Page 38 of My Ex’s Billionaire Brothers (Forbidden Hearts #5)

And yet, standing in her bedroom and watching her undress in the low light, my heart clenches, and the dominant side of me demands more skin. I meet her eyes and hold her in my gaze. “The panties too, pet. We deserve to see all of you.”

She bites her bottom lip, but her gaze lingers as she slowly takes them off. We’ve gone easy on her so far, kink-wise, and we have all the time in the world to explore each other. But right now, I need it. That feeling of control.

Control has been a distant memory for the past week. Since Anya came into our lives, I’ve gone from one crazy idea to the next without much consideration. She needed help, so I offered. She needed to explore herself, so I offered. Every time she had a need, I wanted to fill it.

Now, I’m the one with a need.

I grab the soft scarf from where she left it and slowly circle her. “Close your eyes.”

She does, without hesitation or fear. She trusts us so completely that it intoxicates me. I have to slow down to keep a grip on myself, or that lack of control will creep up again. It’s a delicate dance that a dominant does out of care for himself and his submissive, and sometimes, we fuck up.

But I will not fuck up with Anya. Not now. Not ever. I have to keep myself reined in.

I let the end of the scarf trail over her breasts, earning a short gasp and a flinch.

But she stays in place, accepting the touch.

“Good pet.” Methodically, I trail it over her again and again until her skin pebbles.

Her eyes remain closed the entire time. I quietly ask, “Do you remember your safeword?”

“Sunflower.”

Such a good girl.

The scarf is long and soft enough for me to have fun.

I loop it under her large breasts, then over her shoulders, and around her neck a few times, until she’s in a shibari-style chest harness.

As I work, her breaths slow, and her goose bumps fade.

With her eyes closed, it’s a little more difficult to tell if she’s dropped into subspace so soon, but reading her body language tells the story.

I nuzzle her bare neck to whisper in her ear, knowing my stubble will mark her pink there. I want to mark her everywhere. “How does that feel?”

“Good.” Her voice shakes.

“Fuck,” Theo whispers behind me.

I’m so caught up in what I need, I’ve forgotten Theo has a thing for shibari.

I don’t—not like he does. I just like tying someone up.

He likes the art of it. I don’t want to encroach on his territory with her.

The three of us each have our thing, and I wouldn’t want either of them to deep dive into breath play or exhibitionism. So, I back off and begin untying her.

She lets out the cutest disappointed sound. A low whimper that will eat away at my soul for all time.

“That was just a test, pet.” I unravel the last knot. “All in due time.” Once the scarf is loose, I tie it around her eyes, leaving the ends long on her back. “Is this okay?”

“Yes.”

I guide her hands to her low back, crossing them at the wrists. “And tying your hands here?”

She gulps. “Yes.”

I knot them with a pretty bow, and once she’s bound and blindfolded, I take a step back to admire my work. “What do you think, boys?”

“She looks like the best present I’ve ever gotten,” Hunter says, a little breathless.

Theo’s voice goes low. A growl, really. “Since she’s our present, we should play with her.”

I strip my shirt off overhead. “Hard agree. But first, I’d like to test a theory.

” Without more warning than that, I cup her pussy with my hand.

Fuck, she is so wet already that it’s hard to resist sliding a finger in.

But not this time. “Thought so. Pet appears ready for anything. Isn’t that right, pet? ”

She nods. “Mm-hmm.”

“Take two steps forward toward the bed. Good girl. Now, let them touch you.” I give the signal, and my brothers go after her like two caged beasts the moment their cage door opens.

Four hands all over her thighs, her hips, her belly, her tits.

Theo hovers there in particular, no doubt recalling how she looked with her breasts trussed up.

They have her moaning in no time. I watch as I remove the rest of my clothes and sit on the side of the bed. They strip down too, between every touch, like they can’t get naked fast enough. “Stop.”

They do, and that delicious whimper comes from her lips again.

I wonder whether she even knows she does it.

Everything with Anya is instinct—she doesn’t have the experience for it to be anything else.

She isn’t putting on a show like some subs do.

This is us and her, no pretense. That’s what makes it so addicting.

And what makes me so hard I can’t think straight. “Bring her to me.”

Hunter smirks, and Theo’s eyes haven’t left her tits since I started playing with her, but they escort her to me all the same. Hunter tips his head to her ear. “Would you like a ride?”

“A ride?” she whispers.

They lift her up, earning a squeal right before she lands on my lap, a knee on either side of my thighs. The moment her wet pussy kisses the head of my cock, my brain shorts out. Only for a flash, though. I have work to do.

Theo pushes down on her hips as I lift up, sealing us together in one shot. She yips, “Oh fuck!” I let out a rough, low chuckle, but I understand her sentiment. It feels too good. Like everything else with Anya.

I work her at my rhythm, pumping in and out of her tight, wet heat hard enough to leave us both breathless. But once I’m sure she’s ready, I slow to a stop. She tries to ride me, but it’s more difficult with her hands behind her back.

And then Hunter takes a position behind her. He bites her shoulder and murmurs, “Ready, kitten?”

“Oh, oh god,” she whispers as he gets started on her ass. That added pressure makes her pussy tighter still, and I feel her pulse there. She isn’t coming yet, but soon.

Just as she gasps again, Theo enters her mouth, and that greedy girl gobbles him down, sucking his length in. There’s something special about fucking a woman when she’s airtight. Doing it when she’s bound and blindfolded? A man could lose himself in her.

The three of us move in unison, me up, Hunter back, Theo deeper, followed by me down, Hunter forward, Theo pulling back.

Let her breathe when the cock in her ass is deep, in case she needs to speak.

Go hard when that one backs off, bringing her closer to the edge.

Over and over, like a well-timed set of pistons.

And all the while, I memorize each and every sound she makes, and all the sights.

The way her body flushes pink at her chest and neck when she closes in on her climax.

How she tries to chase her pleasure when we slow down.

The way her cheeks hollow when Theo pulls back, because she’s sucking on him so hard.

Those whimpers that become harsh gasps, and how her pussy squeezes on my cock as her orgasm begins.

She screams around his cock, a mix of half words and sobbing jags as she comes apart on us. Her body goes limp on me, so Hunter slides out and unties her. Theo backs off too, and I roll us back onto the bed as she shudders in my arms. Her heart races in time with mine. None of us?—

“More,” she breathes. “I need more.” She practically writhes on my thigh.

I roll her onto her back and hold her hands down. “Theo.”

He climbs onto the bed, sliding deep inside her without a thought. She throws her head back as she cries out, ecstatic. He pounds her into the mattress, and when Hunter returns from cleaning up in the bathroom, he lies next to her, plucking at her nipples to add to her pleasure.

When Theo comes, he buries himself deep, and that extra bit takes her over the edge again. I pray her parents don’t come home early, or they’ll hear her ragged cries.

Theo pulls out, and Hunter growls, “Flip her over.”

We do, getting her to her hands and knees.

I take a wrist out to the side, and so does Theo, forcing her chest against the bed, with her ass up for Hunter.

He dives straight in, smacking her ass hard enough to leave a mark.

“Fuck!” He hammers into her from behind, and all the while her sweet whimpers fill the air.

Their bodies slap together like applause, until he grunts, “Close.”

I reach for her clit as I hold that wrist, and her body bucks against him. She purrs obscenities while Hunter demands, “Kitten, come for me now!”

A cry peals out of her as she rocks against him, and his body jolts inside of her until he comes to a stop. He smacks her ass once more before pulling out and clumsily climbing from position.

I can’t wait any longer. “Over.” Once she’s on her back, I lift her legs onto my shoulders, folding her in half.

I need to see her face when I slide into her once more.

Her lips part in a gasp when I go as far as I possibly an, feeling all the wet warmth of their combined cum as I thrust. We’re going to fill her with us, mark her as ours.

When I’m seated, I tease, “You like that, baby? All our cum inside you?”

“Yes, please, yes! More!”

I thrust into her, feeling it seep between us. But I like that. Like knowing she’s ours in some primal way. My control has slipped, and I couldn’t care less. Rational thought is distant memory. I have to have her like this—trapped, begging for more. Just as animal as me.

I pin her ankles to the pillow and go to town, savoring every slick slide, every wordless gasp.

Three good thrusts like that, and her body twitches on me.

She can’t say the words, but they’re plain on her flushed, sweaty face.

She’s coming on me, milking me, pulling me with her.

The surge heats me through, spine, balls, cock, skin.

I roar over her as I finish, marking her as mine too.