Arranged love

Tears spill down the sides of my face, and my mouth screams from being open so wide, but he doesn’t stop.

His body straddles my chest. Finding it hard to breathe through my nose,

I feel the room spin faster. My vision going blurry.

He thrusts harder, faster, and his hands tighten on my wrists. I know they’ll be bruised tomorrow.

I don’t give two shits.

Suddenly, he pulls out, and I suck in a breath, my chest heaving.

He rips my thong down my legs, and I almost cry in relief.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Then grabbing my arm, he yanks me up and onto all fours. Lifting my heavy head, I look up to see Emilee completely naked now, straddling Bones facing us while he still lounges behind her on the couch. His hands grip her narrow hips as she rides him. Her hair sticks to her slick face and chest. I watch shamelessly as she bounces on his cock. Her cum dripping down his balls and onto the leather couch.

“Spread your legs,” Luca orders before he slaps me on the ass.

I whimper but do as he says.

He comes up behind me. He shoves two fingers into my soaked pussy, and I cry out. Then he pulls them out just as quickly and replaces them with his cock. He grips a handful of hair and yanks my head back. “Watch him fuck her while I fuck you.” His legs spread mine farther apart, making my thighs burn.

Emilee reaches up and grabs her breasts, her lips parting. Bones releases her hips and pulls her arms back, sliding his forearm between them and her back to lock her arms in place. His free hand comes up and wraps around her throat, pulling her head back. I hear her take in a strangled breath. Her tits bounce, her hair covers half her face. I watch her body tense and her lips part before she’s coming all over him again.

“That’s it, Em. How many times will you come for me tonight?” he growls, not letting up.

I look at him. Bones no longer wears a shirt, and I catch sight of a tattoo on his chiseled chest. A crown hangs off the side of a skull. A set of crossbones below it. And I know it stands for Kings.

The Dark Kings.

“Haven?”

I jump back at the sound of my name. My head whips to look at Luca. His eyes narrow on me, and I feel my face heat with embarrassment. Was I just checking out Bones? Fuck, I hope I didn’t say anything. Or moan at the memory.

Shit!

I clench my thighs because I didn’t put any underwear on, and now my pussy is wet.

“Will you give me and my fiancée a minute?” Luca asks tightly.

My heart flutters at him calling me that. It’s the first time he’s said it out loud.

Bones doesn’t say anything, but his shoulder brushes mine as he walks out and slams the door shut. I flinch at the sound.

“Luca-”

“I was in the middle of a meeting,” he interrupts me. “What is it that you need?”

My hands fist. “I wanted to …” I pause ’cause I’m not sure what I wanted. Did I expect him to love me after last night? Did I expect him to bring me breakfast in bed? Or whisk me away on a plane to a private island? I’m not sure what I thought.

“Nothing,” I settle on, not sure what to say. Now ashamed.

He stands, buttoning his suit jacket, and then walks around his desk. I go to leave, but he reaches out and grabs my upper arm, pulling me into him.

“Luca …”

“Do you need me to fuck you?” he asks, cupping my face. “Is that why you came barging in here?” His eyes roam my disheveled hair and the oversized T-shirt I wear. I didn’t know there would always be so many people here at the house. Now I know to always be covered up when I leave the bedroom.

“No.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “Are you sure? Because you were looking at Bones like you were in the mood for dick.”

I swallow nervously and look away from him.

He grips my chin and forces my attention back up at him. “Is that what you want, Haven?” He lets go of my chin and trails his knuckles down my neck. “Want me to call Bones back in here so he can bend you over the desk and fuck you?”

My eyes narrow up at him, and my chest tightens.

His eyes darken. “Or maybe I should call him back in here so he can watch me fuck you.”

“Fuck you, Luca!” I shout, slamming my fists into his chest.

He grips my wrist and places my hand to his slacks. He’s hard, and my already wet pussy tightens. “Hmm?” he asks. “Were you remembering the time we watched him fuck Emilee?”

“Luca …” His name is whispered, and a slow smile spreads across his face. If he was guessing, he just got his answer.

He reaches down and raises the hem of his shirt that I wear. His brows rise when he sees I’m not wearing anything underneath. I close my eyes in embarrassment.

“You were thinking of him and her.”

“Luca …?”

“As much fun as that was, I want you to know that will never happen again, Haven,” he growls.

I nod.

“You belong to me. And I won’t share you. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Not with him. Not with anyone. I will be the only one to see you come. To see my cock in your mouth. Or in your pussy.”

“Please,” I beg, not sure what I’m begging for.

“You need me, baby? Is that why you barged in here?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer. He grips the back of my neck and shoves me over the desk. I breathe onto the surface as I hear him unzip his pants. He fucks me, violently. He doesn’t cover my mouth as I scream out his name, and I know he did it on purpose. He wanted the house to hear him dominate me. And I was one hundred percent okay with it.