Page 49 of Empire of Carnage

“It’s not a competition,” Mateo reminded me.

“But it could be, and it would be fun to lower him down a few pegs every now and then.” I smirked.

He returned it.

“I kind of like how that sounds.”

My phone buzzed and I pulled it open, a photo of Celia’s tits filled my screen, Ronan’s dick squeezed right in between them, the head of his cock just barely grazing her lips.

“How the fuck did they have time already?” Mateo said, astounded, running towards the stairs.

“I fucking told you man, we need to form an alliance.” I laughed, following behind him.

We jogged through the villa, sliding on the tile floors until we reached her bedroom door and pushed it open, to find Ronan between her legs, his head buried in her cunt while she whimpered softly.

“I thought you weren’t choosing, morena,” I teased and her eyes found mine.

“Who said I chose anything? He just undressed me first,” she said, moaning just as he ran his tongue up and down her slit.

“Spare me, I haven’t been inside her in w—” She didn’t let him finish, she pushed his head back down, bucking her hips against his face as she moaned and writhed around from pleasure.

I looked over to see Kane was already undressed.

“Are you coming?” she asked and my dick woke up like it had been personally summoned by her.

Ronan thrusted three fingers in and out of her while his mouth worked her into a frenzy. Her thighs clenched shut, squeezing his head and she cried out, her climax flooding out of her and coating the sheets.

She was fucking beautiful.

She could have anything she wanted.

And she wanted us.

There was nothing that made me worthy but suddenly I didn’t care anymore, I was done fighting my own mind. Maybe instead of spending my life worried about what made me good enough for her I would just start working onbecominggood enough to be hers.

“What do you want from us?” Mateo asked her.

She smirked, her chest heaving up and down as she came down from her orgasm.

“Te quiero,” she said, like it was just that easy.

“There’s three of us,” I reminded her.

“And I want all three of you,” she repeated, getting up on her knees.

Mateo climbed onto the bed, and she extended her hand out to me, pulling me close to her while I still stood on the floor. She reached for my belt, and I helped her undo my pants, pulling them down my thighs and letting my cock spring free from the confinement of the fabric.

She bit her lip. More nerves than seduction.

“Morena, you don’t have to—”

“You don’t get it, I want to. I have to,” she told me, her eyes a little too shiny with emotion.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because if I can’t, then he won. Then it means hedidtake something from me, and I just… I just can’t let that happen.”

“I’m sorry,” I told her, her eyebrows scrunching in the middle.