Page 76 of The Beast's Broken Angel

“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, hisface 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.

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POSSESSIVE CLAIMS