Unbroken

He didn’t care.

“Tell me to leave before I fuck you, Skye!” he growled, fisting his hands in his pockets. “I will do it, too. If you say yes, I’ll fuck you, but it won’t be soft, and I won’t be happy with myself for failing to treat you right. Tell me to leave.”

He hated that his cock stiffened in his pants. That the thought of taking her after Hunt left his mark excited him. That he might come inside her and overwhelm her pussy with the scent of him. That he might enjoy every second of it—

“Don’t tell me to say it,” she begged. “Because I don’t want you to leave, Leo.”

“You don’t know what that means.”

“I do,” she said firmly, eyes raw from unshed tears. “I know what it means to ask you to stay.”

“Then I’m going to fuck you,” he declared through gritted teeth. “I’m going to tell you to turn around, to press your hands against the door. Then I’m going to undress you and fuck him out of you against that door. I’m not having you walk another step into our space with him sliding down your legs. Tell me you understand.”

Her teeth chattered from the cold or from his words, he didn’t know, didn’t care. Her eyelids looked heavy as she whispered, “I understand.”

Leo watched her throw her work purse down on the floor and turned her back to him. She went to the door and pressed her palms flat against it. It should have startled Leo how quickly he came at her, not once to stop and consider what he was doing. But he didn’t seem to care. His body wasn’t roaring for him to stop. His mind had gone mute. It was nothing but visceral instinct now running the show.

In that moment, none of it felt complicated. He told her what he would do, and now he was going to do it, and fuck, hewantedto do it.

Even in his ire, he couldn’t rip the clothes from her body. He did it gently, his touch lingering with softness. He removed her shoes, pulled her wet work pants down, kissed the back of her knee, and even in his possessive wrath, he found he could not hurt her.

She had long ago ensnared him, and by doing so, he worshipped her.

The second she was nude, her legs spread for him for the taking, he stood still for a moment to savour the view of her. He pressed his front against her, suddenly wishing his clothes too were off so that he could press his flesh to hers and feel her softness.

He pressed a kiss on the back of her head, reassuring her that he was not angry at her. It was the situation he could not stand. It was how wrong everything was. They were going against the rules. Until they figured out a way, this would not last between the three of them.

With a firm touch, he wrapped a hand around her throat, holding her still while his other hand explored her curves. He sucked at her neck as he cupped her breast, squeezing it, kneading it between his fingers. Her nipples hardened and her breaths picked up. He let go and ran his palm down her soft stomach. When he found her centre, he cupped her pussy, and she let out a light moan, bucking her ass against his hardened cock.

He wondered if she was sore fromhim. He found he did not care.

His fingers explored her slick folds, soaked with her desire, with her come, withhistoo. Leo paused, and shut his eyes, taking a moment to ask himself if he was okay to continue.

He let go of her pussy and slowly unbuckled his suit pants, taking his time as he explored his emotions, explored the consequences—

His body shuddered, his lips trembled, and he felt…weak. He was weak for Skye, for Hunter. He loved them. He really did, and god, he wanted to feel her goodness all around him.

His heart hammered as he gripped his cock and ran it down the crease of her ass, pausing for a moment, considering taking her asshole. But then he felt that slickness against the head of his cock, the way it glided across his sensitive skin with ease. A harsh breath escaped him. It felt so fucking good. Too good to ignore, and suddenly, the thoughts fell away again—

He slid into her tight pussy, a pained groan escaping his throat, merged with her heavy pants. Oh, fuck, she felt good. So wet, so slick with her juices, her come—Hunter’s come. Leo’s balls tightened, his teeth clenching as he fought away his orgasm to relish the sensation.

“Leo,” she chanted, voice laced with want. “Leo…”

He brought his hand back to her pussy, massaging her clit as he drove in and out of her.Fuck yes, this was everything and more. A dash of paradise; a dash of hell. She took him in, pressing herself against him, encouraging him to continue. Throwing her head back, she held she came quickly against him, crying out his name as she rode through her orgasm. Yes, it was his name he wanted on her tongue. He let go of her throat and ran his hand down her spine, pushing for her to bend over. Her hands still pressed against the door as she bent for him, her ass jutted out. With his other hand, he fisted her hair and fucked her quickly, watching his slick cock slide in and out of her.

Fuck, so wet.

Wet forhim.

Wet for that savage before him.

No, he was not fucking Hunter’s touch out of her, he swiftly realized. He was giving her both of them. Entwining their touches so she was soaked in their heavy desire, and how fucking perfect was that? Didn’t it feelso fucking good?

He loved her pussy, loved how drenched she was of them, how tight and warm she felt, andFUCK—

His orgasm tore through him, and he roared from the pleasure. Warmth swept through him, delicious and fulfilling. A glorious release, better than he’d ever felt before. He continued pumping into her, his cock still hard, unwilling to stop. Every inch of her welcomed him in, and even as she bent there, spent, she still pushed against him, as though she too did not want this to end.

Because stopping meant confronting this fucked up situation.