Page 20 of Created in Chaos
I cover his mouth with my hand, keeping his words locked away, then say, “No, that’s from your brother making me come while you just watched.”
His eyes go from a lazy gaze to a glint of defiant steel, but he doesn’t try to dislodge my hand. I’m poking at him, and I know it, but there is something about Lucian that sets my teeth on edge. Maybe it’s from the fact that I wanted him to like me from the first moment I laid eyes on him, even after he was a jerk to me, or maybe it’s because he thinks he can do whatever his black heart desires…if he even has one. Either way, he drives me insane.
“I can feel how hard you are, though, for a dirty little gutter slut like me.”
His hands land on my hips, and he squeezes until it’s just shy of painful. I make no move to show the slight ache. I’m tired of being treated like I’m defective and broken. When he swipes his tongue across my palm, I remove my hand from his mouth and rub it down my thigh in a knee-jerk reaction.
“Lamb, we both know you never belonged in the gutter, and as for the slut part… Let me see what I can do.” Without warning, he rolls me over until I’m flat on my back and he’s leaning over me while still being pressed between my thighs. The gasp I release is understandable, but the soft moan feels like a betrayal to myself.
“I should have smothered you while I had the chance.” I try to sound like I’m not affected, but it’s an utter failure.
I feel the bed shift as Nox comes over to sit near my head. I could look to him for help, but I doubt he would offer much in the way of aid right now, plus I don’t want to give his evil twin the satisfaction.
“We need to set ground rules first, pet,” he continues as if he didn’t just turn the tables on me with barely any effort. “You will not touch or even think about anyone else. You will only ever be our little whore.”
I want to be incensed at the word, but it creates a completely different emotion. A wave of desire floods my system, but I do everything I can to hide it. This isn’t normal. Why the heck would I like him calling me names and degrading me?
“While you can mess around with anyone you like? I think not, pretty boy.”
A dark chuckle rumbles up from Lucian’s chest as he presses me farther into the mattress. “You don’t like that thought, do you? Thinking about us fucking someone else, sliding inside them, and making them beg for more? Letting them touch us…please us?”
I start to struggle to get out from under him, but Lucian just grabs my hands and pins me to the bed with his weight and strength. Apparently, I found my line. Calling me a whore is perfectly okay, but making me listen to him talk about being with someone else is a hard no.
“Lucian,” Nox warns.
“Settle, lamb, you’re worrying my brother.” His lips graze my earlobe, and I get goose bumps from his heated words.
My entire body is tight with tension, but I stop trying to escape, since there’s no point. Lucian could and probably will do anything he wants to me. Maybe I’ll hate him then. It’s sad that I’m still not sure.
“What if we promise to only slide inside your pretty little cunt, lamb? Would that make you feel better?”
“Pfff,” I scoff to hide just how much I like the sound of that, even if I don’t necessarily trust him. “You haven’t even seen my… It could be hideous,” I deflect.
Lucian buries his face in my neck and chuffs with laughter. When he finally stops snickering, he says, “In that case, I think an inspection is in order. Don’t you, Nox?”
“I don’t give a fuck what it looks like. I’m more of a tactile person, and I bet she feels divine.” The brother I’ve always thought of as sweet makes me second-guess his nature.
“Yes, I think a hands-on approach is a good idea. Mind getting her pants off? I’m a little preoccupied.” Lucian begins kissing his way down my neck as he moves to straddle my waist, never once releasing his grip on my wrists.
My eyes close as I tip my head back to give him better access. There’s something to be said for his attention to detail. I feel every inch of his lips and teeth pressing into my skin. I know my throat will be a map of bites and bruises, but these are so much better than the others I’ve recently gotten.
When I feel fingers at my waistband, I suck in my stomach. I don’t think I really expected Nox to remove my pants, but I should have. Lucian leans forward a little more to give his brother room.
I have this niggling urge to stop them, but then Lucian bites the side of my neck and all thoughts of resisting shatter with my willpower.
LUCIAN
Her pulse flutters like butterfly wings, while mine pounds with the steady ache of my cock in my pants. I haven’t had to work for sex, physically or verbally, in a long fucking time, and I have to admit I love the chase and getting her all worked up, so she can’t hide the soft little sounds she makes or the arch of her body begging for more. Nothing about her is faked or exaggerated to make me want her. I just fucking want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.
After leaving my mark all over her neck, I move down to her tits, which means I have to slide my hands down her arms a little, but she doesn’t try to move, even as I lighten my grip. When I wrap my lips around her nipple and suck, her back comes clear off the bed. She’s fucking gorgeous, with her face all flushed pink and her hair wild against my sheets.
I feel her shift to the left and right, helping Nox get her pants off. The moment I know he’s done, I put my knee back between her legs, but I don’t cover her body with mine yet. I need to see her, and no matter what she said, there’s no way she would be anything less than perfect to me.
My lamb tries to close her thighs when I look down, but I stop her with a quick hand on her thigh.
“Well, shit,” I mumble, getting my first look at her pussy. It’s puffy, creating the perfect cleft between her legs, but that’s not what has me running my mouth. She has a little patch of hair over her pubic bone. It’s trimmed short and a shade or two lighter than the hair on her head. My dick aches with the need to be inside her and feel her against me. I’ve never fucked a girl who wasn’t bare, not even my first lay. She was a good five years older than me, a student at the college, and she didn’t care that I was a hell of a lot younger. My name and looks got me between her eager thighs.
Nova pushes my shoulder and tries to crawl up the bed to get away from me, but I grip her thigh to keep her in place. When I finally pull my gaze away from the part of her body currently mesmerizing me, I notice her pinched features.