Page 72 of Twisted Play (Cruel Games #1)

Eva blushed but didn’t say anything. Her rosy cheeks stained redder, and Tristan frowned. He pushed forward until they were torso to torso.

“Kitten,” he murmured to get her attention.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed about anything you need.

Ever. I promise you, I’m going to move heaven and earth to give it to you.

” He caught my eye as I leaned back on my haunches, waiting to see how this played out.

“I suspect Alek would too, and even though he’ll never admit it, Cole as well. ”

Cole looked away, jaw tight, as if Tristan had revealed too much. The visceral reaction to any suggestion he cared for Eva struck me as defensive. Too defensive. What exactly was the nature of their arrangement? And why would Cole be so reluctant to acknowledge any emotional attachment?

Eva pressed her forehead into his chest, and he held her, softly, gently, the tenderness of the moment a marked contrast to our earlier filth.

“I need Alek,” she whispered, and my chest exploded with pride and wonder.

“Then Alek you’ll have,” Tristan said just as softly. Tristan’s eyes flicked to Cole, checking his reaction, ready to smooth out any jealousy before it could erupt.

“Up,” Tristan said to me then added slyly, “Coach.”

Obediently, my lips tilting up with amusement, I climbed onto the bed and lay down. My cock jutted up, proud and sensitive and needy, and when Eva moved over me, I moaned at the sensation of her skin sliding against mine.

Fuck.

Never in my wildest imaginings had I thought our relationship would go this far.

That was a lie. I’d dreamed of it, touched myself to it in the shower every goddamned morning, knew I’d never let myself have her like this.

Until tonight.

Eva straddled me, her hands on my chest. She bit her lip, and once again, her uncertainty killed me.

I reached up to cup her cheek. “You okay, malyshka?”

Her sweet smile was my reward. “So good, Sir.”

“You’re going to take me inside you now,” I instructed, my voice firm but gentle. “Your body was made for this—for pleasure, for submission, for us . Understand?”

I should have discussed limits, safe words, boundaries, like I should have a thousand times before this moment. But when she dragged her slick cunt over my cock, any thought but filling her flew out of my head.

“Eva,” I moaned.

“Sir,” she gasped and positioned herself above me. Tristan reached down to help then looked at me, a question in his eyes.

I nodded, and he moved my cock to her entrance, his fingers rough against my skin. When Eva took my crown into her, I died and went to heaven.

“That’s it, malyshka. Slowly. Feel every centimeter as I stretch you open.”

She moaned, working me into her bit by bit, her muscles shaking as she shifted her hips.

Cole spanked her ass once, twice, and she slid down, sheathing me fully in her tight cunt. God, she felt so fucking good pulsing around me, her softness straddling me.

“Look at her,” Cole growled, his fingers digging into her ass. “So desperate for cock, she needs all three of us to satisfy her. So greedy.”

“Malyshka,” I grit out, barely able to talk.

“Move, kitten,” Tristan murmured. “Show us how perfectly you can ride.”

“I—I—I—” Eva moved to incoherence by my cock could fuel a thousand future fantasies.

Eva lifted her hips and sank down again. “Oh my god,” she murmured. “Sir, it’s so good.”

“That’s it, baby girl,” I encouraged her, placing my hands on her hips and helping her find the rhythm. “Don’t close your eyes—let me see you as you take my cock. Feel how perfectly we fit. You’re doing so well, malyshka. So good for me. For us.”

Her eyes snapped open, gorgeous green and glassy with lust.

Cole positioned himself behind Eva, his hands gripping her hips possessively, but his eyes—fuck, his eyes were wide and vulnerable as they met mine over Eva’s shoulder.

For a heartbeat, I saw the truth—beneath the cruel words and rough hands was a man terrified of being discarded, of not being enough.

He was his father’s son, after all, no matter how hard he’d fought against it.

“Too bad we don’t have any lube,” Cole lamented, his voice steady despite the fear I’d glimpsed.

Eva continued to fuck me slowly and sweetly, and I wrenched my attention away from her for a second to gasp, “Massage oil, for my knee, on the dresser.”

A moment later, the pressure increased on my cock as a finger gently fucked her from behind.

“Look at you, taking it in both holes like the perfect little slut you are,” Cole hissed against her ear. “This gorgeous ass belongs to me. Your pussy, your mouth, your mind—all of it’s ours now. And you fucking love it.”

Eva whined, throwing her head back and arching her back.

She sank down onto me and waited for a moment.

A decade of kink, and this was the most erotic moment of my life—Eva on my cock, Cole exploring her ass, his fingers sliding up and down my length through the thin membrane, and Tristan moving beside the bed, offering his pierced cock to Eva.

“You’re taking us all so beautifully,” I praised, my voice strained with the effort of not coming immediately. “So perfect, malyshka.”

Tristan’s hands trembled as he guided himself to Eva’s mouth, and I realized he’d been the most controlled of us all, hiding his desperation behind gentle words and tender touches. Now that mask was gone, replaced by the same hunger consuming Cole and me.

“Your mouth is heaven, kitten,” he groaned as he fed his cock between her lips. “Perfect, so perfect. The most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. ”

Pleasure sparked at the base of my spine, and I knew I was about to come.

“Malyshka, baby, I need to pull out,” I gasped.

Her eyes widened. “Do you want to?”

Did I want to come inside my sweet baby girl, whose submission turned my ugly revenge into beauty? Leave my mark inside her? Claim her as mine? Fuck yes. Was it a good idea? Absolutely not.

“Do it,” she murmured. “I’m on birth control.”

“Come inside her, Coach,” Cole said from behind her as he fucked her in a rhythm opposite to mine.

“Breed her, knock her up. Make her yours.” His voice dropped to a guttural growl.

“Pump that fertile little belly full of your seed. I want to watch her stomach swell with your child, see her tits get heavy with milk. Make it so everyone who looks at her knows she’s been claimed, knows she’s carrying your bastard. ”

Oh shit. I grabbed her hips and pumped up into her, ragged and out of control, until I did exactly as Cole commanded, exploding inside of her, entranced by the words, even if I knew they’d never come to pass.

“Take it all, malyshka,” I growled, driving into her with each pulse.

Eva tightened around me, milking my cock as she screamed. Cole clamped a hand over her mouth. “Shhh, sparrow. Don’t want to wake up the neighbors.”

A second later, he and Tristan shouted their climaxes as Eva collapsed onto my chest.

I’d just fucked a student.

Three of them.

I should be horrified. Aghast. And yet, as Eva murmured softly into my chest and Cole hopped off the bed, returning with wet towels to clean everyone up, I’d never felt more complete.

Tristan helped Cole with the cleanup, their hands occasionally brushing, exchanging glances loaded with meaning. Their relationship was as complex as the one they both shared with Eva—allies, rivals, more.

Eva stirred against me, and Cole’s shoulders tensed, that flash of vulnerability returning before he hid it again.

“Stay,” Eva murmured, reaching for him.

Cole hesitated, the towel clutched in his hand, clearly suspended between flight and surrender.

“Please,” she added, and he broke, crawling back into the bed.

I was fucked. We all were.