“You know you want to play,” I tell him.
Where does that even come from?
“You can think of my spoiled bitch of a sister. You cantell heryou chose me.”
I’m only echoing Callum’s statement, and it breaks whatever restraint held Hawk together up until this point.
He doesn’t even pause, jumping to his feet and aligning his cock right at my entrance, before lifting me up as he drives right in.
Can I just say,Ouch?
“Holy fuck. Holy fuck, Cal—no, I thought… Shit, she really was a virgin?”
I was so drenched, he managed to enter me in one go, but the lack of care still burns. I wince, biting down hard to prevent myself from screaming.
“Shit. Sorry. Liv, was it? Sorry, darling,” Hawk tells me softly, his hips retreating, and entering in slow, shallow thrusts. “I’ll make it better. It’ll all be good for you, I promise.”
Except those words aren’t really for me. Nor is the softness behind them. He’s seeing someone else entirely, just when he took me as hard as he could. It’s about a girl named Grace who wronged him—someone I’ve never met, but who looks enough like me for Callum to have spent a fortune on this.
I let him move me as he’d like; if Callum wanted an experienced lover, he would have picked someone else. He wanted a doll. I’m just that: a puppet used as a prop, a replacement.
Hawk took me like he hated me and now fucks me like he loves me, because he loves and hates that girl.
My body’s stopped screaming, the slow rhythm coaxing more pleasure out of my aching core.
My hips start to sway up to meet his thrusts, when something shifts under me. Callum’s lifting me up. Hawk instinctively grabs hold of my legs, and both of them drag me from the table to a low sofa. My back’s only just hit the velvet when Hawk pushes my ankles over my head, and changes the rhythm back to a fast, deep, hateful pounding.
To my surprise, my body still doesn’t register any pain. Just tendrils of pleasure traveling from my core through my legs, my belly, my tits.
I’ve only had a moment to adjust when another cock, this one thicker, if a little shorter, and curving up, meets my face.
I open my mouth obligingly, but Callum’s quite happy to run it along my cheeks, my nose, my forehead. His hard dick slaps my face and he grunts with satisfaction. “You should see yourself right now, gorgeous.”
His balls settle on my lips, cutting off any reply I might have thought about. I do the first thing that comes to mind; I close my mouth around them, sucking them in.
Callum hisses, hips swaying, as the man between my legs starts to go so fast I think he could split me in two. His balls hit my ass at each of his moves, which indicates that, unbelievable as it might seem, he’s managed to sheathe the entire thing in me.
I can’t see it over Callum’s cock, but Sebastian wraps my right hand around his shaft; I close my fingers on it, at a loss what to do with it. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to want much input; he just moves back and forth, using my hand to wank himself.
Callum brings the tip of his cock to my mouth, now.
I bite it.
It’s meant to be playful, an argument when I can’t use my voice to snap at him. He should have told me he planned…this. I would still be here, but I would have been more prepared.
His ridiculously handsome face splits into a grin. “Good girl,” he tells me, which is ridiculous because no good girl in the world has ever handled three cocks at once. “Open wide.”
I let my jaw go as slack as I can, parting my lips, to let the wide shaft in.
“Fuck. I’m going to come,” the man whose hips are slapping my ass every other second grunts, growing impossibly larger, moving faster.
“Do it. Flood her,” Callum encourages, his cock in my mouth, cutting off any protest I might have made. “Breed her. She’s not on anything. You could have your heirs right now. You don’t need an heiress for it.You’regoing to launch a fucking legacy.”
So that’s why he didn’t want me on any contraception; to make his friend realize he could have children that easily, with anyone; tofeellike he could.
I’m fully aware that somewhere in his mind right now, Hawk is fucking my half-sister, not me. Thinking about impregnating her, not me.
“Do you really want your entire life to be about the next tea party and what the neighbors could think? This could be it. We have plenty of money. You’re an heir twice over. Takewhat you want.”