Page 27 of Marked (Wicked Heirs #1)

I focused on Titus’ hands as he unbuckled his belt and dropped it to the floor. But I looked away as he unbuttoned his pants and drew them down his thighs.

Valen and Bastian were performing similar actions, and I didn’t know where to look.

It seemed as if someone had carved each of them from hard stone—but Titus was broad and powerful, and Bastian was lithe and slender. Dangerous even when he was naked. Valen was finely muscled, and dark tattoos twisted over his chest and shoulders. They were strange and mesmerizing, and almost seemed to move with him, changing as I watched.

Titus let out a grunt, and I looked back to see him stroke his hand over his steadily hardening cock.

My eyes widened as I watched him, transfixed.

“She looks stunned,” Valen scoffed.

“Wait ‘till she sees all three—” Bastian chuckled.

Titus ignored his brothers and looked down at me. “Open your mouth,” he commanded.

Reluctantly, I parted my lips, my body trembling. The heavy buttplug tumbled to the carpet as Titus stepped forward, and I reached up to steady myself on his thighs.

I froze as his cock brushed against my lower lip.

He twitched under my touch, and I involuntarily pulled back, only for Bastian’s hands to hold me firmly in place.

“Just relax,” Valen suggested from somewhere off to the side. His voice was a husky whisper that sent shivers down my spine.

“That’s right,” Bastian said. “Do as you’re told.”

Tears threatened to spill over as I shifted on my knees and looked up at Titus. His cock pressed insistently against my lips again, demanding entrance.

Finally, I took a deep breath and moved forward—painfully aware of their heated gazes on me as I took Titus’ cock into my mouth.

My hands clutched the sinewy muscles of his thighs as I opened my mouth wider to accommodate his girth, and the taste of his arousal on my tongue made me shudder involuntarily.

He thrust into my mouth slowly at first and then with growing fervor. Every push drew a strangled noise from the back of my throat.

I had the vague sensation of Bastian’s fingers as they trailed down over my spine. And then his touch was everywhere. The black smoke of his magic curled around my body and between my legs to press against my pussy. Bastian sent a sudden rush of heat to my core, and I gasped around Titus’ cock.

The shock of arousal made me whimper, and the sensation was overwhelming despite its origin.

I could feel the rigidness in Titus’ body, and his cock pressed deeper into my mouth with each gasp.

“You like that?” Valen asked from his place off to the side, the glint in his dark eyes telling me he reveled in my humiliation. He was already hard, the evidence of his arousal more than apparent. With one hand lazily stroking himself, he watched me struggle with barely concealed mirth.

From behind me, Bastian’s hands roved across my skin with an intense but disturbing gentleness. His fingers slithered between my thighs, his magic making them slick with desire, before they pushed inside me. I almost choked on Titus’ erection as the sensation tore a cry from my throat.

“That’s it,” Bastian cooed into my ear, “open up for your brothers.”

A fierce blush heated my cheeks as I closed my eyes tightly shut, while trying not to acknowledge how easily my body was responding to their wicked ministrations. With one brother’s cock lodged deep inside my throat and another working frantically between my thighs to prepare me for what came next, I couldn’t ignore the truth any more than they could.

Titus bucked his hips, and I gagged, drawing my mouth off him. He didn’t give me much time to catch my breath before he was back, pushing himself into my mouth with an insistent force.

My eyes watered and I chanced a look up at Titus. His head was thrown back in pleasure, and his jaw was clenched. The sight made me feel a strange combination of fear and satisfaction—I was doing this to him.

Through blurry vision, I noticed Valen stepping closer. His lithe form was intimidating despite the gentler glow in his eyes compared to his brothers.

He took himself into his hand and stroked his hard length in rhythm with Titus’ thrusts.

“My turn,” Valen grunted, and he suddenly pulled me away from Titus’s cock.

Titus let out a groan, but Valen’s sharp intake of breath filled my ears as he pushed his hard length into my mouth. “That’s it,” he hissed. “Take every inch. ”

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth wider, allowing Valen to fuck my throat with steady thrusts as I moaned.

Bastian’s magic swirled between my thighs and teased against my clit. My fingers tightened on Valen’s thighs as he reached down to push his fingers through my hair. His grip on my hair made me gasp as he pushed deeper into my throat and my eyes watered as his groan vibrated through me.

Despite the discomfort, I continued my task. The taste of Valen differed from Titus, and that alone was enough to make my head spin. His hands tightened around my hair, forcing me to take in more of him.

From behind, I heard Bastian chuckle. “She’s a quick learner,” he taunted, his words filled with a disconcerting glee.

His dark power continued its assault between my legs, and Bastian to Valen’s side so that I could watch his fingers twitch—his magic responded to his movements, flicking at my clit with quick and precise motions that pushed me closer to the edge with their relentless rhythm.

The air was thick with arousal and sweat, and it twined around me like physical bonds—it smothered my thoughts and clouded my senses.

Panic and pleasure swirled within me; an intoxicating mix that made it difficult for me to differentiate between the two.

Abruptly, Valen pulled away from me, leaving me gasping for breath on the floor. “She’s ready,” he said roughly, his gaze meeting Titus’ across the room.

Bastian moved away from me as well, and his malicious laughter echoed in my ears as he made room for Titus. The older Romano stepped toward me with a look of cruel satisfaction on his face.

“Your turn,” he told Bastian.

There was something sickening about the eager grin that spread across his angelic face at his brother’s words .

“Don’t worry…” He whispered as his hand slid down the side of my face gently in a perverted attempt to comfort. “It’ll feel good... promise.”

I let out a sharp gasp as Bastian spread his hands and the black smoke of his magic poured out from his palms. It crept across the carpet toward me, and I tried to stay still as it slithered over my bare skin and wrapped around me.

The weight of his magic was subtle, warm, and slightly painful—but only enough to make me gasp just a little.

Pain that faded quickly into pleasure as the tendrils of smoky power wound around my limbs and pressed against my pussy.

Bastian raised his hands, palm up, and I let out a low moan as I was lifted from the carpet. Suspended a few inches off the floor, Bastian’s magic rippled over my skin and pushed aside the filmy material of my panties to invade the soaking cleft between my thighs.

Bastian’s laughter filled the room, a sound that was both gleeful and merciless. “Look at her,” he crooned, his words meant for his brothers rather than me. “So sweet and innocent—but she loves it… “

My cheeks flushed under their collective gaze. I wanted to hide, to cover myself, but Bastian kept me elevated effortlessly in the air, my body spread wide for their amusement as his magic tormented me and made me cry out in pleasure.

“Now,” Titus commanded from his position across the room, punctuating his statement with a lazy stroke of his cock. “Let’s see what our little sister has learned.”

Bastian grinned savagely and inclined his head like he was accepting a challenge. His gaze, a strange mix of glee and cruelty, met mine as he worked his magic further into me.

I was beyond terrified at this point, and my body shook uncontrollably as Bastian’s dark magic curled around my sensitive flesh. But there was also something else: an unholy excitement that started as a spark in the pit of my stomach and gradually consumed me whole.

A strangled gasp escaped my throat as Bastian’s magic pushed past my resistance and penetrated me deeply. My eyes snapped open—not out of fear of pain—but in shock at how good it felt.

Much to my horror, I couldn’t stop myself from moving against the omnipresent force inside me.

My body instinctively ground itself onto Bastian’s magic, seeking more of that beautiful friction.

“That’s it,” Valen said huskily from somewhere to my right. The amusement in his voice was clear. “Give in to it.”

Bastian’s magic twisted and writhed within me, constantly shifting and seeking spots that made my moan turn into desperate cries of pleasure.

Each twitch of his fingers elicited a gasp from me as the dark magic adjusted itself according to his expert command.

Meanwhile, Titus prowled closer like a predator approaching its prey, his dark eyes locked on mine. His hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it in time with the rhythm Bastian set with his magic.

My heart hammered against my ribs as I realized what was about to happen next.

“Is she ready?” Valen asked, his gaze heavy on me.

“I believe she is,” Titus answered with an edge of cold satisfaction. “Bring her here.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his cock as Bastian’s magic twisted around me and bore me toward him. My toes dragged across the floor and my body stiffened and shuddered with the rush of pleasure that sang through my veins. I was so close— So close—

When I was close enough, hovering, legs spread, just over his cock. The thick head of it brushed against my aching pussy and I let out a moan as Titus gripped my hips and pulled me down onto his cock.

Pain flared momentarily and I let out a sharp cry even as Bastian’s magic tightened around me and made my back arch. Then the pain blended seamlessly into the hum of pleasure that radiated from where our bodies met.

Titus let out a groan, and I felt his hands steady on my hips. “Such a tight fit...” he said through gritted teeth. He lifted me just a little, only to impale me again with a grunt of satisfaction.

Bastian’s magic continued wreaking havoc inside me even as Titus claimed me with long, hard thrusts that filled the room with obscene, wet sounds.

And in that moment, something terrifying dawned on me. I wanted this...wanted them.

I whimpered as Bastian’s magic shot a streak of pleasure through me that forced my hips to grind down onto Titus’s length again. My eyes fluttered open to meet Titus’ gaze—dark, cruel, and filled with satisfaction at my helpless reaction.

“That’s right,” he purred. His grip tightened on my hips as he pulled me down once more, filling me completely. “Just like that.”

Behind me, Valen’s hands were heavy on my shoulders, helping Titus to fuck me in a steady rhythm. “Our sweet Avril,” he said, “she’s turning out to be quite the voracious little thing.”

Bastian’s magic flared again within me, and I cried out at the overwhelming sensation. The world spun around me in dizzying patterns as waves of pleasure cascaded over me.

One of Valen’s hands trailed down my spine and over my ass.

“Does it feel good?”

He whispered the words into the sensitive shell of my ear. His breath ghosted over me and left a trail of goosebumps. I gritted my teeth against the rush of arousal coursing through me. My body was on fire, overstimulated and craving more even as I careened toward release.

His fingers were wet and slick as they pressed against my asshole, and I moaned as he toyed with the puckered rim.

“Oh, she likes that,” Bastian mused, his words a dark delight as he watched my reactions. His magic pulsed inside me, upping the intensity of my impending climax.

“More—” I found myself begging, much to my own surprise. The way Valen’s fingers teased at my entrance, coupled with the fullness of Titus inside me and the pulsating waves of pleasure from Bastian’s magic, was overwhelming. I was drowning in sensation, terrifyingly close to being swallowed by it.

“That’s right, little bird,” Titus growled, his grip on my hips tightening with each thrust, “tell us what you want.”

Valen chuckled darkly as his finger slipped into my ass, pushing against my resistance. His fingers stretched me open, and I squirmed; the intense burning pain quickly faded, replaced by a dark pleasure that made me groan.

Another jolt of pleasure raced down my spine.

Their hands were everywhere; holding me, moving me... owning me completely while their eyes soaked in every twitch and gasp that I produced.

“Good girl," Titus praised me through gritted teeth, as his strokes became harder and more erratic. “We’re not done with you—”

Bastian’s laughter echoed around us as he controlled the magic still coursing through my veins, keeping me on the edge but not allowing me to fall over.

A fresh wave of heated pleasure coursed through me, and the promise of more experiences like this sent a soft moan through gritted teeth.

Titus’ cruel grin spread wider at my reactions as he thrust harder into me. “That’s right,” he hissed. “You’re ours now. ”

Valen’s fingers thrust into my ass, withdrawing as Titus’ cock drove deep, and pushing in when Titus pulled back.

Caught between my stepbrothers, all coherent thoughts left my mind.

My mouth fell open as hard gasps dragged from my throat, and I moaned with abandon—and then Bastian’s magic released from me all at once, sending all the concentrated pleasure shooting outwards. My climax forced a scream from my lips.

It was white-hot and sharp and utterly intoxicating.

I convulsed in their grip and the sudden release almost blinded me with sheer bliss as my body clenched around Titus’ cock and Valen’s fingers, while Bastian’s dark magic thrummed inside me.

“I think she likes it,” Bastian said gleefully as my body writhed and shook in the throes of climax.

“Such a good girl,” Valen murmured against the shell of my ear as he withdrew his fingers from my ass with a gentleness that I hadn’t expected. The huskiness of his voice coupled with the slick heat between us made goosebumps rise along my skin.

Titus, however, didn’t say a word. Instead, he gripped my hips hard enough to leave bruises and thrust up into me with long, decisive strokes that made me whimper. His cock pulsed within me, signaling his own release as he finished deep inside of me.

“And that,” he said through gritted teeth, “is how things will be from now on.”

I panted and shook from the intensity of their attention, but the brutal pleasure that coursed through my body had left me overwhelmed and wanting more.

As I leaned against Titus’s chest for support, Bastian’s magic slowly dissipated, leaving only the throbbing ache of my pussy and ass behind .

The realization that this was just the beginning caused a tremor of anticipation to race down my spine.

The dark allure they exerted over me had torn away my resistance and made me realize how much I craved them.

As Titus pulled out of me, I whimpered at the sudden emptiness.

But Valen was quick to soothe me, his hands gentle as they ran down my back in a comforting gesture.

In hearing our languid breathing settle into silence did the gravity of what had happened hit me.

My body bore the sensations of their touches; stinging handprints on my hips from where Titus took his pleasure. Valen’s persistent fingers had left burning imprints on my body, and Bastian’s lingering magic continued to set off small aftershocks within me.

“You kept your promise,” Titus murmured into my ear as he set me down on the bed. I lay there, shuddering, as Titus stood and retrieved his clothes. “And we’ll keep ours.”

I lay on the bed, panting and trembling, as I watched Titus pull his clothes back on. I felt a terrifying blend of satisfaction, shame, and fear as I looked at them. Titus’ words, brimming with cruelty and satisfaction, echoed in the silence of the room.

Valen stepped away from the bed, his usually disheveled hair even more tousled now. He shot me a cryptic smile before he sauntered off and disappeared into the adjacent bathroom.

“Careful,” Bastian’s softly spoken words made me flinch. He was the only one who hadn’t moved away, his presence remaining like an afterthought, a haunting echo of what had just transpired between us. He tapped his fingers against his temple. “I can hear you.”

His enigmatic eyes met mine as a small smirk played on his lips .

His magic still lingered within me like an intoxicating drug that dared me to want more.

I swallowed hard as he slowly pulled away from the bed.

The coverlet was dark with sweat and sex—evidence of our dark desires and a reminder of my submission.

“Rest up, sister,” Bastian said softly as he pulled his pants up over his thighs. His angelic features contradicted the depth of darkness that I knew boiled within him, but right now, he seemed... normal. “You’ll need your strength.”

A shiver ran through me at his casually spoken words, and I clutched the damask coverlet. The realization that this was merely the beginning left me exhausted, yet strangely invigorated.

The room dimmed as Bastian walked away, leaving me alone in the aftermath of our indulgence.

My body felt tender, stretched to its limit… and somehow I was desperate for more.

Valen bent to retrieve the buttplug from the carpet and he laid it down on the bedside table.

“Next time, little bird. I expect you to be ready for me.”

Exhausted, I watched the door close behind my stepbrothers. The dark wood and the sigils that shielded the room muffled Bastian’s cruel laughter, but the sound of it echoed in my mind.

I lay sprawled across the soft coverlet. My body ached in places unexplored before tonight, Titus’s harsh grip on my hips would definitely have left bruises, Valen’s quiet gentleness marked by remnants of his touch, and Bastian’s magic still flickered within me, a haunting echo of the overwhelming pleasure they’d given me.

The room was silent now except for my ragged breathing, heavy and slow as I tried to calm my thundering pulse.

My eyes wandered around the room, over rich tapestries and gilded fixtures that gleamed in the dim candlelight.

Yet amidst the terror and conflicting emotions, a realization stirred within me—a creeping sense of acceptance that resonated with their shared satisfaction.

This was my new reality; I was theirs to claim and control.

And secretly... part of me craved their ownership.

Suddenly overwhelmed by fatigue, I reached blindly towards the bedside table for a glass of water, and my fingers brushed against cold metal.

My heart clenched when I caught sight of Valen’s parting promise—the jeweled buttplug.

Laying back onto the pillows, I cuddled myself into a fetal position.

I expect you to be ready for me.

A shiver passed through me as I processed the meaning behind his words.

It was a simple message: my submission to them had just begun, and the next encounter promised to push even more boundaries.

Valen was right—I would have to be ready.