Takedown: An Enemies to Lovers Dark Romance

by Lana Hartley

  My body sways back and forth as I thrust back against Malcolm’s mouth, and at the same time, bob my head up and down over William’s cock. With both men at my disposal, I simply close my eyes and let desire wash all over me. Then, Malcolm decides to turn it up a notch; with his hands still spreading my ass cheeks, he lets his tongue slide upward from my folds to my ass crack. He moves it until it's right above my asshole, and then he presses down on it. I feel a violent shiver going up my spine as he rests his mouth against my ass, licking as eagerly as if he were still focused on my pussy.

  “God...” I moan, taking William’s cock out of my mouth as pleasure turns into sound inside my throat. I keep stroking him, though, my hand never stopping its pendulum motion over his shaft. Gritting my teeth, I feel that ravenous need for pleasure growing inside of me with each stroke of Malcolm’s tongue against my ass; the moment he pulls out, coming up for air, I let that need fuel me and I move as fast as I can. I turn around on the couch, still on all fours, but this time with my ass facing William.

  I lock eyes with Malcolm, my wetness dripping down his chin. We exchange a devilish smile as I hear William kicking off his shoes and taking off his clothes, and then I start swaying my ass from side to side, as an invitation.

  “My turn,” I hear William groan from behind me, his fingers hooked on my hips as he pulls my ass into him. I bite my bottom lip as he presses his glans against my pussy lips, slowly feeding his thick shaft into me. My eyes roll in their orbits, William’s cock stretching me on the way in, as instead of quenching my thirst for pleasure, it only makes it grow even more.

  Breathing hard, I still manage to grab Malcolm’s hand, and I guide him toward his own cock. Never taking his eyes off of me, he wraps his fingers around his shaft.

  “Your turn as well, Malcolm...” I purr. “I want to see you stroking yourself while William fucks me.” That’s all he needed to hear; as if my words were a command, he starts to move his hand, stroking himself at a growing pace.

  I keep my eyes on Malcolm as my body starts to sway, William’s cock sheathed to the hilt in me. In a matter of seconds, he starts to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy in a vicious crescendo. My eyelids droop by instinct, the sound of his thighs slapping my ass claiming all of my attention.

  “Harder...” I find myself saying, the sound of my voice sounding foreign to my own ears. “Fuck me as hard as you can,” I pant, thrusting back at William. I’m not sure if he even listened to me, but he does exactly what I wanted him to; he starts to fuck me with all the coiled wildness he hid inside of him, his cock pounding me furiously.

  “You sure like it rough,” William says, and even though I can’t see him, the sound of his voice tells me all about the wicked grin he has on his lips. Then, still thrusting, he raises one hand and smacks my ass cheeks as hard as he can. I let out a loud moan, the impact of his fingers on my flesh sending a high voltage current all the way up to my brain. He does it again and again, enough strength to his smacks to leave a mark, and I can’t help but let the sound of quivering moans climb up my raw throat.

  Soon, his thrusts unleash the furious tide of pleasure upon my body, and I feel my muscles coiling. I curse under my breath, my eyeballs feeling as if they were on fire, and then I come with a shrill cry of pleasure.

  My hands are on Malcolm’s leg as he strokes himself, and I bury my fingernails in his skin, hissing through my gritted teeth all the way. As I come, the surge of climax raging through me, I hear Malcolm’s breathing becoming harder, as if seeing me come was as pleasurable to him as fucking me. I force my eyelids open just so that I can look at him, like I expected, his eyes are wide and focused on me, taking in the scene as if he were in front of the most beautifully lewd painting in the world.

  As William slides his cock out of me, I tremble slightly, my skin prickling as the waves of pleasure recede. Exhausted, I roll my body to the side and sit up on the couch, throwing my head back against the headrest and taking a deep breath. With my eyes closed, I let sin take over my mind. I've already let William and Malcolm take their turns with me...Maybe it’s my turn now. Call me greedy, but why settle for taking turns when you can have it all at the same time?

  “You’ve had your fun,” I purr, fully knowing that I’ve been having way more fun than them. This is why being a woman is so wickedly good—no limits to how many times you can come and keep going. “Now it’s time for all of us to have fun.”

  Even though my muscles are complaining and I’m still breathing hard, I go up to my feet and turn on my feels. Facing the men who I’ve come to deeply care for, I present them with an expression of unbridled lust. They return my gaze, lust also flickering in their eyes.

  “Who wants this?” I ask in a low tone, sliding one hand down my stomach and brushing one finger over my drenched folds. “And who wants this?” I continue, taking my other hand and using it to squeeze hard on my ass cheeks.

  “You’re going to drive us fucking crazy,” William responds, going up to his feet as his lips curl into a grin.

  “That’s the idea,” I tell him, a shiver going up my spine as he goes behind me, his hands resting on my waist. He pushes me forward, Malcolm reaching for my hand at the same time; I sit on Malcolm’s lap, and he allows his cock to slide immediately inside of my pussy.

  I lean forward then, feeling William’s hands parting my ass cheeks. He crouches slightly and, grabbing his cock, presses its tip against my asshole. God, I can’t believe that I’m about to be fucked by two guys...And not just two guys, I’m talking about William and Malcolm. It seems that even the wickedest fantasies can come true.

  Straddling Malcolm, his cock deep inside of my pussy, I lean forward and rest my head against his shoulder. My eyes are closed shut, and I take a deep breath to relax my body as I feel William pushing his cock inside of my ass. I feel the head of his cock sliding in, and I whimper as he allows his shaft to follow after it. Once he’s buried deep in me, I take another deep breath, allowing it all to sink in; right now, two of the biggest cocks I've ever came across are inside of me. And the men to whom they belong are more than eager to ravage me completely.

  William takes the lead and starts sliding in and out of me, moving his hips at a careful but anxious pace. When his pace starts to pick up, Malcolm starts moving his hips as well, thrusting upward and ramming his cock into me.

  “Fuck,” I mutter, their cocks stretching me wide and unleashing the violent flames of hell inside of my body. I feel their burn under my skin, my mind turning to ashes as the scorching heat of pleasure consumes it. Their thrusts start to grow wild and fierce, their intensity almost too much for me to bear; my lungs are working hard and I can’t help but dig my fingernails deep into Malcolm’s shoulders. “Oh, fuck, fuck,” I repeat as loud as I can, the sound of my voice drowned by the sound their thighs make when slapping my own body.

  Time becomes a meaningless construct; aside from their cocks, nothing else exists. Their thrusts become fast and relentless, the thickness of their members lashing out at my nerve endings. My pussy's inner lips are wrapped tight around Malcolm’s cock, but my ass is choking out William’s, and even though I should be way too tight for guys like them, they still manage to fuck me in a way I never even knew to be possible.

  “I want...” I start, trying to get the words out between breaths. “I want you to...Fuck me hard...And I want you to cum all over me.” I finally manage to say, my words making my heart tighten up inside my chest. Somehow, I know that my next orgasm will rip me apart. I can already feel it building inside of me, that threatening pressure pushing against my nerve endings and choking them out with pleasure. And I feel it in my mind too, like sharp blades of insanity that carve themselves deep into my brain.

  I don’t even know when I started doing it, but I’m screaming now. My out-of-control voice fills the whole room, and I feel tears of ecstasy streaming down my face.

  “Don’t...” Don’t stop—that’s what I want to say. But the words get lost along
the way, my whole body hijacked by a nuclear detonation. Somewhere inside of me, something goes off, a shockwave of pleasure spreading under my skin like wildfire. My pussy clenches around Malcolm’s cock, and I even feel my ass tightening around William’s. Tensing up as if my muscles were turning into concrete, I finally let myself be overtaken by climax; screaming as loud as I can, my throat burning with pain, I come as hard as I have ever came.

  My whole body is trembling, a feverish state of delight taking over my limbs. I flail them from side to side, momentarily losing all control. And still they keep thrusting, their cocks moving in and out of me at that maddening pace. My body is burning, and they’re fanning the flames.

  Then, I feel their cocks spasming inside of me—just tenuous twitches of anticipation—and I push through the effort to speak. “Come...all...over me...” I repeat, my voice quivering.

  William pulls his cock out of my ass and I roll to the side at once, making Malcolm’s shaft pop out of me. Sitting down on the couch, I’m still trembling as I open my eyes just in time to see Malcolm going up to his feet, both men towering over me with their cocks in their hands. Could there be a sight any more perfect than this? If you’re wondering, the answer is no. “Come for me!” I repeat, urging them on as they start to stroke themselves, their hungry eyes devouring the sight of my naked and spent body.

  I can’t help but moan as the first ropes of cum fly out from their cocks and onto me. Their cum hits me straight across the chest, white splatters of it cover both of my tits as I squeeze them. I run my fingers over the curve of my breasts, the palm of my hands brushing against my cum-coated nipples, and while I do it, they keep on gushing their load all over me.

  Slightly sliding down on the couch, I position myself so that their cum gushes straight onto my face. I open my mouth, taking as much of it as I can over my tongue, and when I’m brimming with cum I simply swallow, their salty flavor going down my throat as a memento of their desire. The warmness of their juices covering my skin, I keep on rubbing my hands all over my body, smearing myself with their load. It drips down my face, tits, and stomach, and it goes all the way down to between my thighs, covering my already drenched pussy in thick strands. I never take my eyes off of them, too entranced by them to even blink.

  “Fuck, you look beautiful,” William says with a smirk; the spasms of his cock dying out against his fingers.

  “She does,” Malcolm agrees, his last drops of cum dripping down from the tip of his cock to his closed fist.

  “And I taste even better,” I respond, licking the cum off of my lips, my tongue moving in a slow and lewd way. Parting my legs wide, I invite them in, and they go down on their knees at once. As if they shared the same mind, they both lean into me at the same time, their ravenous mouths going straight for my drenched pussy. I lie back against the couch and close my eyes, surrendering to the way they flick their tongues at my folds, scooping the ropes of cum that have dripped down to my pussy.

  Sighing heavily, I reach for them and place my hands on their heads. I run my fingers through their hair as I sway my hips slowly, rubbing my pussy against their faces. They only stop when they've licked me dry, and when I look down at them I see both of their mouths brimming with cum. Placing my fingers under their chins, I pull them up into me as my lips curl into a grin. They come willingly, sitting by my side and leaning into me at once.

  Our mouths touch at the same time, and we open them immediately. In an instant, they use their tongues to push the cum they hold inside their mouths into mine, and I take it all in hungrily. We kiss in a blind frenzy, cum dripping down our chins as we swap it from mouth to mouth; our tongues lapping against one another amidst the wet mess.

  “You were right, Snow,” Malcolm says, his lips glistening as he pulls back.

  “Of course I was, we needed to get all our tensions out of our systems.”

  “Fuck yes,” William groans, his smile telling me just how emphatic those words are.

  I can practically purr with contentment right now. Of course I’m right? How could something so perfectly filthy be wrong?

  Derek

  “Mr. Stone, we assure you, the Princess isn’t backing down from this fight. She’s in this to the bitter end,” I say into the phone, tightening my fingers around it. If I screw this up there’s not many more people we can turn to. Gladrell left us in a mess of a situation, and now it’s vital we secure the support of someone willing to finance the rebellion.

  “This isn’t easy,” the man on the other side of the line, Andrew Stone, responds. “The Queen’s men aren’t making it easy to move money around. And I need some assurances you are who you say,” he continues, and Nicholas just offers me a nod. He’s sitting across from me, listening in to my conversation, and his expression reflects the worry that I’m feeling right now.

  “It’s dangerous but we...” I take a deep breath, mustering the courage to tell him what we can do. “We can set up a meeting with the Princess. We’ll send word once we’re ready.”

  “I’ll be waiting,” he replies, finishing the call. When his voice is replaced by the steady tone of the line, Nicholas gives me two thumbs up.

  “The line was secure,” he tells me with a confident smile. “And it seems that Mr. Stone is willing to go through with this.”

  “Yeah, but I don’t like the fact that we’ll have to put Snow at risk. Taking her out of here, at a time like this...it’s too risky.”

  “It is,” he agrees. “But it’s a risk we’ll have to take. If we just sit on our asses, soon enough it’ll be too late. We gotta move fast, or else there’s going to be a civil war.”

  “I know, I know...” I sigh, closing my eyes for a second. Andrew Stone is one of the wealthiest men in the country, and with his money backing us up...well, it definitely makes things easier. More than that, he’s a personal friend of the King, and he was one of the first men to publicly raise his voice against Moira’s coup. Lucky for us, he figured out pretty quickly that he needed to keep his mouth shut, or else he’d be rotting in a cell right now.

  “Well, we gotta tell her. It’s her call,” Nicholas insists, and I open my eyes and look back at him. With a nod, I go up to my feet.

  “Let’s do it then,” I say, marching out of the communications room, a knot in my throat. With Nicholas trailing after me, we hurry down the maze of corridors, making our way toward Snow’s chambers. Once there, I stop in front of the massive metal double doors, thick enough to protect anyone inside from the blast of an explosion, and press the button on the intercom.

  “Yes?” Comes her voice, and I feel a shiver go up my spine. Jesus, even her voice sounds like perfection.

  “We need to talk to you, Snow,” I tell her, my finger still on the intercom. A second later, I hear the giant locks inside the door rattling, and the doors slide open. Stepping inside her chambers with Nicholas behind me, I feel my heart starting to race as I see her; she’s wearing a nightgown, one that hugs her perfect curves so perfectly that my cock starts hardening.

  “Did something happen?” she asks us, moving toward us. Pressing a button on the wall, next to her bed, she forces the doors to start closing behind Nicholas and I. As I hear them turn on their hinges, I have to use all of my mental strength to stop my cock from ripping a hole in my pants.

  “We managed to contact Andrew Stone,” Nicholas tells her, and I’m glad that he's taking the lead right now. My cock is stealing all blood flow from my brain, and I doubt I’d be able to put together a coherent sentence.

  “I’ve heard of him,” she nods, a lock of her silky hair falling from her ear. “He’s always been a good friend of my father.”

  “Well, he’s willing to finance us,” I finally manage to say, my heart racing at a thousand miles per hour. Fuck, why did she have to be wearing that nightgown tonight? “But he wants to meet you first. He wants to be sure of our commitment and—"

  “I’ll do it,” she replies, cutting me short. Beautiful as ever, the expression on her face is
one of determination. For a girl raised inside the walls of the palace, she’s becoming someone as brave as the seven of us.

  “It’s going to be dangerous, Snow, and—" Nicholas insists, but she just shakes her head.

  “I know. But I’ll have you by my side,” she smiles. “Besides, I don’t want Gladrell to be the reason we fail at this.”

  “Yeah, Gladrell,” I sigh, reaching for the pocket inside my jacket. I take a folded envelope from the inside and push it into Snow’s hands. “We’ve been going through all of the communications going in and out of the palace, and we caught an email from Gladrell. Apparently, he was the one who convinced Moira to move against your father.”

  “But if he was in this from the start...” she whispers, clutching the envelope against her chest. “Why would he help me escape the palace?”

  “He wanted to keep you as a bargaining chip, in case Moira backstabbed him,” I tell her. “We didn’t let that happen,” I continue, taking one step toward her and smiling. Unable to help myself, I raise my hand and brush away that lock of hair, tucking it over her ear.

  “No, you didn’t,” she whispers, looking from me to Nicholas. “And I’d be lost without you...”

  “No...” Nicholas breathes out, closing in on her. “We’d be the ones lost without you.”

  “But we’re not lost anymore, are we?” she replies, lowering her voice into a seductive breeze. Grabbing us by our shirts, she then goes on tiptoes and brushes her lips against Nicholas’. Turning to me, she kisses me softly and then smiles. “We’ve found each other...and now I want to do all the things I was never supposed to.”

  What can I do? You can’t disobey an order coming straight from the fairest of them all.