Page 75 of The Beast's Broken Angel
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 slowand 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 purepossession. 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 handclosed 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.”