by R. M. Walker
Mine, the kiss said—demanded. And I was, so thoroughly his.
Hot hands caressed down my spine, tracing the bumps and ridges, veering off the path of my bones to trace my scars—a veritable storybook of my life as a Villain. They were ugly but they were part of my life, and had been since I was fifteen. When Arris traced one that curved down and around my side, he breathed, “Stunning. Every bit of you.”
Thomas growled his agreement, nipping my swollen bottom lip. “Every bit,” he echoed.
Warmth and emotion burst in my chest at their words, and I grinned even as Thomas’s wandering hands coaxed a gasp from me. I grasped at his shirt, urging it up and over his head, not caring to look where it ended up before my lips greedily fitted to the defined grooves of his chest and his stomach. Like my own body, scars swept and curved across his skin, a tantalising route for my mouth to follow from shoulder to chest to hips.
My greedy hands slid down his stomach, but before I could push his trousers down and close my fingers around his hard dick, Thomas caught my wrist.
“I want to watch you shatter,” he growled, darkness in his eyes that excited some seriously messed up part of me. My belly flipped. Thomas was dangerous, and he walked the line between dominance and total control. He wasn’t there yet—nowhere near, I knew from experience—but this was a glimpse of what lurked under his warrior skin. Cool, purebred predator.
My breath caught but I nodded, helpless when it came to him. His sapphire eyes held my entire focus, so much so that I jumped when Arris’s hands hooked into the waistband of my pants and pulled them over the curve of my ass. I lifted my legs to help him remove them, already shaking with anticipation. I didn’t know how it was going to work with the three of us but we’d figure it out. I didn’t care if we didn’t; need was a deafening roar in my blood, drowning out rational thought.
“Eyes on me, Jade,” Thomas warned when they threatened to slip shut at the feeling of Arris’s knuckle tracing my pussy through the cheap cotton underwear I’d been given. “How does that feel?”
“So good,” I groaned as Arris added more pressure and rolled his fingers over my clit. My hips jerked at the shot of electricity that tore through me. “Please,” I babbled, my eyes shut and my face on fire, a blush spreading down to my chest. “Please, Arris.”
I was caught off guard by the feather-light kiss that warmed my shoulder, the tender emotion that caught in my chest. Thomas’s hands slid over my hips as my breath shuddered, hovering on the edge of a sob—of despair, of love, of need, I didn’t know, I was wrecked by the tsunami of feeling.
My eyes fluttered open and I surged to kiss Thom as Arris tugged my underwear over my hips, lifting my knees so he could strip me fully as Thomas’s tongue forced into my mouth and claimed every bit of it with a force that made me groan low in my throat.
“Shit, Jade,” Arris breathed, spreading me with two fingers. “You’re soaked.”
Wordless, my mouth devoured by Thomas, I bucked backwards in a silent plea. The broad head of his dick slid between my folds slowly, nudging over my engorged clit, and I gasped hard into Thom’s mouth. Valhalla growled and drew my bottom lip between his teeth, applying enough pressure to make pain sting through my lip but not enough to draw blood, and it was so fucking perfect, all of it, that I was close. So damn close.
Arris bumped his cock against my clit again and my pussy spasmed hard, need pouring through me with so much force that a sob finally spilled from me. “Please, please.”
“Give her what she wants.” Thomas palmed one of my breasts and squeezed, the rasp of his calluses over my swollen nipple … heaven.
Arris didn’t hesitate and I almost collapsed in relief as he pushed inside me, just the tip at first, and then—so excruciatingly slowly—he gave me more and more of him. His hips met my ass as he buried himself fully in my pussy, exhaling a throaty groan that made my pussy throb around his length. God, he filled me up perfectly, and for a long moment I luxuriated in that full feeling.
But he didn’t move. He stayed deep in my pussy, denying me what I craved, and I writhed with need, especially as Arris reached around for the breast Thomas wasn’t caressing and twisted my nipple so suddenly that I cried out and arched against him. With my cry echoing through the cold cell, Arris slowly withdrew and slammed back inside me, setting a punishing pace that had me seeing stars.
I whined, spilling a babble of words, pleas, and their names, as my mind shut down so it could focus entirely on the place where Arris’s cock pounded hard and deep into me.
Thomas slid out from under me, his hand leaving my breast, and I whimpered to lose him, but he only shifted his position on the floor so—so he could tangle his fingers in my hair and bring my mouth down to his straining cock. The sound I released at the first taste of him was utterly beyond my control, and the way Thom’s hand wrapped around my hair, just on the border of being too tight, too rough, brought me so fucking close to falling over that edge and collapsing into stardust.
“Fuck, Jade,” Arris groaned, rolling my sensitive nipple between his forefinger and thumb as his other hand dug into my hip to keep me steady as he fucked me. The sounds of our bodies slapping together was the hottest damn sound I’d ever heard.
“That feel good, baby?”
I was completely beyond words, but I managed to whimper around Thom’s cock as his grip on my hair pushed me up and down, my mouth slobbering all over him and trying to swallow as much as possible.
“More,” Thomas growled, tightening his grip on my hair and forcing my head faster and faster. I melted at the sheer control he had over me, and as Arris reached around my hip to graze my clit with the pad of a finger, a long, possessive touch, I fell apart.
Crying out, I drowned in sensation, their touch everywhere. Thom’s cock throbbing in my mouth, my hair being pulled, my nipple twisted, and Arris’s length hitting places so deep inside my pussy I hadn’t known they existed.
When the rush of heat and pleasure released me, I slumped forward and gasped, every bit of my skin so sensitive to touch that I burned where their hands met my body. I rested my head against Thom’s thigh, utterly boneless and my ass still in the air only because of Arris’s hold on my hip.
I opened my mouth to speak their names but an unintelligent string of sounds came out instead. Thomas laughed, and my pussy clenched around Arris’s dick even though I couldn’t imagine climaxing again.
“Poor baby,” Thom said gently, stroking my hair now. That soft touch, the care in it, wrecked me. I felt vulnerable and cared for. Protected. “Are you cock drunk?”
There was a grin in Arris’s voice as he slowed his strokes and said, “I think we broke her mind.”
I should have minded them talking about me like I wasn’t there, should have cared about the objectification but … I didn’t. Not even a little bit. Thom’s hand ran over the back of my head, so gentle that I sighed, and I wouldn’t have cared if they called me every dirty name under the sun.
“Okay, baby?”
I managed to nod, slowly piecing myself back together. Embarrassment hit, that I’d lost control so completely, that I’d turned into a babbling mess between them. I’d never done that before, never felt anything remotely close to what I just had.
“Think you can get back up again?” Thomas’s gentle, coaxing voice was doing things to me, knocking down every protective wall I’d ever built around myself. I’d never heard him sound like this before—like he was taking care of me. Gruff and annoyed, all the time. Even that flat voice that meant he was so furious people were in danger of being axed. But this… I couldn’t fully explain it, except I felt a level of safety here with both of them that I’d never expected to feel, not even once in my life.
I pushed myself up on achy knees, settling my weight on my hands again and lifted my head, hesitantly meeting Thom’s deep blue eyes. He skimmed my jaw with the back of a finger, gentler than I’d ever known him to be. I didn’t want to think about why—the sentencing hanging over o
ur heads, the reality that this was our last night together, our last night on earth full stop.
“Thom?” I breathed, surprised when my voice didn’t come out as a ragged gasp.
“Hmm?”
“I don’t know if I can take any more,” I admitted, looking up at him as his fingers threaded through my tangled hair, wrapping the strands around his wrist.
“Oh, I think you can,” he replied, his eyes darkening as his voice turned husky.
Arris had stilled inside me but he started to move again, stroking my too-sensitive nerves until a lightning bolt of sensation curled my toes and arched my back.
“Arris,” I gasped. His answering laugh stoked the flames of my desire until it was hot enough to incinerate. “Oh God,” I breathed as his hands bracketed my waist and, with that as my only warning, he began to fuck me senseless. “Oh God, oh God…”
“Fuck, Jade,” he growled. “So—fucking—good.” Each word was punctuated by a brutal slam of his hips into my ass, the head of his cock hitting so far inside me that I swore, the word barely more than a mewling sound.
“Look at you,” Thomas purred, gripping my hair tight until I looked up at him. “Taking that dick like such a good girl.”
His words made my pussy drool all over Arris’s cock, my clit begging for touch. I forgot all about my aching knees, my cold calves. “Thom,” I breathed.
He answered by lowering my mouth to his hard length. I sucked it inside eagerly, gulping down inch after inch of him until I couldn’t fit any more—until he pushed me harder, forcing his cock so deep into my mouth that it hit my throat and I choked. Panic cut through every bit of pleasure as I gagged, desperate for air, frantic sounds clawing at my throat. Thom released me instantly, his hands framing my face, brushing tears from my cheeks as I gasped and gasped.
“It’s alright, you’re alright. I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you.” His thumbs skimmed my cheeks. “Look at me, Jade.” I did, through my tear-stained vision. “I won’t ever do that again if you don’t want me to. Okay?”
I nodded all right, knowing he was telling the truth. Arris had paused, his palm now sweeping down my back in comforting strokes.
Now that I was starting to calm down, I felt mortified that I’d overreacted so badly, that I was crying.
“It’s okay,” Thom said quietly, brushing the apples of my cheeks that had flamed red. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
I took a slow breath, swallowing against my throat—my sore throat. But what did it matter if every part of my body was wrecked and aching? I was going to be executed tomorrow.
“I want to try again,” I said, daring to meet Thom’s eyes. “Just—slowly.”
Thom skimmed my cheeks with his thumbs and looked over my shoulder at Arris. “Change position. Jade, you sit on Arris and ride him, okay baby?”
I nodded, some of my panic vanishing at the instruction—at him instructing me. The loss of control … I’d never imagined it could be freeing, never imagined it could make me feel taken care of.
Arris slowly withdrew from my pussy and moved to sit against the wall; I crawled over to him and straddled his hips. A profound relief rippled through me, now I could see him, his smiling eyes and his handsome bronze face set in understanding and some softer emotion. A weight dropped off my shoulders as he held my waist, his thumbs caressing my heated skin. His mouth slanted over mine, kissing me lazily and deeply as I lowered myself onto his long dick.
The angle … Christ, he was deep. He groaned into my mouth, his hands wandering to every part of me—my thighs on either side of his hips, the curve of my stomach, my aching breasts, my goose-bumped arms and shoulders, the dip of my spine and the soft cheeks of my ass.
I gasped for breath as we broke, his hands squeezing my waist to coax me up before pushing me back down his cock. I plunged down, my pussy swallowing every inch of him, my inner walls contracting wildly as he filled me up. I moaned low in my throat but—something was missing.
I linked my hands behind Arris’s neck and glanced over my shoulder, searching for Thomas. Seeing my needy gaze, he smirked, a sharp, wicked grin that creased the scar on his cheek. My heart beat wildly as he came up beside me, his thick cock level with my mouth.
Without instruction, I sought out that veiny, swollen dick, my tongue flattening to the underside and tracing a delicious vein as he pushed into my mouth—slow, just like I’d asked, giving me enough time to adjust to the feeling. The second I gagged, he pulled back, his thumb brushing my chin as his gaze filled with warmth. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured.
I meant to reply but Arris thrust up at the same time he pulled my hips down and a high-pitched sound tore from my throat, turning to a deep groan as he bounced me up and down his dick. Thom pushed slowly back into my throat, deep, deeper, until I choked on it, until tears pricked my eyes, and he withdrew and praised me again. My heart beat fast, filled with adoration for these men, filled with gratitude for their loving touches, their attention to my needs.
I hadn’t thought I could come again but release built inside me, rising and rising until I wasn’t sure I could weather the storm of it. “Please, please,” I babbled in between choking on Thom’s cock.
“What do you need?” Arris asked huskily, his fingernails digging into my hips as he bounced me faster and faster.
“My—” I choked on Thom’s cock, gasped for air, and whimpered, “My clit, pleasepleaseplease—”
Arris didn’t brush his thumb over my pussy like he had earlier, didn’t offer a grazing touch to send me over the edge. He pulled back the hood over my clit, the pads of two fingers sliding exquisite pressure over my bundle of nerves, and before I could catch my breath, his fingers moved so fast they blurred.
The pressure, the speed—all of it demanded my orgasm.
My body bowed and I convulsed as I came, the spasms so strong that Arris barked a curse and found his own release, spilling warmth inside me that only drew out my orgasm further. My hands fell, limp, from his shoulders but Thom didn’t let me stop sucking on his cock for a second, not even as the world shattered into pieces around me.
My eyes had slid shut, pleasure rolling through me in little tremors, and Arris worked me through it, drew out every ounce of my release with his fingers on my clit. And didn’t stop—not even as I cried out, as my clit began to hurt under his brutal attention, as I begged and begged around Thomas’s cock.
Thom gripped my chin hard between his finger and thumb, thrusting so deep inside my mouth that my eyes flew open and watered, that I shook with it—with all of it. He growled long and loud as he came down my throat. I took as much as I could for as long as I could, my throat clenching around his dick as I gagged. I gulped air when he withdrew, leaving a salty taste on my tongue and come dripping over my lips.
“God, Jade,” he grunted. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
My chest warmed at his words but—but Arris’s fingers hadn’t stopped moving, punishing me with too much stimulation. “Please,” I begged. “Arris, I can’t take it…”
“One more,” he breathed, kissing my shoulder, my nipples. “Give me one more orgasm, darlin’.”
I couldn’t. I couldn’t.
But he didn’t give me a choice.
As my clit grew so hard and swollen that it hurt, Arris made me come one last time, my pussy clenching around his cock, still buried inside me. It wasn’t pleasure—it was closer to pain—but he demanded and I gave. And when I went limp, halfway broken, against his chest, he finally removed his fingers from my clit and sucked them clean.
I had Thom’s come on my mouth, Arris’s dripping from my pussy and down my thighs, but I didn’t have the chance to clean up, to come down from the world-shattering high. I shuddered against Arris as sleep crashed down around me.
Chapter Three
I had two options the next morning when the Hero bastards came and opened the cell door to lead us to our doom. I could let the panic and soul-drenching terror take hold, let m
y hands shake and my legs go weak—weaker than they already were after the way Arris and Thom had fucked me last night anyway. I could let the fear break me. Or I could do what I did best, one last con for the road.
They didn’t call me Deadly Damsel for nothing, so I let my shoulders droop as a guard grabbed hold of my wrist, the metal wire digging in hard. I choked on a sob, and wondered if I’d pushed it a bit too loud when the guards’ eyes snapped to me. From the corner of my eye, I saw Arris roll his eyes and a sharp smirk flicker across Thomas’s mouth.
“Please,” I rasped as the guard dragged me into the cold stone corridor, not putting up any resistance as my feet skidded down the icy stretch of concrete. Arris was hauled along by a guard in front and Thomas behind, growling at the Hero who restrained him.
I blocked it out, concentrated entirely on the man gripping my wrists. Tall—as tall as Thomas maybe—and muscular enough to strain the dark green guard uniform he wore. Brown skinned and frustratingly handsome, his face utterly serious, flat dark eyes fixed straight ahead. I didn’t have my mind control gift thanks to the bracers, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t use some good old-fashioned manipulation.
My voice was a soft, scared thing, the voice I’d learned made men feel manlier and made me seem like an unthreatening little girl. Tears flowed down my cheeks, my bottom lip wobbling as I artfully made my breath catch. “Can I have a drink of water? Please—just some water.”
The guard gave me a wary look but I could see the doubt in his chocolate eyes. He was wondering how someone as small and scared as me could have a list of crimes as long as the wall around Satellite City. He was wondering if the rumours of my abilities weren’t exaggerated a teeny tiny bit, if someone else—someone bigger, scarier, who looked more like a Villain—had done them and let the blame fall on me. I’d gripped enough minds like his with my magic that I knew how big, burly men thought. They were only intimidated by equally big, burly women.
