Psychos (Depraved Sinners 1)

His strong arm holds me up, keeping me from falling to my excruciating death below, while also bringing a whole new meaning to living on the edge. “Fuck, Levi, YES,” I cry out, clenching my eyes as his thumb works my ass. I push back against him and he takes me deeper, hitting me at a whole new angle. I groan low, the sound vibrating right through my chest as I keep rubbing those tight little circles over my needy clit.

Levi wraps his hand around my hair one more time, keeping me still for his big finale, but he won’t be getting it before I do. The walls of my pussy clench and I groan, squeezing down on him as he moves in and out of me, flooding me with arousal.

I love his strength. His raw need to give me exactly what I asked for. His determination to make it count. He doesn’t dare hold back and that’s exactly what I needed. I’m his freaking ragdoll to use as he pleases, and damn it, I need this to not be a one-time thing. But in order for that to happen, I need to be here. I can’t keep pulling away from them. I have to accept that this is my life now. Besides, what has running ever got me? The first time I was nearly gang raped, and this time, I nearly flew off the fucking roof into a pit of concrete below.

Giovanni is never going to stop coming for me, but at some point, I have to trust that the brothers will protect me. They made it out alive tonight, and if they can do that, then there should be no reason for me to doubt them.

As I succumb to my new life, I clench harder around his thick cock, letting the weight of my fear sink away. I can't dangle from the edge of this roof without trusting the hand that keeps me safe, and that's exactly what I need to do. Trust that the boys have me, that they’ll keep me from falling. That's all I can ask for.

The pressure builds deep in my pussy and I clench my eyes, feeling the power of his cock driving straight through me, massaging me deep within. His thumb circles in my ass as my fingers work my clit.

Levi shifts back and as he slams deep inside me at a whole new angle, it’s all I need to shatter around him. “FUCK,” I cry, my voice sailing across the night sky, my fingers digging into the edge of the roof as his pushes harder into my ass.

I clench around him, my walls convulsing as a low moan slips from between my lips. He doesn’t stop, relentlessly taking what he needs from my body as I ride out my high. “Fuck, little one,” he breathes, his jaw tight and his hold strong. “I can’t wait to claim your fucking ass.”

“It’s all yours,” I groan, more than ready to offer it up like a Thanksgiving turkey.

Levi groans and not a moment later, I feel his warm seed pouring into me. I push back against him, taking it all with a strangled cry. Keeping himself buried deep inside of me, he pulls his hand from my ass and curls his strong hold around my waist. He yanks me up so that I’m no longer falling off the edge of the roof and presses my back against his wide chest. “You’re going to destroy us,” he mutters in my ear, his comment holding the weight of the fucking world.

“Can’t destroy something that’s already broken,” I tell him.

“Too fucking right.”

Then just like that, he pulls out of me and rises to his feet, dragging me up with him. I barely get my sweatpants back up around my ass when I turn back to find both Marcus and Roman standing back on the roof. Marcus’ arms are crossed over his chest looking more than pissed that I allowed his brother to indulge in my body while Roman just looks bored.

Then before I even get a chance to ask them how the hell they survived or how long they’ve been standing there, Roman narrows his hard stare. “Come,” he says. “It’s about time we talked.”

Damn fucking right.

25

The silence in the living room is almost brutal.

Each of the brothers are pissed for different reasons. Marcus is livid that I shared my body. Levi is furious that he just had to save me from flying off the roof. Roman is a harder case to figure out. He could be pissed about what just went down with his father or he could just be pissed at the world. It’s hard to tell. Though one thing they have in common is that they’re all furious with me.

I let out a heavy sigh as I lean back against the wall, watching as Roman drops down next to one of his sleeping wolves and pulls its big head into his lap. Marcus sits directly across from me, his harsh glare piercing mine like daggers while Levi stands, his hands clenching at his sides as he paces back and forth behind the long couch.