Corrupt (Devil's Night 1)

Michael’s dick pressed into me, and I sucked in a breath, holding it.

“Relax, babe,” Michael pawed my behind. “I promise, you’re going to love this.”

I let out a breath, forcing my muscles to uncurl and remain still as Michael pressed harder and harder.

I winced at the burn as he pushed the head through and sucked in a breath. “I don’t think—”

“Shhh,” Michael soothed in my ear as he reached around to play with my clit. “Your ass is so fucking tight. You think I’m going to let you stop this after I’ve had a taste?”

And then he fisted my hair, pulling my head back. “Huh?” He bit my cheek, taunting me. “No one can hear you scream, Rika. We’re both going to fuck you, and you’re going to love every second if it. No one’s coming to help you.”

My heart jumped, and I gasped, feeling my clit throb harder with the fear. “Yes.”

Goddamn him.

The fear. The fucking fright got me hot, and he knew exactly what to say to get my body needy again.

Slowly—so slowly—he sunk deeper and deeper inside me, and I was so turned on as Kai dived into my neck, sucking and kissing my skin. He pulled out and thrust into me, and I moved with the motion, backing up into Michael’s cock. I felt the groan in his chest as he came down on my mouth.

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p; They went slow, finding a rhythm and moving in and out of me at the same time, and I circled an arm around Michael’s neck again, pulling Kai closer with my other hand.

I was stretched and filled and my entire body tingled with the friction of skin and sweat and my hair sticking to my neck and back.

“Harder,” I groaned, sucking in air through my teeth as I arched my back for Michael and dug my nails into the back of Kai’s neck.

They moved faster, and it fucking stung where Michael was entering me, but it felt so good, too. Like my orgasm was coming from ten different places, all leading to one spot where they’d come together and explode.

“Jesus,” Michael gasped, his hands squeezing my hips as I backed up into his thrusts, taking everything he was giving me.

“God, Rika,” Kai growled, one hand under my thigh at his waist and the other on my breast.

He dipped his head again, taking it in his mouth, and I pushed up against him, begging for it.

Tipping my head back, I hovered my lips against Michael’s. “Are you going to blame me for this in the morning?”

“And if I do?”

I breathed hard, Kai’s and Michael’s thrusts growing more powerful. “Then I’ll leave,” I told him, “and I won’t come back until you chase me down.”

His lips quirked in a smile, and he wrapped his arm around my neck, whispering in my ear, “I wanted this as much as you. I wanted to see how much this would hurt me.”

“Does it hurt at all?”

He stopped breathing, looking pained. “I want to kill him.”

And I smiled. “Good.”

He dived down, capturing my mouth, and I had to force myself to stay upright, because he was kissing me so hard that I could feel it down to my toes.

And then he pulled away, dropping his head back and thrusting his dick inside me, caught up in the pleasure. I turned around, taking Kai’s lips next, moaning into his mouth as his tongue caressed mine and my pussy started to build with pressure deep inside.

Kai held me by the back of my hair, forehead to forehead, our hot breaths mixing together. “Rika,” he panted. “Jesus, you feel so good. I can’t believe I went without this for so long.”

Sweat made his body shine, and I sucked his bottom lip between my teeth. “You’re so deep. Make me come again, Kai.”

He tightened his fist in my hair. “You don’t even have to ask, baby.”