Page 15 of Deviant Secrets

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CHLOE

T hey had stretched me in more ways than one tonight and all I could do was get lost in this brutal bliss of pleasure. Lux and King were right. Everything I had endured tonight led to this moment–all of us as one–and I didn’t want it to end.

King grabbed my hair and licked along my jawline, whispering lowly in my ear, “I love how your pussy stretches for us. Never be ashamed of that. Your body wants what it wants.”

I smiled, glancing down at Lux. His chest was painted red from my sweaty hands and the way our bodies mashed together. Pieces of wax shifted evenly with each breath he took. His eyes were closed, head tilted toward the ceiling.

King’s hand trailed down my back and rested lightly between my shoulder blades before he pushed me down slightly. My cheek rested against Lux’s racing chest and I smiled. My pussy clenching and pulsing at the intense pleasure the position gave me. Allowing me to grind harder into Lux’s thumb. I placed light, sensual kisses over his freckled chest and begged for more.

“You’re a goddess, you know that? Taking everything so well tonight,” he grunted.

These guys weren’t afraid to whimper and moan, and I loved it. It turned me on when a man owned his shit, not afraid to spur me on with their encouraging moans.

Rocking against their dicks slowly, I savored the feeling of being so full and filled to the brim. “I’m so full. Oh…my.”

We remained like this, hearing nothing but skin slapping against skin and moans that bounced off the walls of the large bedroom.

“Stop clenching around me, you’re milking my cock, and I don’t want to come too soon.”

The stretching and movements burned, and I was relieved when he pulled out. Lux threaded his fingers through my hair, holding my head hostage against his chest and I heaved, leaning into his soft touch. I felt a pressure at the entrance of my ass and took a deep breath.

“Please, not there. It’ll be too much.” I was already sore from the mechanical pounding I’d received earlier and gritted my teeth as he pushed in further.

“You know what to do if you want us to stop Chloe. Take it like you want to. Now, spread your asscheeks for me. I want to watch that tight hole quiver as you struggle to fit around my cock.”

With shaking fingers, I took a handful of my asscheeks and spread them open for the intrusion. He spat into my hole and wasted no time. Pushing into my ass with brute force, I jolted forward, and the hardened cock inside me throbbed in response.

My mind was silent, completely enamored with how deep these men were inside me. I felt safe, protected even. My mouth moved to Lux’s chest, taking the soft skin into my mouth to prevent me from becoming a moaning mess. Biting down and admiring the teeth marks that were left on his skin. Craving for them to continue claiming my body as theirs in every way.

Lux’s glacier eyes blazed behind his mask, and he bit back a moan, but I could tell he was struggling. His soft, needy moan fell from his lips as my manicured nails dug into his chest, drawing blood that ran in soft trails down his chest.

“Just remember this when you are begging for more like the needy slut you are, days after this experience. You wanted this. You belong to us now, Chloe.”

Both men gripped my hips as they fucked into me hard. My mouth hung open, no longer able to form sentences as both cocks rubbed together through my perineum.

“I think Lux has been a bad boy tonight, don’t you?”

I nodded breathlessly, wondering what he had up his sleeve. King slid his fingers between my lips, parting them slightly before inserting the candle from earlier.

My hands remained in place, trying to keep the candle steady as he lit it. The cool end pressed against my lips, and I smiled at the pained whimper that dripped from Lux each time the hot wax painted a new redness over his chest. It was such a beautiful sight.

Each time I jerked forward, wax spilled over, coating him, but I couldn’t moan. Letting it go would hurt him, or cause a fire, and I wasn’t keen on either.

Lux widened his eyes and looked past me in alarm, and I slowed down, thinking maybe he’d had enough. A grunt escaped him, and my asshole quivered against King’s cock as he spilled deep into my ass.

“What are you doing?” I heard a mask drop to the floor.

“Take off his mask, Chloe. He needs to know what a bad boy he is.”

I bit down on my lip, scared to fulfill the request. Peering down at the eyes that pleaded with me not to remove it, I hesitated. I looked over to the unmasked one first, giving the one under me time to reflect. What I saw caused so many mixed emotions, and I swallowed them down.

Angel Kingston, Center for the Crestview Cardinals. My biological father coached the team and my grandfather owned them.

Lux swallowed, begging with his eyes to leave it alone. With my body still straddled on top, he had nowhere to go. My fingers rested at the base of the mask, and he pleaded softly.

“Chloe don’t.” I slowly peeled the mask off his face with a gasp.

Nicholas Palmer. Right wing for the same team and my ex- fiancé’s younger brother. Sobs wracked my chest in realization, and all I wanted to do was stop and go home.

He’d been fucking and toying with me all night. Hiding beneath a mask like a coward. Anger swelled within me and before I realized it, my hand met his face. His jaw clenched and redness spread across his face from the force of the slap.

“I want off this ride.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

I hate him for betraying me like this. But he didn’t care; he continued to roll his hips against me in long, slow strokes. Digging his nails into my waist.

“You weren’t there.”

“I know. I should have fought harder for you. I ran scared.”

I reeled back, striking him again as he slammed into me. Tears streamed down my face, and my back arched. A mix of hurt and overwhelming pleasure.

“You weren’t there,” I whispered. “You left me alone with them.”

“Hit me again.”

He braced himself for another hit, but I couldn’t do it. It wasn’t his fault, or mine. I couldn’t hate him for escaping. He was only nineteen. Asking him to take me would’ve not only put him in danger but ruined his life.

“I called for you.”

My wet tears dripped onto his face, and my lips hovered just over his, wanting to feel them again. Like in the shower.

“I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere this time.”

A thick hand clamped around my throat, pressing in at the sides as Nick gripped my hips and fucked into me. Dark spots clouded my vision before a rush of air filled my lungs.

“Choke him.” He let go for just a moment so I could take one sharp breath before smothering me again. “Choke him and you get air.”

I clawed at Nick’s chest, leaving deep, bloody lines as I struggled for air. Playing my shaky fingers up his torso I found the base of his neck, and wrapped my hands around it as tight as I could muster in my exhausted state.

My hips began moving, meeting his thrusts as pressure built within me. King’s large hand covered my mouth and nose. My lungs burned, and I couldn’t breathe.

My hands barely fit and I placed gentle pressure, choking him, and his eyes rolled back in pleasure. Pressing in at the sides in order for my own breath to return. His back arched and he gasped. Taking in short, labored breaths, and tried swallowing around my hand.

“Say it again,” I pleaded, fighting against the hand around my neck. I could feel his hot breath gasping and moaning over my mouth.

“I’ll never let you go again, Chloe.”

His fingers dug into the skin on my hips, and he whispered, “You’re going to be a good girl and come all over my cock.” Thrust. “I’m giving you my children.” Thrust. “Not him.” Thrust. “Not anyone.”

His mouth devoured mine, swallowing my screams as my orgasm crashed over me; forced to let go in ecstasy. This one felt heavy and overwhelming.

Once it was over, I lazily rolled off and crashed next to him while Angel went straight for the bathroom. Probably thinking better than to be a part of this conversation.

“You’re so mean,” I breathed.

“You’re the one that ripped my heart out. You made me fall in love with every fucking part of you.”

I rolled onto my side and watched the artery throb against his temple. He finally faced me, his gaze piercing mine and now, I kind of wished he would put the mask back on.

“Morality made you fall in love with me. You treated me like a problem that needed to be fixed.” I replied emotionless. Seeing him again brought back feelings I fought so hard to repress.

For so long, I blamed him for not fighting harder, but the truth is; he’s right. He gave me an out. At the time, I was too scared to start over safely and away from that house. Instead, I chose to become a slave to it.

“What do we do now?”

“Kill him…all of them.” His tone was blunt and emotionless while his jaw ticked. I wouldn’t let him ruin his life. He would never be able to live with the fact that he killed his own brother.

“Please don’t,” I pleaded softly, running my fingers along his cheekbone. “The cops will think I had something to do with it.”

Nobody knew who was there that night and I wanted to keep it that way. He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me closer, and rested his forehead against mine. “He's still your family.”

Stress re-entered my mind, causing me mild panic, but he held me in place, allowing me time to get my mind back on track. To focus on the task at hand.

“Look at me.” Lost in the intensity of his eyes I trained them on his now bloodied chest. He softly placed his fingers under my chin, lifting my gaze back to his.

“I do not give a flying fuck,” he spoke with a fierce stare. “I know what I’m doing. The less you know, the better. Now, you drop it because you don't know a thing. Okay?”

His face never wavered; he was serious. His smirk contagious. Maybe, in time, we could go back to the way things used to be. If he was willing to go after those who hurt me, I owed him that.

“Okay.”

His thumb played at my bottom lip as he leaned in close for a gentle kiss. “I want to make things right.”

Running my hand along his cheek and over his stubble, I breathed deep, a worried expression painted over my calming features. “One condition…you come back to me this time. Deal?”

The smile slowly spread across the face and a “finally” sounded from the bathroom.

“Every goal I've had with that team has been yours, and yours only.” That was his silent promise to me, and it was enough to pick up where we left off.

“He was jealous, you know. I think he saw something before we did.” He pulled the blanket over us with a laugh and a short time later Angel slid in behind me, resting after the eventful night.

Nicholas

Over time, she had fallen asleep in my arms, and I thought it best if we brought her home ourselves. She’s been through a lot tonight and I wanted her to focus on herself.

Jogging down the steps of the cabin with her in my arms, I set her in the backseat of the truck. She was exhausted and my heart clenched as I watched her sleep peacefully. Making sure her chest rose and fell in an even rhythm.

Moving around to the driver’s side, I started the ignition, hell bent on getting her home safe in her own bed.

“She didn’t need to find out that way,” I snapped at him. He stayed silent, looking straight ahead, and I returned my eyes to the road, every so often checking on her through the rearview mirror.

“You would have never told her,” he replied, running his hands along his tired face in anticipation of what I would say next. “What’s this mean for us?”

He shot me a solemn look, and I breathed deeply, sighing out my response. “Nothing changes between us, Angel. I think she’d be receptive to the lifestyle, and even if she wasn’t, you’re still my wingman. I need you. That will never change.”