Bound To My Ex's Father And Brother

Worshipped

Lips suddenly crash into mine. I’m not even sure who’s kissing me.

There’s no polite warm-up. Whoever it is kisses me like a punishment. His teeth catch my bottom lip and pull. He pushes his tongue into my mouth as his large hand fists in my hair.

A desperate, needy whimper tears out of my throat. I’ve never been kissed like this. Ronan always kissed me like it was a chore.

But this man—this man kisses me like he’s trying to eat me alive.

I feel the other man stand behind me, his chest pressing hard against my back. His palm slides up the front of my throat and rests there. He doesn’t choke me. The heavy weight of his hand is a reminder of who’s in control.

The man that’s kissing me drops to my jaw. He bites down hard on the sensitive skin where my neck met my shoulder.

A sharp gasp leaves my lips. He doesn’t apologize. He only chuckles darkly as he sucks hard against the pulse point, then he pulls back.

"f**k," I recognize the younger man’s voice as he growls against my skin. "You bruise so pretty."

His hands suddenly grip the front of my corset. He yanks the laces, and the thick material gives way instantly, making my heavy breasts spill out. The suffocating pressure on my ribs vanishes as I gasp.

His hot mouth immediately follows the angry red welts the tight boning had left across my stomach. He kisses the bruised skin like he was determined to heal a wound.

The older man's hand tightens on my throat behind me. I don't realize I’m crying until the silk blindfold grows wet against my cheeks. Both men notice at the same time because I feel their bodies go rigid.

"Do you want us to stop?" the older man asks.

"No," I whisper.

"Then why are you crying, baby?" It’s the younger man who asks this time.

There’s no clean way to explain it. I’m just furious. Furious that I spent two years hating my body, only for two strangers to treat me like royalty.

"Just…don't stop," I plead, unable to fight the ache between my legs.

The younger man lets out a harsh breath. "Not a chance in hell, baby."

Large hands slide under my arms. The younger man lifts me effortlessly and carries me across the room like I weigh nothing. He drops me gently on the chaise, and I sink into the plush cushion.

He grabs my wrists and lifts them above my head, holding me there. Another hand grabs my ankles and spreads my legs wide.

Panic should set in right now. It does not. I only feel a wild, consuming fire. I’ve been neglected for so long that all I wanted to do now was feel.

A hot mouth presses against my stomach. Teeth scrape gently against my soft skin, and I shudder like I’d been electrocuted.

"He starved you," the younger man growls directly against my flesh.

The older man's hands slide up my thighs, and a moan slips from my throat. He worships the exact curves I spent two agonizing years trying to shrink.

He stops between my legs and parts them even wider. His teeth tug at my thong, and he starts to slide it down until my p***y is bared at him. Embarrassment floods through me, but I can’t hide because they’re holding me hostage.

He suddenly sinks his mouth to my core, and a sharp gasp rips out of me.

I completely lose my mind.

He tastes me like he has been waiting his entire life for this exact moment. His tongue finds every sensitive nerve ending Ronan ignored for years. He hums against my skin, drinking my juices in.

Raven-mask moves to the side of the chaise and grabs my bare breasts. His thumbs stroke my n*****s in slow, maddening circles. Then he dips lower, sucking hard on one n****e, while playing with the other one.

“These huge t**s. You’re perfect,” he whispers against my breasts, the warmth of his breath making my skin more sensitive.

I arch my back against the bed, unable to hold back.

“Oh god,” I whimper pathetically. The pleasure is like nothing I’ve ever felt in my life.

Wolf-mask suddenly slides two thick fingers into me and curls them up. He finds a spot inside me, and strokes it slowly while his tongue works my c**t.

I sob, already tethering right at the edge. He feels it because he slows down and pulls back.

"How many times did your husband do this for you?" he growls.

"Never," I manage to say breathlessly. "He thought it was beneath him."

Raven-mask’s mouth pauses on my n*****s, and makes a violent sound between his teeth.

"I'm going to spend the rest of this night making up for him," the older man promises, and goes back down on me. This time, he isn’t patient.

He sucks my c**t hard, while the younger man's mouth keeps sucking my n****e. My hips buck off the chaise, while the silk rope bites into my wrists. The pleasure feels too sharp and intense.

"P-please," I beg. "I'm going to come."

"No," the older man rasps. “Not yet.”

My body panics from the pleasure. I desperately need an anchor. I writhe, trying to bring my bound hands down to grip his silver hair.

I don’t make it.

Hands catch my bound wrists mid-air, and hold my arms high above my head. They pin my wrists flat against the chaise with an iron grip, trapping me completely trapped.

"You don't get to move," the older man rasps.

The younger man’s mouth leaves my n*****s and claims my lips in a filthy kiss. He swallows my moans, while his free hand roams over my breasts, kneading them.

The older man clamps his lips over my free n****e and sucks hard. A violent jolt of electricity shoots straight down to my core, while he rubs my c**t with his fingers.

I’m right at the edge, about to come, when both men abruptly stop.

I hear the sound of two zippers sliding down. The younger man shifts above my head, while the older man settles his heavy weight between my spread thighs. By now, I can already tell who from who.

"Open your mouth, baby," raven-mask says.

I open my lips, and I feel his big c**k press past my lips. At the same second, the older man pushes his blunt tip into my completely soaked core.

They fill me at the same time.

My muffled scream vibrates against the c**k in my mouth. The older man buries himself to the hilt in one agonizingly slow, deep thrust. I feel him stretching me wide.

The younger man holds the back of my head, setting a ruthless, steady rhythm in my mouth while the older man pounds into me.

I lose my mind. The sensory overload is too much for me to bear.

I’m full. The c**k in my mouth thrusts deeper into my throat, tears burning in my eyes from the bittersweet sensation.

The c**k buried inside my walls is so thick that it grated against my walls. Wolf-mask thrusts deeper and slower, making sure to hit the spot that makes my eyes roll.

Suddenly, they both pull out.

I whine in protest.

They don't waste a single second. The older man moves up to my head. He pushes his c**k into my mouth, his hands tangling fiercely in my messy red hair.

The younger man settles between my thighs. He drives into my core sharply, knocking the breath out of my lungs. I let out a cry as bittersweet pain shoots through me.

He’s just as big as the other man, but he isn’t nearly as patient.

He pounds into me ruthlessly, while I groan against the c**k in my throat.

“f**k, you’re so tight and wet. You’re so f*****g beautiful,” the younger man praises me through each brutal thrust.

"Come for us," the older man growls, his hand wrapping around my throat where his c**k bulges through. "Now."

I shatter into a million pieces.

My climax hits like a violent earthquake. I clamp down around the c**k inside me, shaking uncontrollably, while I scream against the c**k in my throat. Both men groaned harshly and came at the same time.

Spurts of their seed shoot down my throat and deep inside my womb, filling me. I swallow every drop, making sure none of it gets wasted.

They take their c***s out and I lay limp on the cushion. Just like that, every regret, and pain I walked into this room with evaporated.

I don’t care that I’m lying naked right now. If I was with Ronan, I’d be running for a blanket to cover my body so he wouldn’t remember what I look like and get disgusted.

But with these hot strangers, I don’t feel that way. I feel confident in my skin, confident enough to feel desired.

"You're incredible," the younger man rasps, his breathing heavy. I feel gentle fingers brush a damp strand of hair from my forehead, while another teases the skin on my thighs.

"We barely ever keep toys, especially not on the first session," the older man is the one speaking. "But you’re special. We want to make you ours."

My heart skips a beat.

I just walked in here to feel something. I didn't expect to be offered a place at the feet of two gods.

“What do you say, red?” the younger man cuts in.

I arch a brow. Red?

I can’t blame them. I never gave them a name. I kinda like the nickname.

I bite my lip. This is what I wanted. There’s no reason to hold back.

“I need to see your faces first,” I find myself saying. I’m actually considering being owned by two men who just f****d me into oblivion.

“That’s not a problem,” the older man responds.

Excitement shoots through me. I sit up on the chaise, while one of them moves to untie the silk on my wrists. My hands come free. Another hand moves to loosen the blindfolds.

My eyes adjust to the dim light, then settle on them. They tower over me, their masks off. I squint so I can get a better look at their faces.

My blood instantly turns to ice as familiar faces stare back at me.

No.

I jerk upright on the chaise so fast I almost fall. I clutch the blanket tightly to my breasts. For the first time since being naked, I feel exposed.

No, no, no.

“No,” I whisper, as panic seeps into my voice.

I’ve seen these faces on television countless times, seen them top the Forbes list of the world’s richest and hottest billionaires.

And each time, Ronan hated every single time I did. He only mentioned them once- his estranged wealthy family who had cut him off the family trust fund two years ago for reasons I didn’t know.

"You’re K-killian Volkov," I stammer, my eyes as wide as saucers. "And Malachi Volkov."

"Yeah, yeah. We get that a lot," Killian chimes, his eyes gleaming. “It’s not every day the world’s richest billionaires take a fancy to you.”

“No! It’s not that!” I reply, scrambling to stand on my feet, my heart racing fast. "You're his family. You're Ronan's father and brother."

Both men completely freeze. The atmosphere in the room immediately turns to ice as a deafening silence hangs in the air.

My brain is still trying to process the situation I just found myself in when Killian breaks the silence.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” he mumbles, running his hand through his dark hair. “I just f****d my asshole brother’s wife.”