Violent Heart: A Dark Reverse Harem (A Death So Sweet Book 3) Read online

  My inner thighs clenched together as I propped myself up on my elbows, giving him a look that told him I was ready and willing for it all. Wipe the slate clean. Make me forget. Make me love hands and the way they danced across my skin instead of hating them and the horrors they could inflict.

  “Take off your clothes,” Sylvester ordered, using a commanding tone that sent a shiver down my spine.

  Aye-aye, captain.

  I could not get my clothes off fast enough, leaving them in a crumpled heap on the floor. My bag of clothes was in the living room on the floor, and my mask was tucked safely inside it. Never knew when that would come in handy.

  As I shed my clothes, Sylvester tore off his, piece by piece, stopping only when he stood at the foot of the bed, as naked as the day he was born—only much, much sexier. His cock was rock hard, and I licked my lips, ready for it in whatever hole he wanted. I wouldn’t be picky. I was a hungry bitch, but only for a few certain cocks; his included.

  All thoughts of my past faded away as Sylvester moved around the bed, a hungry, desperate expression in his eyes. Their blue orbs were zeroed in on me, and even though the respite would be temporary, even though reality would come crashing back and remind me of how shitty things were, for now, we could simply get lost in each other.

  Our bodies collided, his coming down to press upon me as we lay back on the bed. His wide, muscled frame blocked out the world, and I relished in it, in him. Drawing my hands down his chest, I bit my lower lip, feeling the strange urge to kiss him.

  I know, I know. To think there used to be a time when I hated kissing, when I thought it was too personal. Now, with these guys, it was like I couldn’t get enough. They made me feel so alive, I could hardly recognize myself. It wasn’t a bad way to be, but I had to find a balance, figure out a way I could be the Night Slayer and the gal who could relax in her lovers’ arms.

  Getting a healthy work-life balance was important for everyone, you know. Not just me.

  Though his face was so close to mine I could hardly see, I knew Sylvester was smiling, his hands traveling up my body as his mouth neared mine. He kissed me hard and fast, and everything around us vanished. There was no cabin. No Mike unconscious across the hall. There was nothing but him and me.

  That was, until a rough, scratchy voice muttered, “Really? You’re going to fuck and not even close the door?” A laugh, though it was mirthless.

  Sylvester pulled his mouth off mine, and together we turned to look at Maddox, who stood in the door frame, his arms crossed, his mouth pulled taut. The side of his head that had hair was a bit greasy, but the dirtied-up look suited him. With his dark clothes and the tattoos lining nearly every inch of his skin, Maddox was the epitome of danger, chaos made flesh. He was everything that made my inner core ache with wanting and more.

  “Go away,” Sylvester muttered, frowning at his brother.

  As Maddox didn’t move, as he simply glared back at him, I stared between them. They were brothers, yes, but not blood brothers—and after everything that happened, right now I wanted to lose all sense of self in their arms. That’s why I said what I said next.

  “Why not stay?” I offered, earning myself a pair of risen eyebrows from Sylvester, along with a look of shock. Maddox, on the other hand, only looked amused… but definitely interested.

  No one said anything for a while. The room was filled with silence, but it did not help my aching kitty and the need the gal felt for a release. With two of them, I was bound to have an orgasm or three. The chances were higher than if I was just with one.

  Let me be selfish, just this once.

  “Or we could bring Viper in here—” The offer was stifled by a look Sylvester gave me, along with a shake of his head… and I took that to mean he hadn’t spoken to Maddox about the fact that I had feelings for Viper, too. Huh. I guess we’d kind of had our plates full since then. Telling his brother he caught me riding Viper one morning was the last thing on his mind.

  “Fuck that,” Maddox spoke, stepping further into the room, kicking the door closed with his foot. “If you want a brother sandwich, that’s what you’re gonna get.” He started to take off his clothes, working on his shirt first.

  Sylvester’s head snapped in his direction. “Hold on, I didn’t agree to this—”

  “Too bad,” Maddox quipped with a devilish smirk, and I couldn’t help but laugh as I thought: this is going to be fun.

  Fun was probably an understatement, though, for I had the feeling it was going to be a lot more than just fun. Pleasurable, exciting, thrilling, taboo, all-encompassing and consuming. All that and more. Bring it on, baby.

  Or should I say, babies? Heh, you know, since there were two of ‘em…

  Okay, you know what? Back to the sex.

  Sylvester, still laying atop me, brought his blue-eyed gaze back to me, and for a moment, I couldn’t read his expression. He definitely wasn’t thrilled at the prospect of having me with his brother, but I could not wipe the smile from my face as my attention was torn between them both.

  “Oh, come on,” I purred out, running my hands up Sylvester’s chest, feeling the warm muscles beneath my fingertips tensing, “it’ll be fun.” My lips neared his, and I whispered, “I’m sure it’s not the first time you’ve seen your brother naked.”

  He grumbled something incoherent while Maddox worked on shedding his pants and his boxers.

  “You’re not real brothers, anyway,” I said. “And besides, you don’t have to touch each other. Give me all of the attention. Spoil me, Sylvester. Help me forget…” I trailed off, for there were so many different ways I could end that particular sentence.

  Help me forget my brother. Help me forget my exchange with Bianca. Help me forget Tony. So many things, and yet none of them could be said just yet.

  I wasn’t any more breakable than I already was, but I didn’t want to tell them what happened before. I wanted wild, hot, desperate sex first. Get back to the way things used to be, if only for now, even if we were only pretending and pushing away the inevitable.

  I kissed Sylvester’s neck, and he moaned. “You drive a hard bargain,” he murmured, pressing his body harder down against mine, and I knew I had him. He wasn’t fighting me nearly as much as he should’ve if he really didn’t want this.

  Not saying that he wanted his brother, but that he was so hungry for me, he was willing to have me while his brother did, too.

  “I swear to God,” Maddox growled out, now naked beside the bed, “if that dick touches me, I’m going to saw it off.” His threat was not as serious as he probably meant it, because he was nude and as rock-hard as he could possibly be. His wide frame, covered in black tattoos, the muscles on his body to die for. Six little squares sat on his abdomen, teasing, tempting. Very lick-able.

  Sylvester and I sat up, and I put myself in the middle of the bed, grinning at Maddox as I said, “No need for that. I can be in the middle at all times. I volunteer. I’ll make the sacrifice, as hard as it will be.” I giggled at that. Hard. I couldn’t help it.

  Maddox crawled on the bed, giving me a lusty look as Sylvester whispered, “How noble of you.”

  I turned my head toward the blonde brother, grinning at him. He took me by the throat and pulled me close, kissing me. As my eyelids snapped closed and I lost myself to the power of the kiss, I felt one of Maddox’s hands roam up my back. Slowly, gently, a touch that was very unlike his usual.

  And then it wasn’t, for that tender caress turned into a vice-like grip on the back of my neck, and Maddox pulled my mouth off Sylvester’s, turning my head and bringing me to him. Sylvester released his hold on me, grumbling something about his brother, but he didn’t stop him from stealing the kiss.

  God. This was really happening, wasn’t it? This wasn’t a beautiful dream. This was legitimately happening, and I could not stop my heart from trying to burst out of my chest. It was almost too much. Almost.

  Maddox and Sylvester fought to claim my mouth for a while, tugging me back t
o them after the other had sufficiently wiped the previous man’s taste from my lips. It was like being stuck in the middle of an ungodly sexy tug-of-war, and kissing them both in quick succession only helped me to realize how different they showed their passion.

  Sylvester was confident, his mouth hungry on mine but not overly so. I wouldn’t say he was nervous, but there was a softness to his embrace that just wasn’t replicated by his brother. Maddox, on the other hand, was wild and rough; his kisses bruised my mouth and the area around it. He was more like an animal than a lover, but that was not new information. I’d known he was a wild one from day one.

  “Wait,” I whispered, my voice nothing but breathy air as I was laying between them. We’d fallen back, Maddox and Sylvester still at war to claim my mouth as we lay there. I sat up, turning to look at them both, breathing heavily, my skin on fire. Every single part of me ran hot, especially my core. I so desperately wanted them both, but I needed to tell them how I felt.

  Just get it out, so it was done and I never had to say it again. Just three words. People said them all the time. It was natural… but it sure didn’t feel that way for me, not in that moment. A part of me still worried if I was too broken to truly feel such strong, pure emotions, but there was no turning back now. Best to say it and get it out there so we could continue with this sexy threesome.

  “I have something to say,” I started, sounding very awkward. Too awkward. Like, I couldn’t even recognize myself with how awkward I sounded, because not once in my life had I ever come across so… well, awkward. Ugh. “To the both of you.”

  Maddox and Sylvester traded glances, their naked chest rising and falling with even breaths. Neither one said anything, which was probably for the best, because this was about me. My feelings. I wasn’t asking them to feel the same way.

  “I’m not good with feelings,” I said, picking at the comforter below, well aware that Sylvester’s gaze now rested on my face, while Maddox just couldn’t stop staring at my tits. No shocker there. “I’ve never been very good with them. You guys make me feel… confused, hopeful, happy. You make me feel alive. Even though I know it’s not forever, I don’t care. I’m in this for as long as you’ll have me.”

  Shit. I was rambling like I’d never rambled before. All those words, and I hadn’t even said the three words I’d set out to say yet. Jesus. What the hell was wrong with me?

  Swallowing, I forced myself to get to the point so we could get back to the fun stuff, “What I’m trying to say is that I love you, okay? I love you. Now, let’s get back to the fucking—”

  Maddox’s dark eyes widened, and Sylvester sat up, reaching for my hands. Words did not escape him, it seemed, for he had no trouble saying, “Lola, I love you, too. When I say you’re our angel now, I mean it.”

  Their angel. Their angel of death. That word had been tainted for me for so long now, but hearing it come out of Sylvester’s mouth… I decided I didn’t mind it. If I was to be someone’s angel, I would be theirs. Their crazy, psychotic, blood-hungry angel.

  Sylvester glanced at Maddox, who still laid there, unmoving. “You don’t have anything to say? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

  Groaning, Maddox was slow to sit up and answer, “A lot of things, it turns out.” His dark eyes, a brown so pure and unforgiving they were nearly black, did not stare at my tits, for once. His stare held mine. “Look, I’m even worse at feelings and shit than you are, but…”

  “Careful,” Sylvester warned. “She might try to kill you if you don’t say it back.” He’d meant it as a joke, but to me it fell flat, mostly because that’s exactly what Bianca wanted me to do. Minus confessing the I love you part.

  Since Maddox seemed to have such trouble finding the right words, I crawled onto his lap, and for once, it was not his hand around my neck; it was the opposite. He fell back, and I continued to straddle him, gazing down into his eyes as I whispered, “You’re mine, Maddox, whether you like it or not. That means no more Mina or anyone else.”

  “You can’t tell me what to do.” Though he whispered it back defiantly, he smirked, and I could tell he liked my dominance, even though he was usually the one displaying it. Sometimes it was fun to have the tables turned.

  “I think,” I murmured, leaning down to him, “I can do whatever the fuck I want, and you’re crazy enough to enjoy it.” I didn’t need to hear Maddox say it; I still didn’t know if people like us could truly feel love in its entirety, but I knew his feelings for me were different today than they were that first night, when he’d wanted nothing more than to kill me.

  I’d get the bastard to say it someday, if we lived that long.

  Loosening my hold on his neck, I let my hands trail down his chest, tracing the tattoos before lowering my face to his stomach, licking his abdomen. Couldn’t help myself. Had to do it. Had to taste the sweat glistening on those muscles and feel the cock inches below twitch with wanting.

  My hands grazed his hipbones, and I made it out like I was taking my mouth lower to his dick, but then, with a giggle, I crawled off him and went to Sylvester, doing the same. Maddox grunted, annoyed with me, but that was fine. Teasing the man was quite fun, actually.

  Having the two of them naked, on the same bed together… oh, it was wonderful. I didn’t know where to look. They were both such imposing specimens of the male gender, their cocks both impressive, although Maddox’s was more a monster than Sylvester’s. Neither of them had an ounce of fat on their bodies, their muscles unrivaled.

  It was like night and day. Where Maddox was tattooed, Sylvester was not. Where Maddox had black hair and dark eyes, Sylvester was blonde and blue-eyed. Two devils on my bed, two handsome men who would kill for me. They were all a gal could want, honestly.

  My feelings for Viper notwithstanding, of course. Couldn’t change how I felt about that one, either.

  I dipped my head low to Sylvester’s cock, my tongue flicking out and swirling around the tip, immediately eliciting a moan from him. The sound was one of the best I’d ever heard, and it egged me on to pop his whole length in my mouth, to bob my head along that cock and make him moan even more.

  I didn’t get the chance to do too many bobs though, for soon a strong hand grabbed the back of my head, pulling on my hair just a bit too roughly. Maddox smirked at me, and the look in his eyes as he yanked me closer to him told me all I needed to know. He stuffed my face toward his cock, and I parted my lips like a good girl, giving him head after he stole me from his brother.

  His cock pushed deep into my throat, and for a few moments, I fought with my gagging reflex. With a thick, long monster like his, it was challenging, to say the least, but I was more than eager. I wanted it. I wanted both men and their cocks, to be filled with each rod and pumped to the max.

  Did that even make sense? Had sex brain, so I had no idea.

  Maddox whipped me off his cock, its length glistening with my saliva, and he growled out, “Give me that pussy right now.” It kind of sounded like a threat, like he’d be really ticked off if I didn’t, so I did what any sane girl would do and returned to his brother, who was waiting not-so-patiently for me to come back.

  Sylvester’s hands were hungry, just as his mouth was. He flipped me so that I was beneath him, so it wouldn’t be easy for Maddox to pull me back, and that mouth roamed my body everywhere I needed it to. His hands caressed my tits, his mouth finding a nipple and latching on, sucking, nipping, teasing me with his tongue.

  My eyes shut, and I let out a pleased sigh.

  He went to the other nipple, showing that hardened pebble the same attention he’d shown the first, and every nerve in my body was on fire. I knew it wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge. I wanted this so badly, wanted them so much.

  Sylvester’s mouth left my puckered nipple, his hot breath dancing down my stomach. He traced a line across the scar on my stomach, and it amazed me, for I’d damned well forgotten the thing was there. That’s the power these two had over me. It was something that was almost oth
erworldly.

  The next thing I knew, he had my legs spread, my most intimate place bared before him. I shivered when I felt his tongue lap at my slit, slowly drawing up my apex. As Sylvester continued his assault on my clit and the area around it, Maddox inched beside me, watching my face as I lost myself in the pleasure.

  His rough, tattooed hand found my neck, and he leaned his head against the side of mine, his forehead touching my temple. His fingers curled around my throat tightly, choking me just enough to make me smile. “I wish I was inside of you right now,” he murmured, his voice so rough I could feel it in my core. “I wish I was feeling your tight cunt around my cock.” He choked me a bit harder, and I started to grind my hips against Sylvester’s face.

  Couldn’t help it. My body reacted how it reacted.

  Fuck. It felt so good. The pleasure swimming through me, mere seconds from swallowing me, was a sensation I could get used to. Just give me all the orgasms all the time, please. Let me have a mouth attached to my clit and a hand on my neck at all times. Thanks. That’s what I needed.

  I didn’t dare to try to hold the orgasm back. With both brothers doing their own thing to me, it was heaven. It was bliss. It was everything a gal could ever ask for or want. My muscles tensed, my inner core burning up, and I cried out, unable to quiet myself. I probably moaned so loudly the entire house heard me, but I didn’t care. It was a world-shattering orgasm, and I wanted another one.

  “Don’t stop,” I begged, needing them both to keep going, for Sylvester to keep attacking my clit with his tongue and for Maddox to keep choking me while whispering filthy things into my ear.

  “I like it when you beg,” Maddox whispered, while Sylvester kept at it, not even pausing to admire the flush on my body from his mouth work. “Lola Harding, the Night Slayer, begging for more like a hungry whore.”