Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 123575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
More. I need more. Spreading my legs wider, I slip two fingers inside my tight pussy. It feels so good I could cry, even if it’s not the same as when Arson filled me.
Through half-lidded eyes, I watch the twins grappling, my pleasure building.
Their beautiful, identical bodies are locked in this brutal dance—blood covering their faces, muscles straining, teeth bared in primal aggression. I fuck myself faster, fingers pumping in and out as I chase a release that seems simultaneously within reach and impossibly distant.
I’m delirious with need.
“Aries,” I call out to him.
A loud crack fills my ears as one brother slams the other against the wall—Aries gaining advantage over Arson. The impact is enough to momentarily stun Arson.
In a blur of movement, Aries is above me, his body blocking out the light.
Yes. I need you. Want you.
The same desperation I feel is reflected in his eyes. Knowing what I need, his lips crash against mine. His kiss is nothing like Arson’s controlled, calculated movements. This is raw desperation, teeth scraping lips, tongue demanding entry. The coppery tang of blood bursts on my tongue. His or mine, I don’t know—it doesn’t matter.
Not when I’ve waited so long for this moment to occur. For him to kiss me back, for him to want me with the same fervor I desire him. Red hot pleasure fills me, and I gasp into his mouth, my fingers working frantically between my legs.
Then suddenly he pulls away, breaking the kiss and severing our connection. I whimper in frustration. No. I need him. “Please don’t stop…” I beg, clinging to his body.
What I realize then is he’s watching me, his eyes staring between my legs. With barely contained rage he grabs my wrist and yanks it back. I don’t get the chance to ask him what he’s doing, not when his thick fingers replace mine and give me my answer. A cry of both pleasure and pain escapes me when he pulls out and thrust back inside me roughly.
“Mine,” he growls against my lips, his fingers curling within me to find a spot that makes my back arch off the wet floor. “Always been mine.” His free hand fumbles with the button of his soaked pants, and seconds later he’s kicking them off with desperate need.
Then he’s completely naked, and the heavy weight of his cock comes to rest against my thigh. His cock is identical to his brother’s, yet somehow different—hotter, more urgent. I never want this moment between us to end.
“Need to be inside you,” he pants, positioning himself between my spread thighs. “Can’t be gentle. Won’t be. Need to erase him. Need to make you mine.”
Raw hunger claws its way to the surface. Our first time wasn’t supposed to be like this, but I’d rather have this than nothing at all.
“Please,” I dig my nails into his shoulders, both to stop him from pulling away and to encourage him to keep going. “Fuck me, Aries. Make me yours.”
Hearing me say his name triggers something primal in him.
His eyes—so like his brother’s yet burning with a different fire—lock on mine as he positions his thick cock at my entrance.
“Mine,” he grunts before slamming all the way inside me.
Pain singes my insides, my muscles tightening as he claims my heart and soul with one brutal thrust. Tears prick at the back of my eyes, yet all I can do is sink my nails deeper into his flesh, marking him as he marks me.
A cry of desperation, of pain lodges itself in my throat.
It hurts so bad, like he’s trying to imprint himself on the inside of my body.
“Fuck,” he grunts, his fingers digging into my hips as he holds me in place. The searing pain dissipates as he pulls out but returns with a vengeance when he slams back inside me.
“Worth it, worth everything. So tight, so warm. Perfection.”
The air is driven from my lungs with the intensity of his thrusts, and while pain registers in my mind, the chemical haze transforms the pain into something else—not quite pleasure, but a burning fullness that satisfies the desperate need to be filled. His cock stretches me beyond comfort, and the slight tear from my broken hymen adds an added burn to each thrust. In a way, it feels like he’s ripping me apart and putting me back together again.
“Mine,” he chants against my neck, teeth scraping the sensitive flesh. “Mine, mine, mine.” The more he says it, the more brutal his pace becomes. It’s like an animal has been unlasheed. He’s nothing like the controlled seduction I’d imagined during years of secret fantasies. This is possession, pure and raw.
“Aries.” I don’t know if I’m saying his name to stop him or tell him to keep going, but my body has a mind of its own. I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist involuntarily encouraging him to go deeper, to claim me as deeply as he can.