Page 74 of The Beast's Broken Angel
Viktor thrust deeper, hands spreading me wider. “You feel that, Noah? So tight. Adrian wants me to fuck you hard. Make you scream for him.”
A sob broke from my lips, equal parts pain and need. “You’re perfect,” Viktor grunted, setting a slow, punishing rhythm. “Meant to be fucked. Open for us—open for Adrian. You want more?”
“Yes, please?—”
He rewarded me with a sharper thrust, hips slamming into mine, cock filling me, the burn giving way to pure heat. Adrian moved closer, lips at my ear. “Listen to him, Noah. Hear how much I want to see you break for me.”
Viktor’s hand slid under me, palm rough as he squeezed my cock, not letting me move. “No coming yet,” he growled. “Adrian’s orders. You stay desperate for him. That’s how he wants you.”
He fucked me harder, every thrust knocking breath from my lungs. “God, you’re so good like this,” he muttered in Russian, then in English, filthier and rougher. “Take it, take all of me. Adrian wants you ruined on my cock.”
Adrian’s voice cut in, sharp with command. “Make him suffer.”
Viktor leaned over me, his body hot and massive. His teeth scraped my shoulder. “You beg so sweet, Noah. You want my load? Want to be filled for Adrian?”
“Yes, yes—please, Viktor—please?—”
Adrian stroked my hair, soothing and cruel at once.
Viktor’s thrusts turned rougher, deeper, his accent thicker with need. “All for Adrian, you hear me? I’ll fuck you until he tells me to stop.”
He pulled nearly all the way out, then slammed back in, making me cry out. “Good boy. Scream for him. Let Adrian hear how much you love it.”
Adrian’s fingers brushed my lips, his voice velvet. “Open for me, darling.”
Viktor’s hand tangled in my hair, forcing my head up. “Do it, malysh. Suck him. Be good for Adrian.”
My lips parted, trembling, the taste of Viktor’s sweat and my own desperation thick on my tongue. Adrian guided his cock between my lips, his hand tangling in my hair, keeping me blind and off-balance.
“That’s it,” he murmured, sliding in slow, letting me feel the weight and heat of him. “Good boy. Take all of me. Show Viktor how pretty you look sucking my cock.”
Viktor’s thrusts never slowed. He grunted behind me, hands bruising on my hips. “Look at you—Adrian’s perfect toy,” he growled, accent thick, pleasure roughening every word. “So full, so eager. You’re making a mess of yourself.”
Adrian pushed deeper, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. I gagged and swallowed, drool leaking down my chin, but Adrian only praised me, his thumb stroking my jaw. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take it. You want to please me, don’t you? Want me to use your mouth while Viktor ruins you?”
I tried to answer but choked on his length. Viktor thrust harder, the sensation overwhelming, pain and pleasure tangling until I was dizzy, mindless.
Adrian fucked my mouth slow, deliberate, controlling my every movement. “You love being watched, don’t you?” he whispered. “You love knowing Viktor’s here because I want to see you broken for me.”
Viktor laughed, breathless. “He can’t even think, boss. You’ve got him so desperate he’d let anyone fuck him, as long as you told him to.”
Adrian’s cock filled my mouth again, his grip in my hair keeping me right where he wanted. “You’ll thank me for this later,” he said, voice soft but implacable. “You’ll remember what it feels like to be taken—here, like this, helpless and loved.”
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 cocksliding 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.