Page 36 of Flesh & Divinity

“Hmmmm,” is all I manage as I deepen the kiss with Duke. I swallow his groans, savoring this fucking moment.

It’s perfection.

Daddy lifts my leg and suddenly I’m robbed of air when he thrusts into me. I break the kiss and scream, “Fuck me, daddy!”

“Take daddy’s cock like a good little whore.” I nod my head vigorously as I hang onto the armrest for dear fucking life. I gasp when a hand fists my hair and I’m pulled forward.

“Suck it.” I eagerly obey Jaq, open my mouth and suck his beautiful cock into the back of my throat while his brother fucks me like a filthy whore. I don’t have to bob my head, Jaq bouncing up and down on Duke does the work for me.

I’m mere seconds away from coming and I know I won’t be able to remain standing if that happens. The sound of skin slapping skin bounces off the walls. I delight in the sound of my guys’ moans and grunts.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Jaq grits out and I prepare for him to fill my mouth.

“Wait for me,” Duke snaps in a pained tone.

“This fucking pussy is mine,” daddy snaps. I can’t hold it off any longer, the climax is too strong. It surges inside me fast like lightning. The fucking euphoric bliss that spreads throughout my body is akin to an earthquake laying waste to a city. I’m nothing but a passenger to the pleasure he is drawing out of me. My screams are muted by the cock in my mouth.

“Fuck yes, you dirty slut. Come all over daddy’s dick.” His words only seem to extend the pleasure rolling through my body.

“Now!” Duke barks, then in seconds, daddy is pulling out of me and I’m pushed to my knees with the three of them in front of me, their dicks in their hands stroking themselves.

“Yes!” I breathe out as I open my mouth and wait for them to cover me in their cum and brand me as theirs.

I may be the rightful heir and taught never to kneel, but that rule doesn’t extend to these three. I’ll happily kneel for them any fucking day.

The three of them come with my name roaring out of them like a prayer. Spurts of cum land over my face and I can’t stop the moan of appreciation that erupts from me.

“You’ve never looked so good,” Jaq praises.

“Fucking beautiful,” daddy growls.

“You look fucking edible, Cinder Soot.” I blush at their compliments. “As a reward, I’ll cook your favorite veg stew.”

I stare up at Duke in confusion but the devilish glint in his eyes gives me pause.

“Zucchini and carrot stew for our princess.” I balk up at the bastard and shake my head.

If fairy tales were real, this would be mine.

The rightful heir turned wanton slut for three men in glass masks, stranded on Sinners Island.

EPILOGUE

CINDER

I always thought freedom would taste like something.

Clean air. Open road. The specific exhale of a woman who has finally stopped running toward something that wants to kill her.

It doesn't taste like any of that.

It tastes like salt water, woodsmoke and the particular kind of quiet that only exists inside a cave behind a waterfall where the rest of the island can't find you. It tastes like three men asleep with their bodies curved toward mine, like they've been doing it for years instead of weeks.

Like something I am already terrified of losing.

I lie awake, stare at the ceiling of the cave and let myself feel the full weight of what I know. I'm going to have to embrace who I truly am and the person I was born to be. I’ll have to be strong and ready to fight. We’ll find our way off this island and make both our families pay for what they have done to us. But right now, in the dark, with Gus's arm heavy across my ribs and Duke's breath warm at the back of my neck and Jaq sitting against the far wall watching all of us with those blue eyes that see everything.

Right now, I get to just be a woman lying in the wreckage of everything she thought she understood.