Page 124 of Darkness of Mine

I swallow him down, drinking in his dark, musky taste and getting high off it. Off the effect I have on him.

His thighs tense under my fingers, his head tilting back as he comes down my throat. The veins in his neck stand in sharp relief like a Michelangelo statue. The sight is beautiful.Heis beautiful.

He picks me up off the floor and kisses me hard, not caring that the taste of him is still on my tongue.

I am fully floating, completely and utterly enrapt by these men and their stubborn love. I know now, with a certainty that strengthens my bones, that they won’t ever let me fade away.

Eli is right, my sister may be gone but I’m still here, and she would want me to live. I’m not sure I’ll ever fully forgive myself for failing to save her, but I can honor the sacrifice she made.

As if sensing my thoughts running away, River comes up beside us and wraps my hair around his fist. He uses his hold to angle my head to face him. “On the bed, darling. It’s my turn.”

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RIVER

Freya’s cheeks flush deeper at my words.

Her skin glistens under the golden light, the slight sheen making her pale complexion glimmer. She looks tired, stunning, and so very well used. My focus though, is on her eyes. Those cloudy green irises, that have been dull and dead since that day in the clearing, are shining bright. Life streams out of her and the dual claws of fear and concern unhook from my ribcage.

I knew we had to do something, had to stop her from getting too lost in her grief but a small part of me was terrified this would backfire. I should have known Freya could take it, should have trusted that she is the other half of me. Of us. Our perfect fit.

“I believe, my darling,” I murmur, dragging my thumb over her cock-swollen lips, “I gave you an order.”

A smile teases her mouth. She crawls onto the bed, deliberately provoking me with the sway of her hips. The red lines from my whip have satisfaction humming deep inside me and she lies down on her back all too soon.

My cock fights against the constrains of my pants. It’s impatient as fuck but I want to take my time with her. Remindher that I’m the one in control here. That when the voices in her head get too loud all she has to do is listen tome.

I nod at Oz and Jude, and they take hold of Freya’s arms, pinning her down once more.

I pick up the Cat-O-Nine tails and walk around the bed. Goosebumps break out across her skin as I trail the soft strands over her breasts and stomach.

“River, please,” she begs.

“Please what?”

“I want you.” Needy, desperate eyes gaze up at me.

I come to a stop at the foot of the bed and place one knee on the mattress. I flip the whip in my hand, wrapping my fingers around the base as I bring the cylindrical, ridged handle to her cunt.

Being throat fucked by Eli got her worked up. Juices coat her pussy and thighs. The handle slides in with ease, but the ridges along the edges have Freya’s eyes rolling back in her head. I work the whip between her legs, slowly pumping it in and out of her tight cunt.

Her back arches, only Oz and Jude’s hold keeping her down.

I twist the handle, the nine tails of the whip swishing against her inner thighs.

“River…” she moans.

The corner of my lips tilts up. “Use your words, darling. I want to hear you beg for me.”

“Please, River,” she says again.

“Please what?”

She knocks her head against the pillow and groans in frustration. “Please stop fucking me with the damn whip and give me your cock.”

I halt my movements and raise a single, disapproving brow. “Feeling bratty, are we?”

Freya grimaces while Jude tries to smother his laugh.