Love In Brutal Devotion: (The Brutal Duet Book 2), page 4
“Cover your cock and fuck them.” His steely eyes latch on to Cole as he uses my panties to cover his cock, then frantically jerks himself off with them.
“Play with your pussy, beauty. Open up and let us see where we’re putting our cum.”
“Oh god.” I moan at his filthy mouth while using both hands to open my slick folds, exposing myself to them. Their eyes burn into me.
“Please,” I beg as my fingers find my clit and move with vigor.
Lucas stands and walks toward the edge of the bed beside Cole. He pulls his T-shirt over his head and kicks his joggers to the side. Two gorgeous naked men stare at me, and I can’t help but suck in a sharp breath at the sight of them. My mind wanders at how incredible they look together, side by side.
“I want you to fuck her while I fuck her throat,” Lucas tells Cole without even sparing him a glance. “I want her head on the edge of the bed.”
“You want her on all fours?” Cole’s eyes light up while I try and figure out what he’s asking. He spins me to face the end of the bed.
They stare at one another; Lucas licks his lips in contemplation. “No.”
Cole smirks back at him while I rest my head on the edge of the bed. Lucas looms over me. His darkened eyes sear into me from above, and when Cole’s cock is positioned at my opening, I open my mouth wide to accept Lucas’s cock.
I close my eyes on a moan as he gently pushes his cock into my mouth, giving me a chance to accept him all the way into the back of my throat. The position is new to me, but I’m also conscious it’s all new to Lucas too, and the fact he is finally able to live out all his fantasies with me makes my pussy clench with expectation.
He hisses through his teeth, and his body tightens above me.
“Fuck her hard!” he spits the words to Cole who, up until now, hasn’t so much as moved an inch as though waiting for instruction.
Cole
I watch in awe as Lucas slides his cock into her mouth. Her face is partially covered by his body, but her throat is accepting him perfectly, like she was made for him. Made for us.
I rest the tip of my cock at her entrance until Lucas gives me the green light, because I know the second I push into her, I’ll have no choice but to fuck her quickly. Already my cock is excited at the thought of coming deep inside her, filling her tender hole with enough cum to make her pregnant. I rest my palm on her flat stomach, and when Lucas grunts, my eyes snap up toward his. We share a look, both completely enthralled at the prospect of her being pregnant with our child.
Since our talk earlier, I’ve become obsessed with the thought of Tia being pregnant with my baby. Or even Lucas’s. It would be ours and a guaranteed way to keep us together, one way or another.
I slide inside her with that thought in mind. Her warm pussy walls are already tight and wet with arousal, and she clenches me, drawing me in further and making me have to bite my cheek to stop myself from fucking her hard and fast like a feral animal.
“Play with your tits while we fuck you.” Lucas’s firm, demanding voice pulls my gaze toward him. His back is straight as he slides lazily in and out of her throat. Fuck me, that’s hot.
Tia pushes her tits together, and like a magnet to her nipples, my lips swoop down and suckle one into my mouth. I flick the ball of my piercing over her peak, and she moans around Lucas’s cock.
“Oh fuck. More,” he begs.
I slam into her as he closes his eyes and withdraws his cock. It’s covered in Tia’s saliva, rock hard, and begging for release with pre-cum dripping onto her face. They both pant before he shoves himself back in mercilessly, making her gag and causing his lips to tip into a dark, menacing grin.
My hands move up to her throat, banding around her like a coiled viper. “Fuck. I can feel you, brother.” I pant as I slam into her and effectively push him deeper inside her. I move my hands up and down her throat, like I jerk my cock. It feels like he’s fucking my hands, and it makes me hungry for the real thing. To feel him and touch him until he snaps.
I squeeze her throat harder, feeling the bulge of his cock down the column of her neck.
“Sooo fucking good.” Lucas pants with clenched teeth. Then he withdraws before he slams back inside, ignoring her splutters.
My balls draw up as our gazes—both filled with desire—lock on one another’s.
Both completely devoted to her.
To us.
I squeeze tighter and throw my head back when she convulses around me, my cock pumping deep inside her, each spurt of my cum an opportunity to impregnate her.
“Oh fuck.” I slam inside again. “Fuck, yes.”
“Tighter, grip it tighter,” Lucas chokes out as his cock swells beneath my fingers.
She swallows him down, and I watch in rapture as Lucas comes with my fingers gripping her neck.
His cock.
Chapter
Seven
Rage
I watch her without her even realizing I’m here, hidden in the shadows of the corridor. She sings along to some music she has playing in her earbuds, and her head bops along with it. She’s beautiful, absolutely fucking mesmerizing, and my heart stutters at the thought of having her here.
I’ve waited so long for this, and now, she’s finally here, but I feel like it’s being stolen from me. They stole her from me, and I hate them all.
She’s so close, yet so far away, and I ache with need for her.
Thalia sighs heavily as she drops the pencil to the table. Clearly, she’s hit a stumbling block of some sort. She tugs the earbuds out and throws them on the table before she gets up and walks toward the refrigerator.
I stride toward her with the need to touch her, to pull her into me, and to tell her I’ll help her figure out whatever shit she’s struggling with, but when I notice the bite mark on her shoulder, anger boils inside me. Rage.
I grip her shoulder and spin her around roughly, too roughly, making her stumble and her ass hit the counter. I grip onto the counter on each side of her, blocking her in. Her chest heaves in shock, and her face flushes at our proximity.
“Who gave you the bite mark?” My tone is menacing, deadly.
She swallows. “I . . . I . . . I’m not sure.”
My eyes slam closed, and I breathe through my nostrils to try and control my raging temper over the fact that she doesn’t even know who the fuck marked her.
They snap open with venom. “Such a fucking whore.”
She winces at my words, and I ignore the tremble passing through her.
“Get on your knees.”
Her mouth drops open in shock, and I almost want to laugh at the irony of it.
“Thalia, get on your fucking knees.”
I talk slow to her; it’s dark, calculated, and laced in hate. Because that’s what she does to me. She brings out my darkness and drowns in it with me.
“What’s wrong, baby? I’m not good enough for you?” I purposely make my tone sarcastic and mocking. I’m trying to hurt her; I’m trying to push her. I want her to know how much I hate her.
Her teary eyes meet mine. “Is that what you want, Jace? Is that what you need to feel better? To stop the hurting?” She drops to her knees between me and the counter, and her mouth snaps open for me to use.
My pulse races. Is this what I want? To use her like this? As I stare down at the beautiful girl before me, guilt slices into my heart, but it’s quickly diminished when I see their mark on her.
I mask my feelings with a sneer and unbuckle my jeans with haste before I change my mind. Lifting my heavy cock from my boxers, excitement builds inside me when she widens her eyes. I’ve grown a lot since the last time Thalia took me in her mouth, and I marvel at the thought of her touching me like that again. I stare down at her on her knees worshipping me. So fucking beautiful.
I hold the tip of my cock to her lips. “Kiss it.”
She glares at me before moving forward and doing just that. My balls draw up at her tender touch, and it angers me that I feel like coming already.
“Lick the slit.”
Her tongue does as I instruct, and my eyes roll at the overwhelming sensation. Fuck me, she’s incredible.
Gripping her hair tightly in one hand and my cock in the other, I feed myself into her mouth. Her warm slick tongue dances over my sensitive head, and when she runs her tongue over my slit again, I grind my teeth in desperation. I quickly withdraw, my chest panting.
This is what she does to me; she makes me lose control. She’s already stolen my mind, and now, she’s stealing my control too.
She’s taken every. Fucking. Thing. From. Me.
I slam into her and withdraw.
“Fucking.” Slam. “Hate.” Withdraw. “You.” Slam.
I’m on the verge of coming, so I quickly withdraw, and like the bastard I am, I jerk my cock over her face, my balls tightening so fucking hard it hurts. I come with a roar, spilling my cum over her beautiful face, marking her as mine.
I stare at her face mixed with cum and tears, and my heart aches. Cole is right when he calls her beauty. But she’s mine!
I pull back and quickly tuck my cock away. Avoiding the hurt in her eyes, I go for the kill, because I just can’t seem to help myself. “Tell your boyfriends they’re welcome to lick it up.”
I storm out of the apartment and head toward the club with the need to let off some aggression before I lose my goddamn mind.
Tia
Lucas has been in his office all day, and Cole has been at the gym. Apparently, he’s training some guy for a fight tonight, so he’ll be home late.
After Jace used me this morning in the kitchen, I made a pact with myself that I wouldn’t allow it to happen again. He can’t keep treating me the way he is. As much as he’s hurting, I am too. But I can’t carry on like this, and the thought of bringing Harper here while this turmoil is happening terrifies me.
I’ve even started to think about getting my own place but then I know I’ll be hurting Cole and Lucas. Either way, we’re screwed, and someone will get hurt.
I place Cole’s socks in his drawer and turn when I hear the door click shut. I expect to see Lucas standing there, but instead, I’m met with a bloodied Jace. My lip wobbles when I take in his face. His lip is split, and his eye is swollen. I scan his body and find his knuckles are busted too. I suck in a sharp breath as emotion clogs my throat.
“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t get upset, baby.” Jace’s gentle tone is completely unlike the one from earlier; it’s like before . . . I wince at the memory.
His hand breezes over my arm, causing goose bumps to cover my body like a second skin. I haven’t realized I’m crying until Jace drags his thumb over my cheek and wipes away the tears. The tender act tugs at my heart, and I ache for the Jace of my past.
The moment between us is heavy but short-lived when he takes a step back, disconnecting from the tender moment, disconnecting from me.
He drags a hand through his hair “You, err . . . you fancy wrapping these?” He stretches out his hands with a playful smile, one that lights up his whole face and sends flutters running through me.
“Of course.” I nod toward the bathroom, and he follows me inside.
Jace pulls himself up to sit on the counter. He watches me closely as I gather up the cream, bandages, and tape for his ruined knuckles.
I rip open the bandage and place it down on the counter. Taking a hold of his hand, I take in his tattoos, even his fingers are covered with the words “Heart Broke” written across them. Pain lances my chest, and my body stills at the reminder of what we became for one another. Pain.
I gently smear the cream over his knuckles.
“I remember you used to do this a lot for me.” He chuckles sadly.
My spine straightens at the reminder of our past, how quickly Jace would move to protect me.
“Remember the time I kicked that dipshit Derek’s ass who asked you out on a date?”
I giggle at the memory, biting into my lip. “It was not a date, it was to study.”
Jace laughs playfully and shakes his head.
“And his name was David, not Derek.”
He rolls his eyes. “What. The. Fuck. Ever. He wanted in your panties.”
I gasp in horror. “He was gay, Jace. Gay, meaning he didn’t want in my panties.”
He chokes on a mocking laugh. “That’s what he told you.”
I wrap his hands with the bandage tightly, one after the other.
“No, you just thought every guy was after me and my panties.”
“That’s because you’re fucking beautiful.”
I still at his words, my pulse races, and a flush creeps over my face as he scans over me, not a glimmer of hate in sight.
Only admiration. Devotion.
“Leave them.” His words are soft as they leave his lips on a gentle, heartfelt whisper, laced in a begging plea, making my heart constrict at the torment behind his voice.
His eyes implore mine, but I refuse to acknowledge the desperation behind his. He takes my hands in his. “Please, Thalia.”
I wince at his desperation.
I withdraw my hand and slide it down his sharp jawline. How I’ve longed to touch him once again. Jace leans into me, his dark eyes filled with love. I glance away, unable to see him want me so much.
My eyes blur with tears, and my body shakes with anxiousness as I rise to meet his face. I answer truthfully, knowing I’m going to hurt him all over again. “I can’t.”
He sucks in a sharp breath, his face crumbles, and his Adam’s apple bobs as he tugs his hands from mine.
Jumping down from the counter, he steps aside. “I get it. You prefer two cocks instead of one, right?” He’s back to hating me, and I steel myself for the vitriol about to come.
“I love them, Jace.”
He flinches.
“I love you too.” My eyes plead with his to make him realize how much I do care for him.
His lip trembles, then he sets his mask in place. “Me or them.”
I can’t respond. My mind won’t work. Is he really making me choose? Giving me an ultimatum?
“Me or them, Thalia?” His voice booms, making me startle. “Me. Or. Fucking. Them!”
It feels like my soul is being ripped from me; it’s being destroyed in front of my very eyes, and I’m powerless to do anything. The boy I fell in love with or the men I’ve grown to love?
Silence.
My heart thuds so in my chest so strong I can hear it in my ears.
“Them.”
My chest hurts with the strength behind my heartbeat leaving me breathless as I await his reaction.
He chokes, then licks his lips. His downcast head rises with a new purpose in mind. “Right.” I flinch at his brutal tone, the way his eyes bore into mine with malice. “Right,” he repeats as though talking to himself.
I move to comfort him, but he steps away. Turning, he leaves me alone in the bathroom, and finally, my knees buckle as I give way to devastation in a crumpled heap, knowing I’ve broken his heart all over again.
Chapter
Eight
Lucas
Tia picks at her meal, pushing the pasta from one side of the plate to the other. My fists clench with a need to comfort her, but I’m unsure how.
I don’t know what Rage said or did, but I know he hurt her, and the need to hurt him back is almost too much to bear.
We’ve been so close since he first came to live with us. He seemed to understand my demons and respected them like a true brother. Cole originally joked that we were brothers, but I saw the glimmer of hope—the need to have a family—in Rage’s eyes when he said it, because it was mirrored in mine.
He wanted to belong somewhere, he needed a family to love him, and he had that in us. The only thing missing was her.
I was determined to find her for him.
I just never expected us all to fall for her.
“Maybe I should move out?”
My heart jackknives. Absolutely fucking not. “No.”
“It hurts him, me being here, Lucas. I can’t hurt him.” Tears stream down her face. “It hurts me,” she admits.
“You’re not leaving. I’ll speak to him.” My tone leaves no room for argument, and she nods back at me, uncertainty coating her features.
Panic bubbles in my veins, and I clench my hand around my knife and stroke over the wood soothingly to reassure myself.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” I ask on a hopeful whim because I have no clue what to do right now.
Tia’s face breaks out into a delicate smile, already simmering the raging storm inside me. “Sure.”
I can’t focus on the movie, not at all. I need to fix this. For her. For him. Us.
Staring down at Tia’s face on my lap, I stroke over her silky hair again, loving being able to freely touch her like this. Tia whimpers in her sleep, and the sound makes my blood freeze with a need to protect and comfort her.
“It’s okay. I’ve got you,” I whisper, and at the sound of my voice, her body melts against mine, leaving me with a feeling of satisfaction.
“Shall we get you to bed?”
“Mm hm. Can you carry me?” She smiles with her eyes still closed, making me smile at her adorable response.
Tugging her to my chest, I rise to my feet and head toward Cole’s bedroom.
There’s a fumble at the apartment door, making my eyes shoot over toward it. It’s too early to be Cole, and when Jace went storming out earlier, I assumed he wouldn’t be back tonight. There’s giggling, and a bolt of awareness hits me. He wouldn’t, would he?
Tia slides down my chest, her feet landing on the wood floor with a thud as we stare at the doorway in shock.
Rage strolls into the apartment, his eyes unfocused, so he’s clearly drunk, but it’s the girl who’s attached to him that I can’t tear my eyes away from. She’s the same girl he was with when Cole and I collected him from the club, and she’s all over him right now. His arm is draped over her, and she nuzzles into his neck with a hand roaming beneath his T-shirt.
