Death Wish (Deception Duet 2)

“You’re so fucking hot,” he tells her. “You’re perfect for us.”

Sully’s hips buck harder and harder, his skin slapping against hers, echoing loudly in the room. I bite her tongue and then suck it into my mouth.

“Make her come again,” Sully barks out. “She’s been a good girl and deserves it.”

Both Sparrow and I obey, our fingers finding her pussy at the same time. I can feel my brother’s dick sliding in and out of her as Sparrow and I take turns rubbing at her clit. Her whole body starts vibrating out of control. Sully curses and his thrusting becomes erratic. He reaches forward, grabbing one of her tits and squeezing hard as he comes. She’s writhing and moaning, lost in her own blissful world.

“Fuck,” Sully mutters, pulling out of her. “Fuck that was good. Damn.”

He pushes our hands away from her pussy so he can lick her clit. Sparrow drags her mouth to his and kisses her like he could own her just with his lips. As much as I want to fuck all night, I think we’ve worn her out. I slip from the bed to grab some towels to clean up. I make sure to wet a cloth, getting it nice and warm, before bringing it back to our love nest.

“I’ll clean you up, prickly princess, but I want to see what a mess we made first.”

Sully pulls back, grinning down at her spread legs like he’s quite proud of how filthy she is. I sweep my gaze over her body that’s already bruising in some places or bearing hickeys. Her pussy is red and swollen, steadily leaking my and Sully’s come. The pucker of her asshole is a little raw, also leaking come.

I have this insane desire to take a picture of her like this—wrecked and ruined—to send to her useless father. After all he’s done to her, it would make him crazy to see his little girl ruined by the likes of us.

Fuck that would be amazing.

But, a possessive, claiming part of me refuses to let anyone else see her. She’s ours now. Just ours. Something slots into place. Used to be, my brothers and I were competitive as fuck, but it feels like we’ve found a way to have Landry all at once. Nothing about what we just did felt wrong. It felt super fucking right.

I dab at her pussy with the wet cloth. She flinches and I wonder if she’s sore. As gently as I can, I clean her up, swiping away the come leaking from her body. Sparrow starts to climb off the bed and she shakes her head.

“No,” she croaks out. “I want you to stay. All of you.”

He shoots me a questioning look. I shrug. My bed is big enough for four. Sparrow shuffles to the middle and drags her over his chest. She buries her face into his neck. Her nice ass is on full display, reddened still from Sparrow’s spankings. Sully climbs onto the bed beside Sparrow and Landry takes his hand. I toss away the rag and mimic my brother’s position. After pulling covers over us, I let her take my hand, too.

“Can we stay like this forever?” she asks, her voice thick with exhaustion.

Sully laughs. “Honey, I think, at this point, we’d give you whatever you asked for. You’re fucking ours now.”

“Ours,” Sparrow agrees. “We’re going to spoil you. With our dicks.”

She snorts out a laugh. “I hate you.”

Nah, she doesn’t hate us at all. In fact, I’m pretty sure she loves us. I mean, how could she not? We just fucked her into another world.

We’ll keep fucking her like this night after night because she belongs to us now.

Ours.

Ours.

Ours.

Chapter Sixteen

Landry

Every muscle in my body aches. I’m bruised all over my neck, breasts, and hips. Between my legs, my ass tingles and my pussy is sore.

That’s what it feels like being wrecked by three burly beasts.

Boy did they wreck me.

Waking to being tangled up in a mess of limbs, buried under their sturdy weight, though, makes it all worth it.

They care about me.

Desire me. Want me. Need me.

The feeling is mutual.

And, today, we’re getting the hell out of here. It almost feels too good to be true.

I fell asleep on Sparrow’s chest, but somehow I’ve wedged myself between him and Scout. Scout’s dick, even hard in sleep is pressed against the crack of my ass. Sparrow’s palm is covering my ribs and breast, holding me possessively. My arm is stretched over him and Sully has our fingers entwined, his lips resting on the back of my hand.

Sleeping like this, safe in their love nest, is the best sleep I’ve ever had. I hope we have hundreds more nights just like this. In another city, someplace where no one knows us and we can blend into the background.