Ruin Me Like You Own Me

~SEREN~

"Strip."

Alaric's command dances into ears like a hypnotic spell.

My hands move before I can think to stop them and the icy-cold A.C air caresses my skin as my gown slips from my body, pooling around my feet in a black heap.

Standing before him in nothing but the black, lace type underwear I'd thrown on in a hurry this morning, I feel utterly exposed, yet a thrill runs through me at the way his dark eyes devour me, like he's a starving man and I'm a five-course meal.

A soft click comes from the direction of the bar and I glance in that direction to see Dominic leisurely making his way around the bar, a whiskey glass in his hand.

He takes a slow sip while keeping his gaze locked on me as he perches onto the sofa's arm.

"All of it." He says, motioning downwards to the last piece of clothing.

My cheeks burn hot as I comply, reaching down to slide the damp piece of cloth down my legs.

Their eyes track my every movement, watching as my panties join my dress at my feet before a soft hum of approval leaves one of their lips.

The sound makes me all the more aware of the dampness between my legs. But I barely have time to process it.

Alaric raises a finger—one I find myself imagining how deep inside me it'll go, and curls it towards him. "Come here, Princess."

My legs move before I can register them, carrying me towards him until I stand between the spread of his legs.

I'm so close to him now and the scent of expensive cologne and whiskey envelopes me.

He reaches out a hand, and my breath hitches as he places it on my waist, pulling me closer until I straddle him.

My bare skin comes into contact with the rough material of his pants, and a gasp leaves my lips at the friction.

He looks up at me, his honey-amber eyes burning with an intensity that makes my stomach clench.

"You're even more beautiful up close," he murmurs, bringing a hand up to cup my cheek. His thumb brushes across my lower lip, sending a jolt through me. "Your husband must be a fool."

I flinch at the mention of Julian, the pain still raw and fresh. But Alaric's touch, his words, they're like a balm, soothing the ache even as they stir something else within me.

"The foolish ones are always the lucky ones," Dominic's voice suddenly brushes against my earlobe and I stifle a surprised gasp.

"Relax princess," he purrs, cold fingers leaving behind burning trails as he sweeps my hair to the side. "We won't bite... unless you ask us to."

Before I can form a response, his lips are on my neck, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses that make my stomach tumble in summersaults.

My back arches on instinct, pressing my bare chest against Alaric's clothed one as a gasp leaves my lips.

His hands slide down my back, cupping my ass and squeezing gently. The sensation is electrifying, and I find myself grinding against him, seeking more friction at pace that should have been alarming.

"Already so eager for us," He chuckles against my skin, before leaning down and capturing a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before biting down gently.

A sharp gasp tears from my lips and I bite down on the inner skin of my lip to stop myself from moaning.

"Let it out, princess," Dominic's husky whisper dances into my earlobe as he places another searing kiss against the nape of my neck. "Don't hold back. We want to hear you."

My resolve crumbles and I moan the moment I feel a pair of slender fingers slip through the wetness between my tights before slowly circling my swollen bundle of nerves.

"Someone's been waiting for this, huh?" Alaric murmurs, pressing two digits against my entrance before he eased in. Slow and deliberate.

"Fuck." I gasp as my walls clench tightly around him, feeling the thickness of his fingers.

"So fucking tight." Alaric murmurs, pressing a kiss against my sternum before easing out until only the tip remained inside me. And then he slides back in again, harder this time.

A moan tears from my lips as my head lolls backwards onto Dominic's shoulders.

"You like that, princess? You like the way my brother is fingering you?" Dominic's deep bass vibrates against my ear. "Wait until he's inside you. Or better yet, wait until I'm inside you."

I whimper at the thought of having one of their length deep inside me, or worse, both of them.

The thought alone is enough to send a fresh wave of heat through me, making me clench around Alaric's fingers.

I feel a sharp pinch and I gasp, my eyes flying open to see Dominic nipping at my earlobe, his eyes dark with desire as he looks down at me.

"Don't worry, princess," he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. "We'll take good care of you."

As if to prove his point, I feel a new sensation against my other entrance—a slight pressure that makes me stiffen.

Before I can process what's happening, one of Dominic's slick fingers slides inside my ass, a slow, deliberate invasion that sends a jolt through me so intense I nearly see stars.

A choked gasp escapes my lips, my body trembling as the unfamiliar, full sensation overwhelms me.

I'm being stretched in ways I've never imagined, filled from both sides by two impossibly handsome men, their fingers moving in a rhythm that is both maddening and exquisite.

"Such a tight little ass," Dominic growls against my ear, nipping at my earlobe again as he slowly works his finger deeper. "Can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock."

His words are crude, but they send a thrill through me, a dark, forbidden excitement that makes my head spin. I've never done this, never even considered it, but with them, it feels right, like I was made for this moment, for their touch.

“Nghn… fuck…” I moan as Alaric's fingers continue their assault on my pussy, stroking, curling and hitting spots deep inside me that makes me see stars.

With each thrust, with each stroke of Dominic's finger in my ass, I feel myself climbing higher and higher, the pressure building until I'm teetering on the edge of something monumental.

Alaric's thumb finds my clit, circling the swollen bundle of nerves with a pressure that borders on painful. I cry out, my back arching as the last of my restraint shatters.

"That's it," he coaxes, his voice a low rumble against my skin. "Let go. Come for us."

As if on command, the dam breaks. A wave of pleasure so intense it steals my breath crashes over me, and I shatter, my body convulsing as a cry of pure ecstasy tears from my lips.

My walls clench around Alaric's fingers, my body pulsing with the force of my orgasm and my mind goes blank as I'm swept away by the sheer, overwhelming pleasure.

The world fades away, reduced to the sensation of their fingers inside me, the weight of their gazes on me and the sound of their voices in my ears.

As the waves of pleasure begin to subside, I slump against them and I’m vaguely aware of Alaric withdrawing his fingers, of Dominic doing the same, but I'm too spent to move, to even open my eyes.

A soft chuckle, then the rustle of clothing reaches my ears and the next thing I know, I'm being lifted.

Strong arms wrap around me as I'm carried through the room. My head lolls against a hard chest, the steady thump of a heartbeat against my ear a comforting rhythm.

My eyes flutter open as I'm gently laid down on the silk sheets of the bed. The cool fabric feels incredible against my heated skin, and I sigh, content to just lie here, to bask in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm of my life.

But my respite is short-lived. A shadow falls over me, and I look up to see Alaric standing over me, his shirt gone, revealing a chest sculpted to perfection, muscles rippling under smooth, sun-kissed skin.

His eyes, dark and intense, roam over my naked body, a slow, predatory gleam flashing in them.

Beside my head, the bed dips as Dominic joins me. I turn to look at him and my breath hitches at the sight.

He, too, is shirtless, his body a mirror image of Alaric's, though with a smattering of dark hair across his chest that I have an inexplicable urge to run my fingers through.

They're both breathtakingly beautiful, a perfect pair of specimens that should be illegal, and they're both here, with me, ready to... what?

The question hangs in the air, unspoken but understood. I know what's coming, what they want, what I agreed to. A thrill shoots through me, a mixture of fear and anticipation, as I watch Alaric pull down his brief, revealing the full, impressive length of him.

My eyes widen, and I swallow hard. He's big. Bigger than Julian, in every way. The thought sends a jolt through me, a dark, possessive satisfaction.

Dominic shifts beside me, and I turn my attention to him, watching as he, too, discards the rest of his clothes. He's just as impressive as his brother, and I feel a fresh wave of heat wash over me as I take in the sight of them, both naked and aroused, their gazes fixed on me. On my body.

"We're going to ruin you, princess," Dominic murmurs, his hand coming up to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over the already sensitive nipple. "We're going to fuck you so hard you'll forget your name."

"And your husband's," Alaric adds, a dark promise in his eyes as he joins us on the bed, positioning himself between my legs. "When we're done with you, you won't even remember what his pathetic touch felt like."

The mention of Julian should have brought me back to reality, should have made me feel guilty, remorseful. But it doesn't.

Instead, I find myself wanting this, wanting to be ruined and fucked senseless by these two men.

"Ruin me," I hear myself say, my voice a low, husky whisper. "Ruin me like you own me."

A slow, predatory smile spreads across Alaric's face, and without another word, he positions the head of his cock at my entrance, teasing me with light, shallow thrusts that make me arch my back, a silent plea for more.

"Patience, princess," he chides, though there's a hint of amusement in his voice. "We've got all night."

But I don't want to wait. I've waited long enough. I've been patient for six long years, waiting for a child, waiting for my husband to love me, to cherish me, to be faithful to me.

I was done waiting.

"Please," I plead, my hips bucking, trying to take him in, to feel him inside me, to fill the emptiness that's been gnawing at me for so long. "Please, Alaric, ruin me."