Page 44 of The Beast's Broken Angel

My jaw ached, my throat raw, but I moaned around him, the taste and humiliation pushing me closer to the edge. Viktor pounded into me, each thrust shoving Adrian deeper down my throat, spit and tears mingling on my lips.

“Look at you, Noah,” Adrian crooned, a note of possessive pride under the command. “You make me want to keep you like this—forever.”

Viktor’s hand wrapped around my cock, squeezing just enough to make me squirm. “Don’t come yet,” he said, voice iron. “Not until Adrian lets you. Not until he’s had all he wants.”

I whimpered, body trembling, trapped between them—Adrian’s cock in my mouth, Viktor’s cock deep inside, every inch of me theirs.

Adrian’s hand tightened in my hair as he slowed his thrusts, making sure I felt every inch, refusing to let me pull back. My world narrowed to their bodies, their voices, the shuddering heat building inside me.

Viktor’s hand wrapped around my throat, gentle but commanding.

His grip kept me grounded, steadying me as Adrian pressed closer, his chest flush against my back, breath hot at my ear.

The bed shifted beneath us—weight, muscle, heat, the unmistakable sense of being surrounded.

I could feel Adrian’s cock sliding along the crease of my ass, the promise of it, hard and slick with need.

Viktor’s other hand slid down my chest, fingers splayed wide, holding me open, making me feel even more exposed. He thrust shallowly, grinding into me, letting me feel every pulse, every inch.

Adrian’s lips brushed the shell of my ear. “Stay still, Noah. Let us do the work. I want to see you surrender.”

Viktor’s thumb stroked my throat, gentle and warning. “Breathe for me. You’re doing so good.”

Adrian moved, hips rocking forward, cock teasing at my entrance alongside Viktor’s, the heat and pressure almost unbearable. “You’re going to take us both,” Adrian growled, his voice a rough promise. “Can you do that, sweetheart? Can you be that good for me?”

“Yes—please—fuck—” I was beyond shame, desperation trembling through every nerve.

Viktor’s hand tightened just enough to remind me who was in control. “Good boy. Open up for us.”

Adrian slicked himself again, the gel cool against my skin. Viktor was already pressed to my entrance, holding me open, murmuring encouragement in Russian, his voice like dark silk. Then Adrian pressed the head of his cock right beside Viktor’s, both of them poised at my entrance.

Slowly, agonizingly, they pressed in together—stretching me so wide I cried out, pleasure and pain blurring into surrender. Viktor moved first, guiding Adrian, both of them sliding in, filling me to the point I couldn’t breathe.

“Look at you,” Adrian purred, thrusting deep, his body flush against mine. “So fucking full. Taking both of us like you were made for it.”

Viktor’s free hand wrapped around my cock, stroking slow and punishing, keeping me trembling on the edge. “Don’t come,” he warned, his accent thick.

Their rhythm built—a relentless push and pull, one withdrawing just enough as the other thrust deeper. Their hands were everywhere: holding me, using me, praising every shudder and sob.

I was wrecked, split open, held together only by their touch and their voices. Every thrust drove me higher; every word made me theirs.

Adrian fisted a hand in my hair, dragging my head back for a kiss, his breath hot and claiming. “Look at you,” he whispered, voice rough, “You’re mine, sweetheart. Only mine. But tonight, I want you ruined for anyone else.”

Viktor’s arm slid beneath my hips, keeping me wide open just how Adrian liked. There was nothing gentle—just power and sensation, overwhelming and inescapable.

But Adrian’s voice was the anchor, threading through the haze, grounding me when I started to float. “You’re beautiful like this,” he murmured, thumb stroking my jaw as Viktor thrust beside him, both of them stretching me until I couldn’t think. “I want you ruined for anyone else. Remember that.”

“Yes—Adrian, please?—”

He pressed his forehead to mine, breath ragged, hands framing my face. “You’ll come for me, not for him. He’s only here because I want you to have everything. Because I want to watch you fall apart.”

Viktor gripped my thighs, relentless and steady, keeping me wide open as Adrian fucked me deeper, harder, every movement orchestrated for my pleasure and his own satisfaction.

Adrian pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and shaking. I barely had time to gasp before he flipped me onto my back, manhandling me with a hunger that was pure possession. Viktor’s hands steadied me, holding me open, the silk still biting at my wrists.

Adrian slid between my legs, lined up beside Viktor again. Together, they pushed back in, thick and slick, filling me to the edge of breaking. The stretch was overwhelming—delicious and almost unbearable—as they moved in tandem, taking me apart with every thrust.

Adrian leaned over, pinning my wrists with one hand and bracing the other at my throat, forcing my gaze to his. Viktor thrust beside him, their rhythm relentless, the two of them using me, driving me wild.

“Take it,” Adrian growled, sweat-slick skin sliding against mine, his pace brutal.

Viktor’s breath was harsh in my ear, his grip punishing on my hips. “So fucking tight. So desperate. You feel that, Adrian?” He rumbled, voice vibrating through my bones.

Adrian let out a low, dark laugh, possessive and satisfied. “I see everything,” he said, twisting his fist in my hair, forcing my head back. “You’re beautiful like this, Noah. Helpless. Ruined. Just how I want you.”

Their cocks slid together inside me, thick and burning, making my vision white out behind the blindfold. The pressure built, overwhelming—too much, not enough, my whole body trembling between them.

Viktor’s grip on my hips tightened, his fingers leaving bruises, holding me open, shoving me back against Adrian’s thrusts. “You take it so well, lapochka. I can feel you shaking for him. For both of us.”

Adrian leaned down, lips brushing my ear, his voice a growl and a promise. “You were made for this. You hear me? Only mine. I want to see you break for me. Let it out—don’t hold anything back.”

I sobbed, a broken sound spilling out as Adrian’s hand closed around my throat, thumb stroking just enough to make my pulse race. “Adrian—please?—”

“Not yet,” Adrian snapped, teeth grazing my shoulder. “You come when I say, and not a second before.”

Viktor thrust harder, his rhythm matching Adrian’s, cocks moving in perfect, punishing tandem. His voice was rough, accented, as he praised and commanded me. “Take us. Good boy. Don’t you dare come yet. Hold it. Prove how strong you are for Adrian.”

Adrian pinned my wrists above my head, his palm covering my throat, squeezing just enough to make every breath a gasp. “You’re mine, Noah,” he murmured. “You remember that. All of this is for me.”

“Yes, Adrian—” I gasped, voice barely a whisper, my body arching into every thrust, desperate for release.

Viktor’s hand wrapped around my cock, squeezing hard, just this side of cruel. “Feel how close you are?” he whispered, mouth hot on my jaw. “Wait for him. Wait for your master.”

Adrian shifted my legs up, folding me tight, pressing deeper. The new angle sent shockwaves through me—full, stretched, owned. “Look at you fall apart,” Adrian taunted, voice low and thick. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You, Adrian—only you—” I sobbed, words broken by the relentless pressure of both of them inside me.

Viktor kissed my neck, tongue tasting salt and sweat. “He’s yours, boss. Never seen anyone break so pretty.”

Adrian’s hand stroked my cheek, surprisingly gentle for a moment. “That’s right. All mine. Now beg for it, sweetheart. Beg me to let you come.”

My whole body shook, cock leaking, nerves burning. “Please—Adrian, please, I need it—please let me?—”

Viktor squeezed harder, holding me at the edge. “Say it again. Beg him. Tell him what you want. ”

“I want to come—I want you to let me—I need it so bad—please?—”

Adrian’s lips brushed my ear, velvet and steel. “Hold it, love. Just a little longer. I want to feel you lose control when I say.”

They kept thrusting together, relentless, filling me, owning me, and I could only whimper and plead, everything in me straining toward Adrian’s command.

Adrian leaned close. “No one else gets this. Only me.”

His pace grew punishing, every movement a command, every breath a claim. Viktor’s touch was rough, clinical, his words few—a tool in Adrian’s hands, not a lover.

“Now,” Adrian snarled, voice tight with need. “Come for me. Right now.”

Viktor stroked me rough and fast, and I shattered—orgasm tearing through me as Adrian slammed home, both of them holding me down, wringing every last tremor from my body as Adrian claimed me, Viktor there only to make sure I felt everything.

I shattered, orgasm tearing through me, body convulsing helplessly around them both. Adrian cried out, hips jerking as he came deep inside me, warmth flooding me. Viktor followed, thrusting deep, spilling himself inside as well, groaning low and broken.

The two of them held me there, utterly filled, body trembling and spent, until the last aftershocks faded.

Viktor withdrew first, gentle but wordless, stepping away to clean up as Adrian slid out, immediately pulling me into his arms, possessive and tender.

He pressed a kiss to my forehead, his hands stroking my hair, grounding me. “You’re mine,” he whispered. “Every inch of you. Always.”

The bathroom door opened quietly as Viktor returned, his face as stoic as ever. He paused, watching the two of us. I couldn’t let the knot in my chest tighten any longer.

I turned, voice rough. “Adrian, I need to know… what is Viktor to you? What is this, between you two?”

Adrian’s hand never left my hair. He glanced at Viktor, who simply lifted a shoulder in a typically Russian, matter-of-fact shrug, waiting for Adrian to answer.

Adrian’s eyes were fierce, honest. “Viktor is my brother in arms. He’s my blade, my shadow—my most loyal man.

We’ve survived hell together, but it’s not love, not the way you’re thinking.

” He drew me closer. “He follows my commands, always. But this—us—what I feel for you? That’s mine. No one else.”

Viktor let out a low, almost gruff sound, his accent thicker than usual. “Is soldier. Not lover.” He met my gaze for a brief moment, eyes steady. “Adrian gives orders. I obey. For you, he feels.”

Adrian nodded, his grip possessive but gentler now. “You are the only one I’ve ever wanted. Viktor would do anything I asked, but he does not share my bed. Not truly. That’s for you, Noah. Only you.”

Relief softened the tightness in my chest. I nodded, the answer settling something deep inside me.

Viktor offered a rare, respectful nod—almost like a benediction—before slipping out of the room, leaving Adrian’s warmth and claim to anchor me.

And for a moment, I believed nothing in the world could break the hold he had on me.