Their Cartel Princess: The Complete Series: A Dark Reverse Harem Box Set

by Logan Fox

  Finn kissed her, and again slid his length against her.

  She was so wet down there, she almost couldn’t handle the sensation. Finn slid a tongue inside her mouth, urging her to kiss him back.

  And god, she tried. She must have done something right, because he moaned at her, and pressed the tip of his cock against her opening.

  Not forcing his way inside, but just pressing against her.

  Anticipation brought goosebumps out over her skin.

  But then he drew away again, and slid against her clit.

  And Lars’s dick was there instead, his fingers massaging her folds as he opened her.

  Oh, holy hell, this was too much. She gasped, wriggling furiously, wanting one of them to fuck her so they could end this beatific misery they were enforcing upon her.

  Hands touched her breasts. Her eyes fluttered open, landing on Bailey. He stood behind her, kneeling on the floor, but his hands sliding over her chest so he could cup her breasts.

  She wanted to tell them to fuck her, but did she really want another one of those slaps? Her ass still burnt where Finn’s palm had landed.

  The feeling hadn’t been unpleasant, but she wasn’t sure if she liked it yet either.

  As if reading her mind, Lars slid a hand down her thigh, and massaged her ass. Not the side that Finn had slapped, thankfully.

  Finn broke off his kiss, and gripped the front of her throat. The shock of it popped her eyes open, and she stared straight at him as Lars slapped her and forced the tip of his dick inside her.

  Finn’s eyes gleamed with lust, his lips parting as he let out a long, warm breath.

  She yelped at the sudden pain, but it disappeared an instant.

  “Start counting, Princess,” Lars murmured into her ear.

  “What?”

  “That was one. Nine to go. Start counting.”

  “I don’t want—”

  “So, you’re back to ten?” Lars said in a tight voice, as he drew out of her. “We’re going to be here all night at this rate.”

  “Okay, okay!” She squirmed, desperate to reach Lars’s cock through the tangle of limbs. She touched him, but he drew back before she could get a grip. “I’ll count. Please, just please…” but she didn’t finish her sentence, in case they added more slaps to her punishment.

  “Ready?” Finn asked. He bucked his hips and slid his cock against her clit again.

  She gave an unsteady nod, urgently attempting to keep her eyes open so she could watch his face.

  Lars slapped her hard. His dick went an inch inside her.

  “Two,” she called out in a strangled voice.

  “Good,” Finn murmured. He found both her hands and guided them around his dick, shifting a little higher on the bed so he wasn’t sliding against her clit anymore.

  Another slap. Another glorious inch.

  “Three.”

  Finn’s face contorted with pleasure as she stroked his dick. Lars nuzzled the back of her neck, sending goosebumps over her skin.

  Bailey moved away, and for a moment she wondered where he was going.

  But then Finn moved into a crouch beside her head, and a warm tongue lapped against her clit.

  She let out a hoarse cry, her body jerking at that unexpected touch.

  Lars slapped her. Went deeper inside her. Somehow, some-fucking-how, she remembered to call out, “Four.”

  But, oh god, she was so close again. Finn’s cock was inches from her face, the man a towering statue of muscle and erotic bliss as she stroked him. Their eyes locked, and his jaw bunched as if that contact was hotter than anything else he had to look at.

  Like Bailey going down on her while Lars fucked her from behind.

  She shuddered, her body overwhelmed by the multitudinous signals shooting through every nerve center.

  The fifth slap she hardly felt; Lars thrust all the way inside her, and her count was a breathless, “Five.”

  Bailey sucked and licked her clit so hard, she was seeing stars again.

  Lars pulled out, and slapped her sex. A jolt of searing heat flashed through her. She let out an open-mouthed gasp, and Finn caught a hold of her chin, using his thumb to keep open her mouth.

  “We’re going to have to change positions if you want her to suck you off,” Lars said.

  He barely sounded out of breath. In fact, he could have been providing commentary on a golfing tournament.

  Bailey murmured a protest when Lars pulled her away from his mouth. She wanted to protest too, but she knew she couldn’t survive more punishment.

  In a second, she was sitting back on her heels. The three men watched her for a second, as if waiting for her to collapse.

  It surprised her that she didn’t. Shocked, even.

  Then Lars grabbed Bailey’s wrist and pulled him onto the bed. Cora watched, breathing hard.

  What the hell was Lars doing?

  Bailey looked just as uncertain, until Lars eased him onto his back. “You got skills,” Lars said. “Make use of them.”

  Bailey began to sit up, but Lars pushed him down again. Then he grabbed Cora’s hips and made her straddle Bailey’s chest.

  Her cheeks flushed crimson. Holy fuck, this was too much. Couldn’t they at least turn off the lights? But Bailey’s eyes were on her, and she had zero time to protest before she felt Lars’s warm body press up against her back.

  He was straddling Bailey too, but Bailey either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

  “Easy now…” Lars murmured, grabbing her thighs and inching them wider. “Let me show you how to ride someone’s face.”

  Her body trembled at Lars’s touch. The way he guided her onto Bailey’s waiting mouth. He took her hips in his hands, and gently rocked her back and forth.

  A pulse of pleasure tore a deep throated moan from her lips.

  “There you go,” Lars said.

  Bailey slid his hands out from under her and grabbed the inside of her thighs as she rocked faster against his mouth.

  But no, that wasn’t good enough for her men. They all had to be involved; Lars wanted to fuck her while she rode Bailey. With Bailey concentrating on her clit, Lars stroked her folds, lubricating her.

  She fell forward with a cry as Lars thrust into her. Her arms wobbled, her muscles too weak to support her.

  Strong arms caught her.

  Lifted her up.

  Finn. He sat on his heels opposite her, less than a foot away from Bailey’s head. He moved close, until his knees were touching hers.

  Lars thrust into her again, sending her sprawling against Finn’s chest.

  He held her steady, arms tight around her back.

  Which held her in perfect position for Bailey.

  She could no longer rock, no longer apply as much or as little pressure as she wanted to her clit.

  And they must have known it, because they kept teasing her. The tip of Bailey’s tongue describing circles around her clit. Lars’s cock thrusting hard, filling her for an unbearably long second before he pulled out.

  Again, and again.

  While Finn crushed her to him so hard she feel the pounding of his heart.

  Her fingers brushed against Finn’s cock, and she caressed him again.

  Fuck, how she wanted him inside her.

  Her pants became gasps as Lars picked up speed. Bailey’s tongue began applying more pressure. And Finn grabbed a fistful of her hair and kissed her like it was the last chance he’d ever get.

  Never in his life could he have imagined something this glorious. The feel of Cora’s trembling body against him—slick with sweat—made the urge to fuck her until she screamed his name unbearable.

  He could wait, of course. But the longer he waited, the more furious his beast became. It howled and whined as it paced frenetically in his mind.

  Wanting.

  Lusting.

  Ready to devour.

  The sound she made when he tugged her head back for a kiss made his cock throb with a delicious wave of near agony.


  Her small, soft hands did a terrible job placating his dick. But he’d make up for that when he fucked her.

  Soon.

  It would be worth it, if he could hold out.

  He jerked her away from him so he could watch her pleasure. His eyes slid down her body. Her perky tits bounced as Lars slammed into her. The man’s hair was in his face, an animal snarl on his mouth as if he, too, couldn’t bear his own suffering.

  One of his arms was behind his back. Finn craned. Lars had Bailey’s dick in his hand.

  The man apparently didn’t mind. Then again, it would have been impossible for him to say anything with Cora’s clit glued to his mouth.

  His tongue lapped her in time with Lars’s thrusts as they sped up. Finn grabbed one of Cora’s breasts, squeezing her hard as he relaxed the grip on her hair.

  Her head fell forward, mouth open as she gasped.

  “I’m so close,” she whispered, but her voice was so soft he doubted if anyone else had heard.

  He’d heard.

  “Look at me,” he commanded.

  Her fluttering eyes gradually opened.

  He grabbed the front of her throat and squeezed, rewarded by a delicious moan. His other hand went around her hip, fingers trailing over the curve of her ass.

  He found the base of Lars’s cock, gripped it.

  Lars let out a furious, “Jesus fucking Christ,” and stopped fucking her.

  Cora whimpered, but she didn’t close her eyes.

  He shoved Lars’s cock inside her, and she gasped, her mouth turning into a perfect ‘o’ of blissful shock.

  “This hard enough for you?” he asked, squeezing her throat again.

  “No,” she murmured with a husky voice. She shuddered, and Finn glanced down. Bailey moaned—perhaps because he was close to coming again with Lars jerking him off—but he’d begun sucking at Cora’s clit.

  Finn forced Lars’s cock into her again, even harder. His fist connected with her pelvis, and he felt a shudder tear through her at the impact.

  “Now?” his voice had transformed into a sinister hiss.

  It sounded unnervingly like the voice of his beast.

  “No!” she yelped, and her eyes brimmed. “Please.”

  Her entire body quivered, seconds away from climaxing.

  “Then you’d better fuck her harder, Lars.” He grabbed Cora’s hips, holding her steady.

  Both Lars’s hands grabbed her shoulders.

  They’d pinned Cora between them, Bailey working her clit as Lars prepared to fuck her over the cliff of her orgasm.

  She screamed when she came. But it was a breathless, bewildered sound. Her nails tore at his skin as she tried to writhe, tried to force Bailey harder against her clit.

  He wouldn’t let her. Together, he and Lars kept her perfectly poised.

  Lars came with a loud groan, his hand sliding past Cora to grip Finn’s dick. Finn grunted, thrusting into the man’s fist as Lars let out a frantic, “Oh sweet Jesus,” and pounded one last time into Cora.

  She was still riding her orgasm, oblivious to entire world.

  Until Finn ran a hand down Bailey’s face, urging him to stop.

  Bailey scrambled out from under Cora, wiping his mouth and looking as if he was just coming down from a three day mescaline high.

  Lars backed up to the bed’s headboard, drawing Cora with him. He sat back against the headboard and pulled Cora’ into his lap.

  She looked comatose. Her limbs clumsy, her eyes heavy lidded and fluttering. Her head fell back onto Lars’s shoulder, and Finn crawled closer.

  He grabbed her chin, and ran his thumb over her parted lips. “Still with us, baby girl?”

  Cora’s eyes opened. Her eyes glowed gold, and for a moment she just stared at him. Then she bobbed her head, and her eyes fell closed again.

  Lars lifted his knees, Cora’s legs trapped behind them.

  And he held her open as Finn crawled closer, dipped his head, and slid his cock inside her.

  Lars was already hard again, but he kept his dick down with a hand, slowly stroking himself as Finn shuffled even closer.

  His first thrust woke Cora with a tiny gasp.

  The bed shifted under them as Bailey climbed back on. His boxers were back on, as if to say his dick was on hiatus for the moment.

  Which was fine, because he and Lars had more than enough dick to go around.

  Cora fumbled until she found a grip on Finn’s shoulders. Her nails went into his skin again, as if it was the only way she could keep purchase on his sweat-slick skin.

  He wouldn’t be surprised; she was so wet he was in danger of injuring himself if he slipped on his way in.

  So he took it slow, but hard. A rhythm that seemed to wreck Cora.

  Her sounds became weak and pitiful, like an injured animal.

  And his beast responded to that like any predator would; its bloodlust took over.

  He leaned into his next thrust. Even Lars moaned, and he realized Bailey had a hold of Lars’s dick.

  Repaying the favor.

  With his hands free, Lars fingers worked feather-light strokes over Cora’s nub of a clit.

  Finn brushed his lips over hers, and she jerked in response. Her lips quivered, and then she kissed him back. But her kiss was soon too breathless, and he knew he had to give her air.

  Her final climax would be the most spectacular. And he wanted her to scream.

  In pain.

  In pleasure.

  His beast slathered at the thought, and he fucked her harder.

  “Jesus, you’re going to break her,” Lars said, but with a note of satisfaction to his voice.

  Break her.

  He wasn’t sure if it his voice or his beast’s.

  He wanted to kiss her, had to kiss her, but she was panting and oblivious.

  Lars leaned his head out, and caught Finn’s mouth with his. Tremors shot through Finn as their kiss deepened. It had been so long since he’d kissed Lars this hard, this intensely.

  It had always been an odd sensation—pleasure bordering on strangeness—that he wasn’t sure if he enjoyed it.

  But now, there were no weird thoughts chasing through his head. His beast made their kiss even harder, as if trying to overpower Lars.

  And Lars kissed him back just as ferociously. A hand found the back of his head, and Lars became as breathless as Cora.

  His balls went tight. He broke off their kiss, ducking down to catch Cora’s neck with his teeth. It barely muffled his violent, “Ah!” as he slammed into her.

  She mewled at him, and he bit down on her skin, sucking hard so he wouldn’t bite and open a vein.

  He could feel Lars convulsing under him, and a warm splash of cum on his leg as the man came.

  When he pounded into Cora a last time, she woke up under him. The nails on his shoulders scraped burning lines into his skin as she yelled out his name. Her pussy closed around his dick, holding him inside as her body spasmed under him.

  Her cry transformed into a stuttering gasp.

  “Fuck, yes,” Finn murmured, thrusting deeper into her. “Come for me.”

  She wailed, her hips bucking again, and he kissed her chin, her cheek, grazed his teeth over her collarbone.

  “Oh, fuck,” she whispered, and her legs closed around his waist like a visor. His dick was softening, but he pounded his hips against her one last time, hoping to send a shock wave through her.

  She clung to him, her body trembling.

  A second later, she started sobbing.

  But as soon as Lars and Bailey encircled them, her crying became soft and unsteady.

  “Oh my god,” Cora whispered in a broken voice as she trembled in their arms. “Oh my fucking god.”

  13

  A cocaine fountain

  It was the first time Lars had seen Finn with a full plate of food. It wasn’t that the guy starved himself, but he seemed to eat more like a bird than a lion — a little bit here, a little bit there. But today, a lion could have
lived a week on the amount of meat Finn had heaped on his plate.

  Bailey wasn’t shy about dishing up either. In fact, it seemed they’d all woken up with roaring appetites.

  Enough with the lion anecdotes.

  Lars shuddered, trying to suppress a vivid flashback of when he’d been overseeing crating up the lion yesterday.

  Apparently, lions were picky eaters. Somehow, the lion had scalped Gabriella, eating everything except her magnificent mane of black hair.

  Again with the euphemisms.

  Ana joined them a few minutes after they’d sat down, and prattled with Cora about the party later that night.

  There had been no time after their session last night to discuss anything.

  Cora’s bed wasn’t big enough for the four of them, but Finn had volunteered first watch, so Lars had spooned with Cora for a few hours at least.

  He didn’t feel as rested as he should — not with the shit storm he was anticipating tonight — but he’d try and catch a nap a little later.

  A serving girl came past with coffee, and Cora caught her by the sleeve, sending her off with what appeared to be an urgent message for someone.

  Lars studied her as he chewed a mouthful of crispy bacon.

  She was really settling into this whole capo thing.

  The whole princess thing, too.

  God, he could use vignettes of last night as jerking off material for the next three months, easy.

  “Okay, wait,” Cora said, holding up a hand to cut Ana off. She turned them — for some reason, they’d sat along the same side of the table, first Finn, then him, then Bailey. “Ana’s found the most amazing place to host the party.”

  Ana turned a radiant smile in their direction.

  “You’re going to love it,” she began in an enthusiastically high octave.

  “Doubt it,” Finn muttered beside him.

  Since when had Papa Bear developed a sense of humor? Lars glanced askance at him, but returned to his plate a second later.

  He was going to need a second helping; Cora’d wiped him out last night.

  “It’s an abandoned hotel a few miles off the interstate,” Ana said. “It’s hauntingly beautiful—I saw pictures online.”