it with just enough pressure to make me jolt, the sensation ricocheting straight to where Archer is buried deep inside me.
Archer begins to move. His thrusts are not gentle. They are powerful, measured strokes that punch soft, pleading sounds from my lips with every inward drive.
The world narrows to this: the smell of sweat and sex, the soundof skin meeting skin, the sight of Oscar worshiping my breasts, and the overwhelming sensation of being taken, owned, and protected.
“That’s it,” Archer grunts, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Take me, Lottie.Take all of me.”
Oscar releases my breast with a wet pop, his eyes shifting to look across the room.
“Watch,”he commands Elijah and Roman.
His words are the final key. The coil snaps. A climax crashes over me with the force of a tidal wave, blinding and absolute. My inner muscles clamp down on Archer, milking him as my body convulses, a raw, guttural scream ripped from my throat.
Through the haze, I feel Oscar move. He shifts down my body, his mouth replacing where his fingers had been earlier. His tongue flicks over my oversensitive clit, and I sob, the sensation a sharp, exquisite torture that prolongs the ripples of my orgasm. Archer drives into me once, twice more, his own control shattering. He stills, buried to the hilt, and I feel the hot, pulsing rush of his release inside me.
Chapter 31
Lottie
Oscar sits back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes, dark and satisfied, drift from my wrecked form to the two men in the chairs. Elijah looks utterly shattered, his head bowed. Roman is leaning forward, his body tense, a muscle ticking in his jaw.
“Now, Lottie. Suck me and let Crew finally know what your pussy feels like wrapped around his cock.”Oscar’s command hangs in the air, a sharp, intoxicating order that cuts through the lingering haze of my orgasm.
“Archer?” I whisper his name, a question and a plea rolled into one. His chin rests on my shoulder, his stubble rough against my skin.
“You want them to watch you take him, sweetheart?” His voice is a low rumble against my ear, a private sound just for me. “Do you want them to know that this is what they might lose?”
I look past Oscar’s waiting form to the two men in the chairs. Elijah’s eyes are wide, his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists on his knees. Roman is a statue of pure, undiluted want, his stare so hot I feel it like a brand. A new kind of power, hot anddark, uncoils in my belly. They see me, not as a victim, but as this… this worshipped, desired center of everything.
The fear from this afternoon feels a million miles away, drowned out by the pounding of my heart.
“Yes.”
