Their Conquered Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 9) (Grace Goodwin)

Chapter One

Elizabeth

I leaned my elbows on the dried wood railing on the small balcony of our second floor hotel room and sighed. The dark night did nothing to hide a woman’s cries coming from the room next door. I should have been sound asleep hours ago, blissfully unaware at this time of night, except I was restless and worried. Soon I would no longer be Miss Elizabeth Lewis. No, in two short days I would meet my new husband, Mr. Samuel Jenkins, and pray that he looked upon me with favor. A bit of desire would be nice as well.

When a woman’s soft calls reached my ears, I tossed back the tangled covers and followed the noises outside to peek into the next room, worried that the cries she made were caused by pain. As my bare feet pressed to the wooden planks under me, the unmistakable sounds of carnal pleasure reached my ears.

She wasn’t in pain, at least not the kind she might want to escape.

I would not look.

I would not look.

Damn it. I looked, and clenched my legs together at the scene playing out. This woman was most definitely not being harmed. With their balcony door wide open to take in the warm night air and the candles lit on the small nightstand, I could easily see into their room.

On the bed, a woman was on her hands and knees being fucked from behind, her long dark hair swinging in a wild braid over her shoulder, half of it loose and falling. While I was a virgin, I knew exactly what the word fucking meant; I’d just never seen people doing it.

My first thought was that she was a prostitute, for surely no decent woman would be so eager or willing, so dirty. I had spent many sleepless nights imagining fucking. I’d thought the woman would be on her back, legs spread, but this… oh my! My imagination had not done it justice, for I had expected the act to occur between a woman and a man, not a woman and two men! Two! The shock of this vision was so carnal and wicked that my pussy clenched beneath my nightgown and I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to.

The animalistic sounds escaping from the woman’s throat made me bite my lip and hold back a moan of my own. My heart skipped a beat as the woman’s cries of encouragement reached me.

“God, do it, Xander. Do it. Fuck me harder. Fill me up.” The woman was a dark-haired beauty, lush and curvy, just like me, which was a curse because it wasn’t difficult to imagine myself there, between the two handsome men, begging to be taken and used, begging for more. The man behind her, Xander, had dark hair and a rugged beard. He was pure muscle, his firm grip on her hips nearly lifting the woman off the bed, her breasts swaying, with each hard thrust as he plundered her with his hard cock. I watched as the thick length disappeared inside her pussy over and over, coated and glistening with her wet welcome. He wasn’t gentle with her, just as she’d begged.

“Fuck, Tyler, she’s so tight. Do you think she’s ready to take both of us?” Xander asked, his voice dark and rough. I watched, mesmerized by the way the taut muscles in his buttocks and lower back flexed every time he pushed inside her. Xander was stockier, with a massive chest and muscled body I longed to touch. It was his thick cock that had me mesmerized, easily the size of my wrist. My own pussy clenched at the thought of being breached by something so massive.

Where Xander was dark, Tyler was fair and beautiful as he knelt in front of the woman, his long cock jutting from the light-colored nest of curls between his bent legs. She stroked him with her hand, from the thick base to the flared crown. I wanted to be that woman, taken by one dark angel and one light. A striking contrast.

It wasn’t just the sound of Xander’s hips slapping her bare bottom with each stroke, or the wet, slippery sounds of fucking that made me shiver in the night, unable to move, unable to look away. No, it was her face, her moans and gasps as he struck her bare bottom with his hand. Hard. He was spanking her!

“Please. Please. Please.” Her breathy requests were timed to the deep plunge of the giant cock into her pussy and I reached down over my gown to touch myself there, in the forbidden place, in the one place I was taught never, ever to touch.

“Emily, you know better,” Xander warned. “I tell you when to come. I say when, love, or you will be punished.” He spanked her again as he pulled back, then drove home. She groaned in response as the skin on her bottom turned a dark shade of pink. “You’re going to take us both, sweetheart. You love when Tyler’s in your pussy while I fuck that snug ass.”

Tyler waited for Xander’s nod before shifting position to lie flat on his back on the bed, his cock rising from his body like a sword, a weapon. He caught the woman by her long dark hair and I imagined that hard pull on my scalp, used my free hand to pull on my own hair just as he tugged on hers and he issued his first command. “Crawl over the bed and ride me, baby. Now.”

Emily whimpered, but it was because as she moved, Xander slipped from her. I could see her pussy open and wet, red and swollen. Well used and yet they weren’t done. Xander’s fingers slid through her wetness to touch her back entrance and I bit my lip as I noticed the tip of his finger disappearing inside her. I saw the forbidden hole glistening as Xander painted it with her desire.

Tyler smiled and pulled harder on her hair, so I pulled on my own, my hand over my own sensitive nub speeding up to match the rhythm of Xander’s hands stroking her from ass to pussy as she pulled away from him. She stopped halfway to her destination and pulled back, yanking away from the hand in her hair to shove her wet pussy against Xander as he fucked her with his fingers. “Please.”

Xander laughed and struck her bare bottom so hard I could see another handprint from the balcony, the pink sting on her naked flesh. “You’re not in control, sweetheart. Tsk, tsk. You should know better. I decide when to fuck you. I decide how wide to spread that pretty little ass.” He spanked her again and she moaned, leaning down to rub her hard nipples along Tyler’s hard, hairy thighs. “Now, get up there and ride Tyler’s cock like a good girl. Let him feel how hot and wet you are.”

She scrambled to do as instructed and eagerly sank onto Tyler’s cock until the cheeks of her bottom were spread so wide across his hips that I could see the tight rose of her backside. She leaned over and captured her lover’s lips in a hot duel of tongues as Xander crawled onto the bed and settled behind her. He pulled and tugged on her bottom, spreading her open until I could see the soft, glistening pink of her wet pussy stretched around the base of Tyler’s cock. He spanked her ass again, over and over as she moaned and cried out

, most of her cries buried in a deep and thorough kiss.

I rubbed my own tender flesh faster and harder, desperate to be filled with something to ease the ache, but I knew that would be too much to explain away should my sisters wake from where they slept in the bed behind me. A hand outside my gown I could explain away, but my nightgown up around my hips and my own fingers deep inside my wet pussy? Well, that one would mark me as the dirty, naughty girl my uncle had accused me of being.

God help me, he was right. I was unclean. Disgusting. No pure woman should feel wet heat sliding down her thighs simply from watching another woman, most likely a prostitute, enjoying two men.

Hell, no decent woman should watch this at all, but I wasn’t decent. I was broken. Damaged goods. My mother’s passionate nature was in my blood. I’d been corrupted by evil since before my birth and had never been able to recover no matter how hard I tried.

And I did try. I spent countless hours on my knees, begging the good Lord to take away my sinful thoughts, my lustful body, the ache between my thighs that longed to be touched. But he never answered my prayers.

I ached. I wanted. I lusted.

So when Tyler pulled and tugged on the woman’s nipples, I tugged on my own, mimicking his movements exactly. Xander rubbed some kind of oil over her back entrance and, using his thick thumb, worked it deep inside her. I moaned, then held my breath, hoping I hadn’t just given myself away.

No. The woman made noise of her own, more than covering for my lapse of control.

As Xander aligned his thick cock behind her, I shuddered. I had never imagined this. Not in a hundred thousand years would I have ever imagined something so wicked. I should look away. I should go back into my room and curl up on the floor next to my sisters’ bed and sleep.

I should at least try to save my soul, but just as my uncle had accused me, I was corrupted because I could not tear my eyes away from the sight of Xander’s giant cock beginning to stretch her forbidden place wider and wider.

Emily panted and gasped as he entered her slowly, Tyler still balls deep in her pussy, still playing with her hard nipples, still pulling on her hair.

I shuddered as my hand moved faster and faster. I wanted to feel it all, but I only had two hands, and one of them had to be on my clit.

The two men moved opposite one another, one filling her pussy as the other pulled out of her bottom, then reversing course.

She begged them to go faster. Begged them to let her come, but all her words earned her was another hard spanking and a reprimand from the dark-haired Adonis behind her. “You don’t come until I give you permission.”