Chapter 20: Scream for me. Let me hear how much it hurts
He stood, his hands moving to his belt.
No. She couldn’t take another....
"Please," she gasped. "Please, I can’t....I’m too sore...."
"I know." He freed himself from his pants, his cock hard and ready. "You’re going to take me anyway."
He positioned himself at her entrance.
"This is going to hurt," he said matter-of-factly. "You’re already swollen and oversensitive. Adding me to what my brothers did is going to push you past your limit."
She stared up at him with wide, terrified eyes.
"But you’re going to endure it," he continued, his voice still that same cold control. "Because that’s what you agreed to. Because that’s what payment means."
He pushed inside.
Slow this time. Agonizingly slow. Giving her every inch with deliberate, measured control.
It hurt worse than before somehow. The slow stretch more devastating than the brutal slams. She could feel every inch of him, every place where her body protested, every spot that was too tender to be touched.
"Breathe," he commanded.
She tried. Failed. Tried again.
When he was fully seated inside her, he stopped. Held completely still.
"Look at me."
She forced her eyes to focus on his face.
Those silver eyes were inches from hers. Intense. Burning. Completely focused on her.
"You’re mine tonight," he said quietly. "Not Sebastian’s. Not Lucian’s. Mine. Do you understand?"
She nodded, unable to speak.
"Words."
"I understand," she gasped.
"Good."
He started moving.
It was not the brutal pounding his brothers had used. But slow, deep strokes that felt like they were reaching her soul. Each thrust was controlled and precise, hitting spots inside her that made her vision blur.
Gentle and brutal at the same time.
Devastating in a completely different way than his brothers had been.
His mouth moved to her breast, taking her nipple between his lips. Sucking hard. Like he was trying to draw milk from her even though there was none to give.
The sensation was overwhelming. His cock moving inside her with that slow, relentless rhythm. His mouth on her breast, sucking and biting. His hands gripping her hips, holding her exactly where he wanted her.
"You’re gripping me so tight," he murmured against her breast. "Like you don’t want to let me go."
She didn’t. God help her, her body didn’t want him to stop even though it hurt, even though she was crying, even though this was breaking her in new ways.
His pace increased slightly. Still controlled but harder now. Deeper.
His teeth grazed her nipple before biting down...not hard enough to damage but hard enough to make her scream.
"That’s it," he said, his voice finally losing some of that cold control. "Scream for me. Let me hear how much it hurts. How good it hurts."
She was sobbing openly now, overwhelmed by sensation, by pain and pleasure mixing until she couldn’t tell them apart.
Nicholas’s hand moved between their bodies, found her clit, pressed down.
"Come for me," he commanded. "One more time. Show me you belong to me."
The orgasm ripped through her like lightning.
She came screaming, her whole body convulsing beneath him, her pussy clamping down on his cock with devastating force.
Nicholas kept moving through it, his control finally fracturing as he chased his own release.
"Mine," he growled, his hips slamming forward one final time. "You’re mine."
He came deep inside her, adding his cum to his brothers’, filling her until she felt it leaking out around his cock even though he was still buried inside her.
When he finally stilled, she was completely destroyed.
Unable to move. Unable to speak. Just lying there on his desk, thoroughly claimed by all three brothers.
Nicholas pulled out slowly, carefully.
Cum immediately leaked out of her, dripping onto his expensive desk.
He looked down at the mess with satisfaction.
"Perfect," he murmured.
Then he did something unexpected.
He gathered her into his arms, lifting her off the desk with surprising gentleness.
Carried her to one of the leather chairs near the fireplace.
Sat down with her in his lap.
Held her while she trembled and sobbed quietly against his chest.
His hand moved to her hair, stroking it with an almost tender touch that felt completely at odds with everything that had just happened.
"You survived day one," he said quietly. "All three of us. That’s more than most could handle."
She said nothing, because she had no words left.
"Rest," he commanded. "I’ll have Mrs. Hallowell take you back to your room in a few minutes."
She closed her eyes and tried not to think about the fact that this was only day one.
Only the beginning.
Twenty-nine more days to go.
***
Lilith woke to sensation.
Not sound. Not light. Just pure, overwhelming sensation between her legs.
Her eyes flew open, disoriented, her body jerking in shock.
Golden eyes stared up at her from between her thighs.
Lucian.
His mouth was on her pussy, tongue working her with devastating precision, his hands gripping her thighs to keep them spread wide while she was still half-asleep and confused.
"What...." she gasped.
He didn’t stop. Didn’t even pause. Just kept eating her like a man starving, his tongue circling her clit, dipping inside her, tasting every inch of her.
"Good morning, little omega," he said against her flesh, his breath hot and filthy. "Did you really think you’d get to sleep in?"
She tried to close her legs instinctively.
His grip tightened, holding them open with bruising force.
"No," he said sharply. "You keep these legs spread for me. I’m not done tasting you."
Lilith’s hands fisted in the sheets, her body still sore and aching from yesterday, her mind struggling to catch up to what was happening.
Lucian’s mouth was relentless.
He sucked her clit between his lips, flicking it with his tongue, making her hips jerk involuntarily. His fingers joined....three this time, stretching her, filling her, fucking her while his mouth worked magic on her sensitive flesh.
"You taste different in the morning," he murmured, pulling back just enough to speak. "Sleepy and soft and absolutely delicious."
