Pretty Little Sins (Kings of Bolten 2)

“I want her,” Fallon rasped. “Please. This is fucking torture. Enough, De Santis!”

“It’s enough when I say it is,” Dominic snapped back. “Maybe I didn’t give you enough fucking motivation before. Maybe you need to see us in action. ”

I turned to Dominic, confused about what he was talking about or what his demented plans were.

“Wasp. Knees. Now.”

I swallowed and looked from Dominic to Vincent, who gave me a slight nod. I slid off Dominic's lap and faced him on my knees.

“Suck my cock,” Dominic breathed out. “Show this fucking lord how you reward those you forgive. Those who fucking prove they’re worth your time.”

I blinked at him. He raised his eyebrows.

With shaky hands, I reached out and unbuttoned his pants. I pulled his thick length out. He was already hard.

“Suck it, my good girl,” he cooed softly.

I felt like I was beneath a microscope, being examined by every male in the room. But I wanted to do this. I wanted to feel in control again.

Dominic let out a soft breath as I ran my tongue along his dick. I locked my eyes on his. He took a deep hit from the joint he still held in one hand. So much desire and affection simmered in his green pools that I sucked him deep into my throat, willing to do anything for him at the moment. Maybe I’d gone crazy. Maybe the weed and alcohol made me lower my guard. Maybe I was simply just the slut Levin insinuated I was.

Whatever it was, I felt empowered and desperate to prove to these men that I was worth it. All of it. Life. Death. Hope. Love. I’d earned it. I wanted it. It was mine, and I was going to take it.

“There you go, wasp,” Dominic breathed out as he guided my head at the pace he wanted. “My perfect queen.”

“Why are you making me watch this?” Fallon called out in a throaty whisper. “She’s fucking wasted. You’re making her do this.”

“Am I?” Dominic asked as I slurped along his length. He put his joint out and set it on the arm of the chair. “She seems like she’s enjoying herself, right, mia regina?”

Knowing I was being watched turned me on more than I thought possible. Memories of being with Vincent and Levin together spurred me on. Dominic was here now. My heart ached as Levin’s face flashed in my head. He should be here too. But he’d made his choice. And I made him think I’d made mine.

I sucked Dominic harder, making him hiss.

“That’s right, baby,” he grunted, thrusting up into my mouth so his thick cock struck the back of my throat. “Good answer.”

“My punishment is watching her suck your cock?” Fallon asked, his voice quivering.

“No,” Dominic said, tangling his fingers into my hair and forcing my face farther down on his dick.

I coughed and choked when he let me up for air. He liked his dick sucked like Levin did. Rough. Violent. I should’ve figured as much. Everything Dominic did was rough and violent.

“Vincent, let’s reward our good girl. Show this asshole what he’s missing out on by not finishing his fucking job.”

Vincent moved forward, and a moment later his warm hands squeezed my waist.

He fumbled with the button on my skirt for a moment before he undid it and tugged it down my thighs, my panties following soon after.

Dominic pushed my mouth off his dick. With impatient moves, he removed my shirt and bra. He reached down and grabbed my panties from the floor, wadding them in his hand. He gripped my chin and forced my eyes to his. His fingers softly caressed my cheek.

“We’re going to fuck you until you’re screaming. I promise, it’s going to hurt so good, wasp. You’re going to love it. Now, open your mouth like a good girl.”

I parted my lips, and he shoved my panties into my mouth.

Vincent was already on his feet when Dominic lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed. My heart thudded hard in anticipation of what was going to happen.

“Fallon, take a seat, and enjoy the show,” Vincent said, nodding to the spot Dominic had vacated.

Fallon moved to the chair, his features twisted into an expression I couldn’t read.

Vincent lay on his back and smiled up at me, his clothes completely gone.

“Bury his cock inside your pussy,” Dominic commanded as he undressed.

I swallowed hard and straddled Vincent as he dragged his fingers along my slit.

“Fuck, you’re dripping for us,” he groaned.

Dominic’s fingers joined Vincent’s. “Is my good girl ready for us?” he rasped.

I peeked over my shoulder at him and nodded, watching as he coated his dick with my arousal. Then he spat in his palm, stroking himself more. My insides clenched with need.

Vincent stole my attention as guided his length into me. I breathed out through my nose and forced down a whimper as he quickly shoved deep inside. I wanted this so much I couldn’t think of anything else. Dominic’s warm hand moved to the center of my bare back. He pushed my chest down onto Vincent’s as he lined himself up where Vincent was already buried to the hilt.

I whimpered as he prodded the tightness with his cock.

“This might hurt a bit,” he said softly. “Scream for me, wasp.”