Reign of Wrath (Dirty Broken Savages #3)(17)

“Look at yourself,” Gage commands in a low voice, and I glance up at the mirror, obeying his order without even thinking.

I can see myself in the reflection, pale-skinned with red-rimmed eyes, and Knox behind me. I can see Gage too, standing just off to the side, his gaze locked on the sight Knox and I make together.

Just knowing he’s watching like that sends another flash of heat through me, and it makes Knox’s thrusts feel all the more intense. I meet Gage’s eyes in the mirror, watching him watch me get fucked hard and dirty.

“Oh god,” I gasp out, tightening my grip on the porcelain of the sink and holding on as Knox starts really going at it, his hips slapping against my ass so hard that my flesh jiggles.

“You’re perfect,” Gage tells me. “You’re so good. Taking our cocks like a fucking queen. Taking Knox in your ass like that. Can you feel him? All the way inside you?”

“Yes,” I practically sob. “I can feel it. He’s so deep. Fuck.”

“I wish you could see what you look like right now,” he says. “The way you’re taking him. How open you are. You’re so fucking good for letting him in like this. There’s never been anyone as perfect for us as you.”

I tremble under his praise and then buck back against Knox, forcing him in even deeper, just because I want that spike of pleasure when he bottoms out in me. Just because I want to see what Gage will say when I do it.

I’m not disappointed at all.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Gage practically purrs, heated pride in his voice. “Let him have you. Let him take you.”

I nod frantically because that’s what I want. I want to be lost in this, in both of them. I want them to have me and take me and make me feel good.

Knox grunts breathlessly from behind me, and he raises one hand and slaps my ass with it, driving another moan of pleasure from me.

“Please,” I choke out. “Fuck, Knox, please.”

“Don’t worry. I know what you need.”

His thrusts slow a little, and I want to tell him that’s not what I need, but then I hear the snick of the knife flicking open again. I don’t know what it says about me that the sound of it sends a wave of arousal straight down to my pussy, making it throb even harder and get even wetter.

With his free hand, Knox pushes my shirt up over my back, exposing the skin there. He keeps fucking me slowly, going balls deep with each thrust, and I almost jump when I feel the cool metal of the blade touch my skin.

It’s followed by a burning line of pain and then another and another as Knox carves into my back while he fucks me. The pain mingles with everything else, the pleasure that’s been building and growing as Gage watches us.

“Are you gonna come?” Gage asks, catching my attention again.

I nod desperately, and his green eyes burn. His features look harshly beautiful in the dim light of the bathroom. “That’s our girl. Come for us. Let me see you choke Knox’s dick with your tight little ass.”

That’s enough to push me over the edge again, all of the sensations building to their breaking point, impossible to ignore or fight against. I come hard, moaning Knox’s name as I fall apart again.

I shake through it, and Knox tosses the knife down and keeps going, grabbing my hips and slamming himself deep into me for a few more strokes. Then he’s coming undone too, cursing under his breath as he comes in my ass.

As the aftershocks of overwhelming pleasure begin to subside, I cling to the edge of the sink, trying to remember how to breathe. My chest heaves, and I drag in breath after ragged breath, my body still trembling from head to toe.

A tidal wave of emotion comes rushing back in as the orgasm fades, making my already weak legs wobble even more as dozens of feelings hit me all at once.

The numbness is gone, at least, washed away by the onslaught of sensations I just experienced.

There’s so much pain lodged in my chest, sharp and aching, cutting deeper every time I take a breath… but it’s not the only thing I feel. Now it sits alongside the molten contentment that comes from being well fucked, and the warmth that surrounds me from the fact that Gage and Knox are here with me, their presence filling up the small room.

And at least I can feel at all. I no longer feel like I’m being suffocated by some invisible weight.

Knox pulls out of my ass after a moment, and I wince at the sudden emptiness and the soreness that’s left behind. I can feel myself dripping with their cum, and at least that’s something else I can feel too.

Knox turns on the tap and grabs some paper towels from the holder on the wall so he can wet them. He’s almost gentle when he starts to clean me up, running the damp paper over my ass and then between my legs.

“Made a mess of you,” he mutters, half to himself probably, but I can hear the grin in his voice. He fucking loves it.

He nudges my arm, prompting me to turn around so he can get more of the mess, and as I do, I see what he carved into my back with his knife. It wasn’t just random slices for the hell of it.

There’s a word written there, the raised, swollen cuts stark against the rest of my skin.

Ours.

My heart beats a little faster at the sight of it, at the reminder. I remember snatches of what Gage was saying to me before when I was so out of it and wrecked, about how they need me and can never let me go.

Knox seems to want that sentiment to be marked permanently on my skin so I can’t forget it.