A Thousand Cuts (Underworld Kings)

“You are mine,” he murmured, his hands moving to the buttons at my back. His breath was hot on my neck.

“Only mine,” he continued.

My eyes zeroed in on a dark figure in the doorway, one I hadn’t noticed until now.

Felix.

He was also wearing a suit. Black. All black. No tie. The column of his neck was an abrupt white against it. His eyes seemed to glow as they trailed up and down my body.

He looked like the Devil himself. Or at the very least, the Devil’s right-hand man.

“I don’t share,” Cristian growled, his hands still working on the buttons of my dress.

I was paralyzed, unable to fathom what was happening, yet my body responded the way he’d conditioned it to.

“Any man who lays a hand on you is inviting a terrible, painful death. I will come to our bed and fuck you wearing his blood.”

I trembled. Not entirely from fear.

My future husband was undressing me on our wedding day in front of another man. A man I’d hungered for. One who looked like he hungered for me.

“I’m not a religious man,” Cristian continued, almost reaching the last of the buttons at the bottom. “But I believe in the sanctity of marriage. I believe in the vows we make. And I am a possessive man. But I am also a man who knows you, as much as you hate that. I know what you want. And I am inclined to give you what you want. Once. To show you that I am willing to forgo my very nature for you. Because on this, our wedding day, I want you to have everything you want.”

He undid the last button, and my dress fell to the floor.

I was standing in my heels and a white corset, complete with garters and stockings. The corset in question was made completely of lace, and my hard, throbbing nipples were on show for Felix.

His expression barely changed, but I caught it. The way his eyes flashed. His hands turning to fists at his sides. His jaw clenching, visible from even across the room.

Cristian’s lips met my neck, and his hand slipped between my thighs, creeping upward. I wasn’t wearing panties, so there was no barrier. His fingers parted me, finding my clit, exposing me to Felix, watching raptly.

My knees shook, and I let out a moan as Cristian expertly explored me.

“I trust Felix with my life,” he murmured. “He is the only man I trust walking this earth. Therefore, he is the only man I would trust with you. The only man who will touch you and breathe afterward. Who will know what your pussy tastes like, what it’s like when your cunt tightens around his cock.”

My body tensed at his words, their meaning, him bringing me to climax with another man watching. My nails cut into the palms of my hands as I fought against the pleasure. This should’ve been wrong. This is the kind of thing I’d been running from before I met Cristian.

“You’ve given me a lot, Sienna.” His words were raspy as his fingers stopped short of my climax, cupping me. “You’ve given me many pieces of yourself. And what you haven’t given, I’ve taken.” His other hand moved up, finding the lace covering my nipple then pulling it down.

I gasped as he tweaked the sensitive skin, watching Felix slowly approach, like a predator.

“There is one last part of yourself that you’ve been hiding.” Cristian moved slightly back, letting me go, so Felix could approach.

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I was frozen in place as his hands replaced Cristian’s. He cradled me in between my legs, his fingers moving against my pussy. My intake of breath was sharp, audible, and my knees almost gave out. Would’ve given out if it weren’t for Cristian, his front strong and solid against my back.

My fiancé held me up as another man finger fucked me.

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move my eyes from Felix’s as he stood there, bringing me to climax. His fingers worked expertly, the only things touching me. His body was inches away. He was at my front, Cristian at my back. I was sandwiched between two of the most dangerous men in the city.

I cried out and threw my head back onto Cristian’s shoulder as my orgasm came quick and fast. Unexpected. Life altering. The two men remained still while I recovered, regained my vision back. My body shuddered as Felix removed his fingers from me, stepping back and placing them in his mouth, staring at me the entire time.

I was unable to think, to form words as he shrugged off his jacket, his shoes, and then started unbuttoning his shirt. He was stripping. My eyes feasted on his skin. Pale, inked. Both of his arms were covered, but his torso was completely bare. Except for the scars that marred his lean, muscled body. They varied in size and shape, but they were all evidence of his violent past. All the times people had tried to kill him. And failed.