Their Vicious Darling (Vicious Lost Boys #3)(12)

“Just look at her for me,” Pan says, his other hand kneading at my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers.

I hiss out and squeeze my thighs together as the pain sinks to pleasure in my clit.

“Look at our Darling whore, naked and ready for us.” He leaves my breast and slides his hand down my stomach, over my clit, tightening his grip on my throat when I buck beneath him. When his fingers slide down my wetness, we can all hear the proof of my arousal.

“This wet cunt is begging to be fucked.”

Vane’s nostrils flare and he edges closer. His eyes are still black, but there’s new interest in his body. I can see the hard ridge of him in his pants.

“Shove your cock inside of her,” Pan goes on, dragging the tip of his nose up the side of my neck so his next words are a warm breath on the sensitive flesh of my ear. “And when she’s screaming your name, I’ll shove my cock in her mouth to shut her up.”

Dark desire swirls in my gut. My clit is needy and swollen now, but Pan has flattened his palm over me, caging me against him.

“Let’s use her, Vane. You and me.”

God I want that.

I want to be surrounded by their violence and their sin.

My inner walls clench at the thought and I get up on tip toes just to steal any bit of movement I can against Pan’s hand on my pussy.

“Naughty Darling girl,” he whispers in my ear and I am suddenly mindless beneath his command.

“Please, Pan,” I say, eyes slipping closed.

“Please what, Darling?”

“I…I want…”

He sinks two fingers inside of me and then uses his thumb to tease my clit.

I moan, leaning into him.

When he brings his wet fingers up to my mouth and roughly coats me with my own juices, Vane’s hair goes white.

“What do you say, Dark One?” Pan asks. “Let’s treat our slut the way she should be treated.”

Vane strips in seconds and then he’s ripping me away from Pan a second later.

He whirls me around, winds an arm around my waist, and then sits us down together in one of the leather chairs so we’re both facing Pan.

There is a dark hunger on Peter Pan’s face as Vane hooks my legs over his knees and spreads me wide for Pan just as he shoves his thick cock inside of me.





5





PETER PAN


Watching Darling get fucked is my new favorite thing.

Her mouth pops open as Vane shoves inside of her and fills her up, his balls sitting snuggly against her pussy.

Fuck is she a delight.

My shadow uncurls and pulses at my sternum and I am flush with power. The feeling that I can take what I want and do what I want and nothing can touch me is consuming.

I drop into the couch and take my cock in hand, easing into my own pleasure as I watch them enjoy theirs.

They are two of the most important people on this island and I need to know that Vane can handle having her.

I need to know that I can have them both in my life and not worry about one killing the other.

The fact that Darling could ignore the Death Shadow’s terror is a good sign.

The best outcome.

Darling moans as Vane punishes her pussy, the thick underside of his shaft thrusting into her, soaking wet with her pleasure. His fingers are creating divots in the flesh of her hips, he’s gripping her so hard, shoving her down on him.

She’s spread wide for me so I can watch.

He knows what I like.

Darling bouncing on his cock might rival renaissance art in its beauty.

My dick is throbbing in my hand, pre-cum glistening at the slit.

Pressure is building in my head turning me fucking mindless for release.

“Oh fuck, Vane,” she says, her voice high-pitched and thin.

I cross the room. Vane winds a chunk of Darling’s hair around his fist and yanks her head back.

“Take him, Win. Make the king come down your throat.”

She pops her lips open for me, so fucking eager.

I push inside of her wet mouth. Her cheeks hollow around me.

“Fucking hell, Darling,” I say.

Vane tightens his hold on her hair and uses it to drive her up and down on me as she balances her hands on his thighs.

She chokes.

I keep going.

She moans around me and then slides her fingers over her clit.

Vane lets go of her hair to capture both her wrists behind her back.

She makes an adorable little frown as she bobs on my cock.

“Not your turn, Darling,” I tell her as the pressure comes to a head. “You only get to come when we tell you to come.”

Which won’t be long at all.

I can’t hold out.

I don’t want to.

The building in my gut and the pressure in my cock is too much to bear.

I thrust deeper and spill down her throat with a loud groan.

Tears spill over her eyelids as she gazes up at me.

Another spurt and my cock throbs on the flat of her tongue.

My shadow writhes beneath my skin, satisfied and spent.

When I pull out of her mouth, I take her by the chin. “Let me see, Darling.”

She sticks out her tongue. There’s just a slight sheen of cum there. She swallowed the rest. “Good girl.”

“I know what I’m doing,” she says as the tears stream down her face. I wipe one of them away and then sink to the floor.