Page 51 of The Final Deal

My fists ball up Zak’s pants, grimacing and whimpering as Adrian continues to carve me. “Do you have to cut me to make your point?”

“Not really,” Adrian says. He swipes the pad of his thumb underneath his etching that oozes blood and sucks the crimson off. He gives a devious smirk. “But this way we make sure.”

Zak murmurs in my ear, “This is all you’ve ever wanted, huh? Fucked by both of us. Full of our come. Owned by the Ramos twins.”

I don’t want to move with Adrian working his knife into my skin, but I feel it: my hips are desperate, aching to grind my ass against Zak’s hips. Lingering echoes of the best orgasms of my life twine with Adrian’s incisions, and my fingernails claw into Zak’s thighs. “I hate you both.”

Adrian laughs out loud. “This again? Baby, c’mon. You can admit it: you love being fucked and slapped around by us.”

I hiss sharply as his tongue runs over his work.

Fucker smacks his lips and glances up at Zak. “She’s pretty tasty. See why you lost it now.”

I kick his shin. He yelps, grabs his leg, and hops a couple of steps back. “Not funny, Dree.”

Zak’s arms fall from around me as I peer down at the crimson letters glimmering on my chest. I barely make them out as they bleed over.

Ramos Slut.

I groan. “If this shows above my neckline, I’m gonna be pissed.”

Zak threads his fingers through my hair and pulls me against his body. His jeans hang undone around his hips, and the zipper pokes at my skin. His focus is solely on my chest, where blood oozes. “You’re gonna fuckin’ love it.”

Then, his head dips down, and he drags his tongue across the bleeding admission on my chest.

Adrian audibly gasps and holds his breath, and we both watch as Zak swallows my blood. He pauses, like he’s waiting for something to happen, but…

His eyes widen and his lips part. “I… I don’t crave your blood anymore.” Sparks flare in his eyes that flit back and forth between mine and my blood. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

The breath that’s been stuck in my lungs for almost two weeks escapes all at once in relief. And then Zak scoops me up and forces the rest of it out as he tosses me onto a bed.

He climbs over me, settling between my come-drenched legs and captures my mouth once more. I cup his face, prolonging the kiss and unwilling to let him part from me ever again.

So he shoves his jeans off to replace the kiss with his hardened cock. Zak thrusts wildly until my head hangs over the bed.

Adrian sits on the floor in front of me with his vape at his lips. His eyes are locked on mine as he inhales, and then he bends over to shotgun the vapor into my mouth. I inhale deeply and place my hand on the back of his head, encouraging his mouth to meet mine.

Zak’s renewed hardness pounds between my legs and Adrian’s tongue dances with mine until darkness overtakes me.

Chapter 19

South Texas Deathride

–The Union Underground

Metal scrapesand clatters against melamine plates throughout the restaurant, a sound far more annoying than the jovial conversations and laughter that roar through my aching gray matter. I press my fingertips against my forehead, gently rub in small circles, and groan softly under my breath.

We drankwaytoo much last night. To the point that Adrian hasn’t smarted off with anything yet, although he’s been awake for at least an hour. Moaning, groaning, and stumbling around, holding his head, but still awake.

I know he remembers what happened. I sure as fuck do—the twins made sure I wouldn’t forget with their mark on my chest.

Ramos Slut.

A steaming mug of coffee barely covers the smirk that plays across my lips.

I know who I am. But it’s time Zak and Adrian realize who their girlfriend really is.

Zak grunts his pain and displeasure when a baby’s shrill squeal pierces the atmosphere. I lean my head against hisshoulder on my right; he posts an arm across my back and kisses my head. “I amneverpartying with you again, bro,” Zak grumbles.

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