Page 79 of Darkness of Mine

“Eyes on me.”

I wet my lips. “Yes, Sir.”

His pupils dilate, black obliterating the brown, and then he’s thrusting inside of me.

I choke at the intrusion, my head hitting the wall. I’m so fucking wet he slides all the way into the hilt on his first stroke and with the state I’m in that’s all it takes for me to come apart.

My mouth opens on a silent scream as my core convulses around River’s thick length.

“Fucking Christ.” River grits his teeth and holds still, one hand tight around the belt and the other braced on the wall above my shoulder.

My climax fades and I slump against the wall as best I can with my shoulders locked under Eli and Oz’s grasp.

River tugs on the belt and my eyes flicker open. “Don’t give up on me now, darling. We’re just getting started.” That’s all the warning I get before River does what I asked and fucks me like he owns me.

I am nothing but flesh and bones, a body for him to use how he pleases, and the freedom in that is earth-shattering.

I revel in the feeling of him thrusting in and out of me. Then he presses the vibrator against my clit. My eyes flick open. “No.”

River presses harder. “Yes.”

He holds the toy in place until I’m gasping for breath and shifting my hips against each thrust.

“River. I can’t, it’s too much.”

“Hush now. I own you, remember? I get to decide how much this cunt of mine can take.” The vibrations are too strong but River refuses to let up, rolling the egg in devastating circles until I’m screaming his name as his cock jerks inside of me.

His forehead rests against mine, both of us out of breath in ecstasy. “That’s my good girl.” River stamps a kiss to my lips before he pulls out, his seed running down my inner thighs. “Where do you want her, Oz?”

“On the desk.”

Jude’s already cleared a space so he could sit and watch. He stands up as Oz and Eli let go and River carries me over to the desk.

I lie back on the wood and turn my head to watch Oz pick up my discarded panties. He lets them hang off one finger, his hooded gaze clashing with mine. “These are soaked through, Mo Leannan.”

He walks over to me and takes off my shirt so he can trail my wet panties over my chest. “Such a mess.”

“All for you,” I breathe out.

Oz goes still, he takes his eyes off my chest and looks at me in awe. “Jude, take her mouth.” He winks at me. “It’s too dangerous to be left empty, don’t you think?”

With that, he shifts me so my core is lined up with the edge of the desk and he’s standing between my legs.

Jude comes up behind me, tilting my head back. His bad arm is still in a sling so he has to let go as he guides his cock, with its silver piercing, into my mouth. But once my lips are stretched around him he grabs hold of the belt around my neck.

Oz, meanwhile, drags the head of his cock through my folds. “Your cunt is dripping for me, Mo Leannan.”

I moan around Jude’s width and Oz slides into me. The two of them find a rhythm with ease, pumping in and out of me like we were made to fit together. They take me slow but firm, making me feel every stroke as Oz buries himself deep and Jude hits my throat.

I come two more times before they’re done and my eyes are drifting closed as they pull out.

Eli’s hand on my cheek keeps me awake and I press my face into his palm as he bends over. “My turn,” he whispers in my ear.

My chest arches a little as he enters me with a powerful thrust but at this point I can barely move.

Eli traces patterns on my chest with the loose end of the belt.

I flinch, waking up slightly when he whips the tip of the leather against my breast.