Page 127 of Heartless Heathens

“Yes.” I exhaled knowing that I had already done it.

Corvin wanted me to be a knife; relentless, sharp, and concise. But I wasn’t a knife, I was the sheathe, worn and weathered from the blade’s constant marring. And I would take it over and over again if it meant the knife would always return to me. Becausetheywere the weapon, and I was built to pardon their pain.

Maybe in the end, that’s what love was. Forgiveness. Undeniable, unsolicited, and at times unrequited. It was the ability to look past the pain despite all the hurt it could cause you because in the end you knew they could do the same for you.

If that wasn’t love, maybe this was as good as it got for someone like me.

Felix stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him.

They were still naked and it was an obvious fact I had not missed when they both prowled towards me.

“W-wait,” I said, realizing Felix had no intention of just watching over anymore. “Both of you?”

“It’ll be twice as good,” Corvin said with a dark smirk.

“We’ll make you feel so good, pretty girl.” They closed in on me, surrounding me from both sides.

I inhaled a stuttered breath. Corvin dropped to his knees, raking his tongue over the inside of my thigh while he lifted my foot and placed it over his shoulder. He used it as leverage to pull himself closer to me, burying his face between my legs and pressing the flat of his tongue against my swollen bundle of nerves.

Felix wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and dug his erection into my back. He exposed my throat, lifting my jaw up. His lips moved deliberately down my neck, peppering kisses as he traveled lower. His hands wandered, caressing my skin with firm touches. A silent kind of communication floated in the air between the twins, Corvin pulled back, letting him stroke his fingers between my legs and gather my arousal for himself.

He brought his fingers up to my lips. “Open.”

I wrapped my lips over his fingers, licking the taste of my climax from his skin and swirling my tongue until it was cleaned off.

Corvin grabbed my hips with both hands, practically diving face first into my center, this time using both his fingers and his mouth to work me into a frenzy. He made circles with his tongue and raked his fingers against the spot inside of me that felt like it was holding back a flood.

I came with a full body quake, grateful that there were two men holding me up because I thought my legs would give out and turn me into liquid. Corvin didn’t stop despite the protests that fought to escape my lips. I sank my teeth into my flesh, knowing it was the only way to stop the treacherous words from leaving my mouth. The taste of blood was far better than the taste of my own lies.

They would have stopped if I had said it.

They wouldn’t understand.

Only Sonny understood.

Corvin placed me on the bed, turning me to face him. I was on my knees, still catching my breath when I felt Felix’s body pressed hard against me from behind.

“Down on your hands, Mina,” he whispered into my ear, forcing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand.

“What are you going to do?” I asked, turning my head to look back at him as he took all of my hair into his hands, using it like a leash.

Corvin pulled my chin forward, climbing onto the bed on his knees in front of me and whispering into my ear. “You’re gonna be the main dish at our spit roast, little lamb.” I was going to ask him what he meant but before I could open my mouth, I felt Felix’s tip pushing against my wetness and slowly sinking inside of me.

I went to drop my head but his grip on my hair tightened, and he pulled, forcing me to turn my gaze up to see Corvin’s throbbing erection just inches from my face. I licked my lips instinctively before parting them to let him slide his way in. The two of them bottomed out inside of me simultaneously and the three of us groaned with pleasure in sync.

It was barbaric sounding.

Filthy.

Ungodly.

I wanted to douse myself in it and get lost with them in the shadows.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Felix said with a breathy, strained voice, his free hand reaching down to cover itself in my arousal before moving against my clit.

They moved out of sync, in and out of me, while I braced myself on my hands and knees, clutching the sheets under my palms. Everytime Felix thrusted himself in he pulled on my hair, eliciting a moan from deep within my throat. Corvin’s large hands held the side of my face while he used my mouth to finish what we’d started in the shower. His fingertips digging deeper into my flesh the closer he came to unraveling. Each sound out of me was a catalyst to their next as we all threw ourselves closer to our undoing.

I swirled my tongue each time he drug himself in and out of my mouth, trying my best to coat every inch of him that I could. Once he’d get past my tongue my eyes would water and I’d choke on my breathing. Not such a terrible way to die. Felix picked up the pace, slamming his hips against mine and hitting a spot inside me that made me feel like I would explode.