Chapter 53 Chapter Fifty-three
Serena
My eyes rolled to the back of my head the moment Saint pushed his cock all the way inside me.
It was with only one thrust, but he was so deep inside me.
A broken, guttural moan tore from my throat as my walls stretched around his girth, fluttering helplessly around the invasion.
“Fuuuuck…” I gasped, my breaths coming out in heavy pants.
Saint stayed buried to the hilt, not moving yet, giving me time to adjust to the feel of the both of them inside me.
Then they began to move.
“Oh!” I broke apart on the sound, and Sin’s mouth curved like he enjoyed every second of it.
Like this was what he’d been waiting for. Me trembling. Me breathless. Me caught between them with nowhere left to run.
Saint’s hand tightened on my hip as they moved inside me, holding me exactly where they wanted me. Behind me, in front of me, all around me, they crowded every inch of air until it felt impossible to breathe without taking them in too.
I should have been overwhelmed. I was, which was the worst part. How badly I wanted it. How much I craved it.
Sin's thrusts were sharper than Saint's. Two of them were in sync, but Sin's angle was wicked.
“You feel that?” he asked, slipping out about three inches only to slam back inside me. “That’s what happens when you tempt us.”
A shiver ripped through me.
Saint’s lips brushed my throat, softer than Sin’s voice, more dangerous because of it. “You asked for this, Serena.”
It was true, I did, maybe not with words. But with the way I stayed. The way I looked at them. The way I kept letting them pull more and more of me apart until there was nothing left untouched.
Saint used one knee to turn me to one side, and I let out a startled moan when they started fucking me deeper and faster.
When I looked down at my stomach, my face flushed bright scarlet red. My breasts were bouncing with reckless abandon, and Sin's eyes were on them, too.
“She still thinks she can pretend,” he mused.
Saint’s breath warmed the side of my neck. “No more pretending, Serena. I think we've moved past that.”
My pulse stumbled. Every word they said felt less like teasing and more like a trap closing shut around me.
And God help me, I was leaning into it.
“Look at me, Serena.” Sin's voice was hoarse, I bet it was from grunting and groaning.
I did. I shouldn’t have.
There was something in his expression that made my stomach tighten. Something too…. intense. Like he had already decided I was theirs and was only waiting for me to stop lying to myself about it.
These men were absolutely unraveling me, making me come undone.
“That’s better,” he said quietly. “I want you watching while we ruin you.”
Heat surged through me so fast it made my knees weak. Thank God I wasn't standing. I would have collapsed a long time ago.
“You’re shaking,” Saint murmured, pausing midthrust when I started to tremble.
I let out a broken breath. “You’re too much.”
Sin laughed softly, but there was nothing kind in it. “And still not enough.”
Saint kissed the corner of my jaw. “Tell us to stop.”
The room went still. Sin paused to study me, probably fearing I was about to pass out or something.
They both knew I wouldn’t ask them to stop. That was the cruelty of it. The obsession. The game they played with such perfect precision. They kept handing me the illusion of control only to watch me give it back.
Freely. Again and again.
“I’m waiting,” Saint said.
His tone stayed smooth, but the pressure of his hand on my waist deepened just slightly. A reminder. A command tucked inside a question.
Sin’s stare never left my face.
Every second stretched. I could feel what they were doing. Making me say it. Making me own it. Making me stand in the center of all this heat and hunger and admit the truth.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I whispered.
Sin closed his eyes for half a second like the words hit him somewhere deep.
When he opened them again, the darkness there had sharpened.
“No,” he said. “You don’t.”
Saint’s mouth brushed my ear. “Good girl.”
That one phrase undid something inside me.
It was humiliating how much it affected me. How fast it stripped me down to instinct and surrender and need. My body betrayed me instantly.
Sin noticed. Damn, he noticed everything.
“See?” He sounded satisfied with himself. “She hears one word of praise and falls apart for us.”
I should have denied it, but I couldn’t speak.
Saint didn’t deny it either. “Because she was made for this.”
This very thought should have terrified me. Instead it bloomed in the center of my chest.
“Say my name,” Sin said, resuming his thrusts.
I stared at him.
“Sin.”
“Again.”
My lips parted. “Sin.”
He exhaled slowly, like hearing it from me soothed some violent thing inside him and fed it at the same time.
Saint started to move inside me again. “Mine too.”
My eyes fell shut.
“No.” Sin’s fingers pinched my nipple just enough to bring me back. “Eyes open.”
I obeyed before I even realized I was doing it.
Saint’s laugh was quiet behind me.“Look how easy she obeys when she’s like this.”
“I could get used to it,” Sin said.
Something in the way he said it made my pulse trip. Like if he had his way, I’d spend the rest of my life exactly like this, breathless, pinned between them, answering when called, unraveling under their voices.
Saint’s lips touched my temple. “You think too much.”
I almost laughed at that, except my thoughts really had started blurring. Everything was sensation and voice and heat and the awful, delicious pressure of being watched so closely by two men who saw too much.
I was really close to coming when Sin broke it by saying, “Do you like being overwhelmed? Outnumbered? Held down by something bigger than you?”
I should have lied. Saint’s hands found my breasts and squeezed gently. “Tell him.”
My face burned from shyness.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Sin’s eyes darkened. I loved it when his eyes did that.
“Yes, what?”
The words scraped out of me. I said yes, didn't I? Now I had to prove it. “I like it.”
Saint’s mouth found the sensitive place below my ear. “Like what?”
I made a helpless sound.
Sin didn’t let me look away. “Use your words, Serena.”
I finally broke. It was better to give them the whole truth.
“I like when you take over,” I admitted, my voice barely louder than my breath.
Sin looked like I had just handed him something he had no business wanting this much.
Saint let out a shaky breath, his cock now moving at a frantic pace that told me his orgasm was close.
I followed right over the edge, screaming their names over and over, like an unrehearsed script.
By the time my head dropped back against Saint’s shoulder again, I was shaking too hard to hide it.
Sin watched me with open hunger. “She’s gone soft for us.”
Saint’s hand stroked slowly over my side, soothing the exact places they’d both set on fire.
“No,” he said quietly. “She’s gone honest.”
“You didn’t get to come,” I whispered breathlessly as Sin slowly withdrew his glistening cock from my pussy, strings of my cum connecting us both until he slid his hand over himself to wipe it off.
He gave me a teasing, wicked smile, his eyes still dark with hunger.
“As much as I’d love to, I don’t want to send you to the land of our ancestors.” He winked.
I reached for him anyway, my fingers brushing his slick, still-hard length, but he stepped back with a low chuckle.
“I can still take you,” I said, biting my lower lip and sucking my finger into my mouth just to torment him.
Saint groaned right against my ear, his grip on my waist tightening.
“You’re a fucking temptress, you know that?”
Sin parted his lips, about to say something related to the finger in my mouth, when the loud, insistent ringing of his phone cut through the room.
He cursed under his breath and walked across the room to grab it, his heavy cock swinging heavily between his thighs with every step.
“It’s yours,” he muttered disappointedly, turning and tossing the phone toward Saint.
I tried to scramble out of the way in sudden panic, but Saint’s strong arm banded around my waist, holding me firmly in place on his lap.
He caught the phone with his free hand and answered it just before it stopped ringing.
“Hello?” Saint said, his voice still rough from sex.
It was my aunt’s voice on the other end.
“Hello, Mr. Rivers.”
The temperature in the room dropped instantly.