Sweet Retribution (Ruthless Games Book 2)
Chapter 25

“Bedroom!” I gasp.

The word is barely out of my mouth before Marcus scoops me off the counter. The other two men are close behind us as he strides quickly down the hall toward the back of the house. My legs wrap around his waist as he palms my ass, and the fabric of his clothes feels scratchy against my bare, sensitized skin.

He pushes open the door to the guest room he’s been staying in and carries me inside. Ryland flicks on the light as Marcus deposits me on the bed, and all three men tug their clothes off quickly, each of them watching me intently as they do.

My heart bangs against my ribs as I watch them right back, my gaze darting between the three of them as I soak up the sight of their broad shoulders and muscular frames. Ryland’s tattoos shift as he shoves his pants down and kicks them off, and my greedy eyes take in every inch of the ink covering his body. He has full sleeves on both arms, and the tattoos that I’ve seen on his neck trail down to cover his entire torso and back.

They’re beautiful.

A hungry look enters his eyes as he feels my gaze burning a path over his body, and he crawls up onto the bed as the other two finish undressing. His large, muscled form hovers over mine as he kisses the fuck out of me, and then he grabs my hips and rolls us over so that he’s beneath me.

His thick cock is trapped between our bodies, and I slide up and down the length of it a few times, soaking up his reaction as I coat his shaft in my wetness. Then I lift up a little and reach down to line him up with my entrance before sinking down, taking him inside me slowly until our pelvises are pressed flush together.

The mattress shifts as Marcus and Theo join us, but I can’t look away from Ryland’s burning hazel irises as I slowly rise up and sink back down. His hands grip my hips, but he lets me dictate the pace as I replace the rhythm that makes my body sing.

My head falls back a little, and I let out a little gasp of surprise when I feel Marcus behind me. The warmth of his chest brushes against my back as he reaches around to play with my breasts, tormenting my nipples until I start grinding harder against Ryland. All three of us groan, and I hear Theo’s rough chuckle from beside me as he watches us.

I already came twice tonight, but my body feels insatiable. The enormity of everything that’s happened, of what these men did for me, has made me acutely aware of the knife’s edge we live on.

There are no guarantees of safety or happily ever afters.

Tomorrow may never fucking come.

All we have is this today, this precious moment in time, and I’m not going to waste it.

My back arches as Ryland’s thumb replaces my clit, and Marcus growls as he feels my body shudder. He leans over me, flattening my chest against Ryland’s and trapping his hand been us.

I’m still soaked from earlier, and as Ryland fucks me from below, Marcus’s cock slides between my ass cheeks, slick with my arousal.

He groans, nipping at my ear. “I’m going to fuck you here too one day, angel. I want your gorgeous ass. I want every single bit of you.”

My pussy clenches. I replace Ryland’s lips, kissing him hard as Marcus’s filthy promise makes heat throb in my veins.

“Fuck,” Ryland grunts, his fingers working my clit as he drives up into me from below. His hand is trapped between our bodies, so he has limited range of motion, but it hardly matters. The feel of his thick cock filling me, of Marcus’s shaft sliding between my cheeks, of their solid bodies encasing me, is enough to drive me insane.

Their thrusts grow harder and wilder, and I feel Ryland thicken inside me as he curses again. Marcus catches my chin, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss as Ryland bites down on my neck, flooding my womb with his cum.

They switch again, and Ryland’s kiss is gentler this time as his hips pulse up into mine, drawing out the last waves of his orgasm.

I lose myself in the firm press of his lips and his spicy sandalwood scent for a moment. It mingles so perfectly with the clean scent of Marcus’s skin and the hint of leather, and I think I could get high on it if I breathe it in deeply enough.

With one last kiss, Ryland pulls out of me, scooting upward on the bed as Marcus wraps his hands around my waist and brings me upright. We’re both on our knees, my back molded to his front, and he reaches down with one hand to guide himself inside me.

My pussy clenches around the intrusion as Ryland’s cum drips down my inner thigh. My body, so close to the peak already, shudders as Marcus brushes his fingers over my clit.

Theo is still watching us, his hand wrapped around his shaft as his fist slides up and down in deliberately slow movements.

“Do you know how much it turned me on watching you suck Theo’s cock?” Marcus murmurs, and I groan, struggling to keep my eyes open as heat infuses my body. “It turned me on watching you kiss him in the alley that night too. It drove me fucking crazy. Do you want to drive me crazy again? Do you want to drive him crazy?”

Marcus’s voice is low, but I know Theo hears him. The blond man grunts, his fist moving a little faster as his gaze drops down to where Marcus’s cock slides slowly in and out of me. Then he looks back up at my face, and as soon as our eyes lock, I nod.

Theo’s dimple appears as a sinful grin curves his lips. He moves closer, releasing his grip on his swollen cock to cradle my face in his hands as he kisses me. I can feel his hardness pressing against my stomach, and the sensation of once again being sandwiched between two muscled bodies makes me feel both wild and safe at the same time.

I have a sudden desperate urge to feel them both inside me at once. To be truly shared between them, filled by both of them.

To be completely overtaken by them.

As if he can guess what I’m thinking, Marcus grabs my hips and thrusts a little deeper, making me gasp into Theo’s mouth.

Theo chuckles. Then he breaks away and moves back a bit, lying down on the mattress with his head resting on a pillow. His cock juts up from his body, a bead of precum slowly seeping from the slit at the tip as his piercing glints in the light. He grins at me, and the playfulness and desire in his expression makes my stomach clench as I lean forward.

It’s a little awkward with only one hand, but both men help me as I hinge at the waist, bracing myself on the bed so I can wrap my lips around Theo’s shaft. Ryland helps support my right side, playing with my breasts and nipping at my shoulder as he does.

When Marcus begins to thrust inside me again, I bob my head up and down on Theo’s cock in the same tempo, letting saliva drip down the length of him as I swirl my tongue over his smooth, hot skin.

“Shit. Fuck, Rose, you’re beautiful like this.”

Theo’s voice is strained, and I tilt my head a little to look at him, peering up through my eyelashes. He’s watching me with awe, with fierce lust, as if he’s never been so turned on in his life.

I want that to be true. I want this to be the best he’s ever had.

I want him to be ruined.

Addicted.

As completely lost as I am.

Our rhythm picks up, the sound of their baritone groans and my soft, muffled whimpers filling the room. When my orgasm hits, I have to work hard not to scrape Theo’s cock with my teeth as my body bucks and jerks.

“Fuck. I’m gonna come. Jesus, Rose, I’m gonna—”

He palms the back of my head, thrusting up into my mouth as warm, salty liquid hits the back of my throat. I swallow, groaning around him, and the sight of us coming apart is too much for Marcus. His hands dig into my hips, his pelvis slapping against me as he drives in hard and deep for a few strokes. Then he stills, grinding his hips against my ass as he jerks and pulses inside me.

My arm is shaking. My entire body is buzzing, electric with pleasure and weak from exhaustion at the same time. Thank fuck for Ryland’s grip on me, or I’d probably face-plant on Theo’s cock. He helps me up, and Marcus presses a sloppy, dazed kiss to my temple before pulling out of me. We all tumble into a pile on the bed, and I lose track of whose limbs are where as Ryland kisses me and Theo runs a hand down my spine.

I’m breathless and sated.

I’m also sticky and sweaty, smeared with cum and small streaks of blood, thoroughly fucked by three men.

But as we lie together, our bodies shifting against each other as we all try to catch our breath, I don’t feel dirty.

I feel purified.

I feel whole.