Just as he promised—or threatened, I’m not sure—he’s shoving his cock into me while my inner muscles pulse fruitlessly against themselves. It almost makes me sob when he shoves inside of me, but only in relief. Because I needed that. I need something to clamp down on, something to milk.
I imagine as Sin begins to fuck me that he’s the one who got me pregnant.
It feels right somehow. He’s the youngest, right? He must have the best seed.
You’re such a dirty pervert, Gidge, I tell myself, but I also don’t give a shit.
In this moment, I can’t decide if I’m in heaven or hell, and that’s exactly the way I like it.
Dirty, messy, dark. I need that. I crave it. Because I’m as fucked up as anyone else on this goddamn compound.
Sin takes hold of my hips and pounds into me, rutting against my ass with reckless abandon. I’d worry about him—he nearly bled to death—but my mind is too far gone, and his body inside of mine feels so fucking good that I can’t breathe.
I remember briefly that he did this very same thing to me on the couch that day, when the guys took turns, one after the other. I loved that, too. I want to do it again. I want to see what happens if I take all four of them at the same time, claim all four of their cocks as my property.
I wish they could all wear leather jackets with my name on the back.
Oh, I’d love that …
I’m a possessive alpha bitch, what can I say?
Sin slides his hand underneath me, searching for the aching hardness of my clit. He finds what he’s looking for with a desperate, ragged groan, squeezing and pinching me in such a way that it’s like he’s jacking me off, like I’m a dude and he’s pulling my foreskin back. Over and over and over again, he pulls on the hooded folds around my clit, never slowing or stopping the pace of his body.
“Come for me, Gidge,” he breathes, and I realize as he does that he’s not just asking, he’s demanding. Colton is a bit of a wildcard; I wasn’t expecting this. “I want to feel you drench my balls with your heat. Soak me and tell me that you’re married and that this is wrong.”
I can’t even fucking breathe with the way he’s talking. He’s tearing me apart with every word, and I realize that I’m just as much his venom as he is mine; we’re poisoning each other as we fuck, and we both love it. We crave it. We’d never be happy without this sort of pain in our lives. Never.
“I belong to someone else,” I tell him, my breath a huffing, panting mess. “I’m married to someone else; I gave him my heart.” It’s all true, what I’m saying, but what I don’t need to say, what we both know, is that I gave it to Sin, too. I decided unequivocally the day I woke up in my grandmother’s old bedroom—Sin’s bedroom, I guess—that I was going to keep all four of these men. In exchange, I have to give up something. So, the endless darkness of my heart spreads out like a pair of leathery, black wings, blotting out the sun, inviting them into the shadows of my soul.
“Now,” Sin grinds out, bracing himself with his left hand while he jacks me off with his right, “tell me what it’s like to be married to someone else and carrying my baby. I don’t care if it’s true. Just tell me.”
“It’s wrong,” I murmur, and Sin moans, thrusting harder, faster, deeper than I even imagined possible. How is he not passed the fuck out right now? I decide to come first, worry about that later. “It’s so wrong.”
“It’s wrong that I got you pregnant in that dirty basement with your wrists strapped together behind your back, isn’t it?” he growls, and that’s it. I’m coming again. He’s reaming me with his cock, and I’m constricting around him with these almost violent contractions.
“Fuck.” The way he moans the word, like he’s coming apart inside of me, that kills me. I go completely boneless as he releases my clit in an effort to hold himself up, his hips slamming into me as he fills me up, emptying his balls into my body before he sags against me. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Sin pulls out of me and then barely manages to drag the pair of us onto the bed before he collapses into the pillows. When I close my eyes, I can smell the musty scent of sweat and sex mixed with that particular spice and citrus scent of his. It’s like a drug; I inhale it, my eyes closed as I press my cheek to Sin’s chest, listening to the violent thumping of his heart.
