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

  I grinned. “Only for you.” Well, them and Viper, but I didn’t think now was the best time to include Viper, since Sylvester hadn’t told him yet. Forcing me to give Viper a blowjob and knowing I’d fucked him were two totally different things. Maddox was liable to react as Maddox reacted to most things, and that was violently.

  Sylvester kicked it up a notch, sucking on my clit as he stuck a finger inside of me, arching that finger and rubbing a certain spot inside that made me squirm. Still riding the high of the previous orgasm, still lost in my own ecstasy, I knew it wouldn’t take long. It might just be a record with how quickly these orgasms were coming.

  It felt like I was already on the edge, my body on a fever pitch, and I felt Maddox’s hand squeeze my neck harder. He held onto me so hard it was tough for me to get a full lungful of air, but it came with the territory, and I wasn’t going to complain—mostly because, combine that with the way Sylvester was going at me below the waist, there was no way in hell any more words were going to come out.

  I mean, they might come out, but they sure as shit weren’t going to make any sense.

  I was so close to coming again, but Sylvester pulled his finger out and lifted his head off me. With Maddox’s hand firmly on my throat, I couldn’t look down to see what he was doing, but it didn’t matter, because in the next second, I knew what the blonde had in mind.

  He wanted to be inside me when I came again, wanted to feel my inner walls clamping hard around his cock.

  Okay. That was something I could easily do.

  Sylvester filled me up slowly, letting out a groan as he pushed all the way in. My pussy was wet and raring to go, ready for some cock action, and he started to thrust his hips, dragging that length in and out of me in a way that made my heart speed up.

  “Pull out,” Maddox growled, releasing my neck to take his brother’s place between my legs. “I need to come.”

  Sylvester shot him a look that said, and I don’t? But he acquiesced to his demand, withdrawing his cock from my core and rolling aside, letting Maddox have at me.

  Where Sylvester took his time in filling me up, Maddox pushed in with one quick jerk of his hips, filling me with that monster cock so hard and fast it made me cry out, made me see stars. The air was pushed out of my lungs as a result, and as he fucked me like an animal, I couldn’t seem to catch my breath.

  It was a wonderful feeling, frantic and heated, and I wished this moment would never end.

  I felt the cramping of muscles, the uncontrollable spasms that happened in my toes and fingers right before an orgasm, and it was as Maddox fucked me that I came again, my entire body losing itself to the sky-high feeling of pleasure. This time, when I cried out, I wasn’t nearly as loud, but that was because the damned orgasm was so intense, I couldn’t even moan.

  My inner walls tightened around Maddox’s cock, and his body shook with a similar release. His tattooed body bent forward, his hips jerking his cock as deep into me as my body would allow. The guttural groan that left him was more like a grunt, and I squirmed, not wanting him to pull out.

  He did, though, and when he did, Sylvester started to take his place, but Maddox sat back on the bed beside me, saying, “No. I want to see her lick her juices off your cock.” Another demand, and it was one that caused Sylvester to stare at him with an annoyed expression.

  Clearly, he didn’t like being told what to do, but I could dig it, and once I got going, I’d make sure Sylvester liked it, too.

  “It’s fine,” I said, finally finding my voice after that deliciously powerful orgasm. “Let’s give him the show he wants.”

  Sylvester grumbled, “He always gets what he wants, that’s the problem.”

  “Oh, shut up, and fuck her mouth already,” Maddox said.

  Sylvester didn’t lay back; instead, he got to his knees on the bed, and I crawled to him, my head level with his glistening cock. With every move I made, I could feel Maddox’s cum starting to seep out of me, and I made sure to flash my backside to Maddox so he could see it, so he could see his handiwork and watch thighs clench as I gave his brother head.

  Tasting myself on his cock, that was not something I was used to, but I could get behind it. Still had sex for brains, so I kind of had a one-track mind, anyway. I bobbed my head along his length, being sure to pay extra special attention to the tip, swirling my tongue around it and sucking it hard like a lollipop whose flavor I absolutely adored.

  Sylvester’s hands found my head, fingers intertwining in my hair. Something in him must’ve taken over, for the next moment, he took a page out of Maddox’s book and started to fuck my mouth, no longer the gentle one. His thrusts were hard and quick, rapid in succession, and it didn’t take long for him to burst.

  I took everything he gave me, gobbling his cum down like a thirsty bitch in heat. He groaned, his top half trembling as his thrusting slowed, his hot seed salty down my throat. When he pulled out, I licked my lips, meeting his eyes.

  “That was fun,” I purred out, running my hands down along my body, well aware both brothers currently watched how my hands rubbed around my tits, how I pinched my own nipples and arched my back. What could I say? I really was a thirsty bitch. “What next?”

  The two brothers looked at each other, and they were silent. They each breathed hard, and their cocks were both wet from me. One with saliva, the other from being inside my cunt. Staring at them both, dragging my eyes between them and their still-hard cocks, oh, I had an idea. An idea that you couldn’t quite do when you were only with one other person.

  “I want both of you,” I said. When neither of them seemed to get it, I added, “At the same time.”

  Maddox scowled, even though he kind of looked interested. “I said no dicks touching—”

  “You don’t have to be in the same hole, silly,” I said, smiling at them both. “One could go in one hole… and the other could go in the back.” Really, with how crazy these guys were about sex, I was honestly surprised no one had brought it up before. Not with two participants but a backdoor entrance. Guys seemed to be obsessed.

  Whatever reluctance Maddox had before faded entirely as I suggested what they could each do with their dicks. He glanced to Sylvester, asking, “You up for it, or are you tuckered out from coming that one time?”

  Sylvester scoffed. “Are you saying I don’t have stamina?”

  Maddox shrugged his bare, tattooed shoulders, running a hand over his half-shaven head. “I ain’t saying nothing… only that I bet your balls are dry.”

  Making fun of Sylvester, especially about that, would get him to agree to try it without fail.

  “You might be one and done, but I can go all day,” Maddox went on, grabbing me and throwing me at his brother. “Prove me wrong.” A dare, a challenge, and it was one Sylvester would take; I could tell by the glimmer of irritation in his blue gaze.

  I smiled at him, whispering, “Let’s prove that motherfucker wrong, shall we?” I didn’t give Sylvester a chance to agree or not—I knew he would, so waiting was pointless. I straddled his form, grabbing his shaft and stroking it once before guiding it to my entrance and sinking down on it.

  Sylvester let out a deep-throated groan when his cock was nestled within me. His hips rocked once, but I set a hand on his stomach, stopping him. Had to get the other cock in me, first.

  I leaned forward as Maddox crawled behind me, the bed shaking with our combined weight. With Sylvester’s cock buried inside me, it was almost too much to feel Maddox’s hands on my ass, squeezing, slapping, spreading the cheeks. I could only imagine how full I would feel once his monster of a cock was in me, too.

  Maddox’s strong chest leaned down against my back as he whispered, “Are you ready to feel us both inside of you?” His voice practically dripped with anticipation, and I could not nod my head quick enough. There was no way in hell I would ever be able to form words right now, not with how needy I felt, with how urgent the desire to be completely full was.

  I heard him spit into his h
and for some extra lubrication, and then I felt the initial prodding. I inhaled a gasp, holding my breath as Maddox pushed that beast inside of me. It was not a quick and easy entrance, not like it was with my pussy. This time it was slow and steady, and at first it came with a bit of pain as my rim adjusted to his girth.

  Such a fat cock he had. Fuck.

  When was the last time I’d taken a cock up the ass? I couldn’t even remember, but it felt like an eternity. I breathed out an uneven breath, focusing on relaxing my muscles and accepting that thick member into me. Giving yourself to it was necessary. Backdoor play was not something that was enjoyable if you were tense and fighting it the whole time.

  He pushed into me, and the deeper he went with that cock, the harder I was pressed down upon Sylvester below me. His cock still sat in my pussy, and locking eyes with him, I could see the hazy lust dilating his pupils. He might claim he didn’t want to do this, but in the end, he wanted me whatever way he could get me, just as Maddox did.

  They might not admit it, but I had them wrapped around my finger. What a place for them to be, eh? Such strong, disciplined men, handsome and sexy in all the ways that counted, and they were mine. Their smirks and smiles belonged to me, just as their cocks did. Their devotion, their adoration, their psychotic-ness—all mine. The day I would let them go was the day I no longer drew breath.

  I was sandwiched between Sylvester and Maddox, and with their cocks buried deep within me, I was as full as I could be. I smiled, but barely able to—especially once Maddox started to move his hips.

  Holy fuck. I was ready to explode. I surely felt like it. How could a body handle this much pleasure all at once? Going comatose suddenly felt like my future. It was just too much, and yet not enough. I wanted it all. I wanted to be sore after this.

  “Come on,” I managed to say, “you both can do better than that.”

  As if rising to the challenge, Sylvester started to grind his hips beneath me. He didn’t have the best position to fuck me, but his dick was long enough that it stayed nestled in my core as he rocked his midsection, his hands clamping down on my sides. As if I could move. Hah.

  Maddox, meanwhile, began going at my ass harder, now that my body was more used to the addition of his thick, veiny member. Grunts left him every few thrusts, and I knew he was taking just as much pleasure from this as I was. He might’ve said no swords crossing, but with the sounds that came from my rear end, I could imagine their balls touched a bit.

  Don’t know why, but that thought got me all hot and bothered in the best way.

  We were a mess of limbs, a twisted concoction of bodies, each of us searching for another release. Mine actually happened first, go figure, and if I thought my previous orgasms were earth-shattering, this one blew them out of the water. It blew them out of the water and into outer space.

  The orgasm was rough and violent and everything I needed. It devoured me, leaving no part of me untouched. My body shook with pleasure, the throaty cries leaving me ones I could not stop. Every part of me tensed, which caused both men to let out their own guttural moans.

  The funny part was, the guys’ orgasms were nearly simultaneous. Maybe my own release had helped to further theirs, but it was like a wham-bam-alakazam kind of thing. I kind of wished I could’ve seen it, could’ve seen them both come at the same time, but alas, that would mean someone else would be in the middle of them, and that was a big, fat no-no.

  I settled with watching Sylvester come while listening to Maddox erupt. Sylvester’s eyelids slammed shut, his lips parting as a deep sound came from him. The fingers he had on my sides dug into my flesh, so hard I knew they’d leave bruises. I was fine with it, though. Let their love bruise me. I’d wear each and every bruise like a badge of honor, with a huge smile plastered on my face.

  And when those bruises faded I’d ask for more.

  Please, sir, can I have another?

  Or ten?

  They both were ragged and spent when they pulled out of me, and Maddox was quick to go wash himself off, which left me able to snuggle with Sylvester. I ain’t the kind of gal who used to like to snuggle—fuck, the word snuggle wasn’t even in my vocabulary before—but it was nice, just being there with him, feeling his naked body against mine, his arms around my back. I could definitely get used to it.

  Too bad there were some things everyone needed to hear.

  Chapter Five – Viper

  Lola had something she wanted to tell everyone, so she had Sylvester fetch everyone for a meeting. A meeting, like we were some kooky family on a television sitcom and not one of the most dangerous groups in the state.

  Or, we were, before the DeLucas kicked us down. Before they shot up my brother. That wasn’t something I could get over anytime soon, not unless he woke up and got better. We were still waiting on that doctor; he was supposed to be here anytime now.

  I stood near the window, beside the front door in the living room. My arms were crossed over my chest. I hated leaving my brother’s side, but the way Lola spoke, whatever it was she had to say was something we all needed to hear.

  Maddox was reclining on the couch, his knees spread. Lola paced the length of the room, still not quite acting like herself. I had no idea what happened to her while I was busy getting shot at, but judging from the way she was acting, it probably wasn’t anything good. I tried not to stare at her, but I failed.

  She was… God, she was alive. I’d been so worried about her the last twenty-four hours, it felt like an eternity. I never knew I could worry about someone so much. Her, Mike… I didn’t know how much more my heart could take, as wussy as that might sound.

  Lola and I locked eyes, and I felt my lower half stirring, my hands itching to touch her again, to hold her, to tell her that I was glad she was okay. I wanted to lose myself in her, bury my nose into her long blonde hair and breathe her in, try to forget, even if just temporarily, that my brother was fighting for dear life. An escape.

  I’d heard her and Sylvester and Maddox going at it earlier, so it was kind of tough for me to not look at her and want to do the same. You couldn’t judge me for it.

  Breaking eye contact, I stared at the floor, at my shoes. Richie was just outside; Sylvester was gathering everyone from the other cabin, but I highly doubted Richie would want to step inside and hear whatever it was Lola had to say. She still wasn’t his favorite person. If he had his way, she’d be dead right now, and that… that was a thought that was almost too much for me to bear.

  I was loyal to Richie, to the Lucianos. We owed them a blood debt our service could never repay, and yet, if he asked me to shoot her, I didn’t know if I could. Weeks ago, sure, I would’ve done it. Been unhappy to do it, but I would’ve done it. If he would’ve told me the first night she came into our lives, I would’ve done it with no hesitation whatsoever. But now?

  How the fuck could I kill the girl I loved?

  Don’t get me wrong, I knew it was stupid. Falling for her was a bad idea, even if Sylvester and I had come upon an understanding. It would only lead to further heartache and pain, but I guess I was a sucker for punishment. I couldn’t help myself.

  It wasn’t too long before we heard voices coming up the front deck. The door was wide open, letting in the cool, clean air of the outside world. Carter and Roman appeared, stepping inside the house just after Sylvester. Their girl—along with the civilian they’d brought—must still be in their cabin. Whatever Lola had to say didn’t have anything to do with them—

  Whatever else I started to think slipped from my mind the moment Roman laid eyes on Lola, and within the next moment, he rushed past the furniture, past where Maddox lounged, and bum-rushed Lola. Roman had her picked up off the floor, dangling with her feet inches in the air, the next moment. His hand around her neck, he slammed her against the nearest wall.

  It all happened so fast. I honestly didn’t know what Sylvester expected, but it wasn’t too far of a leap for Roman to blame Lola for what happened. I uncrossed my arms, fingers itching.r />
  Maddox got to his feet, and Sylvester was with him. Even together, they could not peel Roman off Lola. Roman was tall, wearing a dark suit, and he blocked Lola’s figure from me entirely.

  “You,” Roman hissed, his hatred for Lola evident, “you’re the reason Zoey was shot.” He slammed her against the wall again. “I should strangle you.” He seemed utterly unbothered by Maddox and Sylvester, who were currently trying to get him off her.

  Lola let out a giggle, which was probably not too smart. She gasped for breath, eyeing Roman up as she said, “Go ahead, big guy.”

  “Get off her,” Sylvester spoke, his voice hard.

  Maddox growled out, “Fuck off, Roman.”

  Neither of them was doing any good; Roman wouldn’t listen. What happened next was probably stupid on my part, but I couldn’t stop myself. I reached for the gun on my hip, taking off its safety as I pointed it at Roman’s back from where I was across the room. He wasn’t a moving target, so it’d be pretty fucking easy to land my shot in his head, splatter those brains on the wall and make him regret ever laying a hand on Lola.

  But he was Roman, so I had to hold back.

  “Let her go,” I ordered, once I had Roman’s attention. “Now.”

  Roman’s dark stare was on me, his glare narrowed, and it took him way too long to realize I wasn’t joking. Beside him, Sylvester said, “I’d listen to him, if I were you.”

  Beside me, Carter was itching to go for his gun, to make this situation more complicated, but he resisted the urge, probably knowing if he did, this would only escalate… and the DeLucas had already fractured us enough. We had to resist the urge to kill each other, at least for a little while.

  It was clear he didn’t want to, but Roman released Lola, taking a step away from her as he ran a hand through his dark hair, as cool and collected as he normally was. Just went to show you that you couldn’t trust anyone’s act. All of us were killers here, and we were just waiting for the right moment to snap.

  Roman moved to stand in the kitchen, which was right next to the living room, no walls between them. Carter moved beside him, frowning at Lola and me, but he kept his feelings to himself.