Triplet Husbands 4🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

Chapter 4

I felt Cassian's fingers on the handcuffs, heard the click as he released them. My wrists were raw, aching, but before I could even process the relief, his hand wrapped around my arm and flipped me onto my back.

I gasped, my eyes flying open to meet his brown gaze—so different from his brothers' blue eyes. There was something burning in those depths that made my stomach clench with fear and something far more dangerous.

"We don't need those," he said, his voice a low rumble as he tossed the handcuffs aside. "I'd love to see you do so much as try to get away from me."

He leaned down, his face inches from mine, his breath hot against my lips. "The more you resist, kitten, the harder I go. So think carefully."

My entire body trembled. I wanted to push him away, to beg him to stop, but some dark, twisted part of me wanted this. Wanted him. And that terrified me more than anything.

Cassian didn't rush. He took his time, his calloused hands trailing over my sweat-slicked skin, exploring every curve like he was memorizing me. His fingers traced the marks his brothers had left—the bruises on my hips, the bite marks on my throat—and something flickered in his eyes. Possession. Fury. Hunger.

"Look at you," he murmured, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts. "Marked. Used. Dripping with my brothers' cum."

He squeezed roughly, making me whimper. But then his thumbs brushed over my nipples, gentler than I expected, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. My body arched involuntarily, betraying me once again.

"So responsive," he said, almost to himself. His hands moved lower, tracing my ribs, my waist, my trembling thighs. "Even after everything they did to you, you still want more, don't you?"

"No," I whispered, but it was a lie and we both knew it.

His hand slid between my thighs, and I gasped. I was oversensitive, swollen, aching—but when his fingers brushed my clit, pleasure sparked through the discomfort.

"Liar," he growled, his fingers sliding lower, spreading my folds. "You're dripping, kitten. And not just from them."

He was right. Despite everything, despite the exhaustion and the overstimulation, I was wet. My body was preparing itself for him, craving him, and the shame of it made fresh tears prick my eyes.

Cassian's gaze locked onto my face, watching every expression, every emotion that flickered across my features. Then he pushed one thick finger inside me.

I cried out, my back arching off the bed. I was so sensitive that even that single finger felt overwhelming.

"Shhh," he murmured, but there was no comfort in it. "I'm not even close to done with you yet."

He added a second finger, stretching me, and I whimpered. My hands flew to his wrist, trying to push him away, but he caught both my wrists in his free hand and pinned them above my head.

"What did I say about resisting?" His voice was dangerous, dark with promise.

He added a third finger, then a fourth, and I sobbed. The stretch was intense, burning, but underneath it was pleasure building despite my protests.

"Trust me," he said, his brown eyes boring into mine with an intensity that stole my breath. "I'm merely doing you a favor, preparing you to take me. My brothers stretched you out nicely, but you might need a bit more to be able to accommodate me."

My gaze dropped involuntarily to his cock, and my heart stuttered. He was huge—thicker and longer than his brothers, the head already glistening with precum. There was no way I could take all of that. No way.

"Eyes on me, kitten."

My gaze snapped back to his face. His expression was hard, unreadable, but his eyes... there was something there. Something that looked almost like concern before it vanished behind a sneer.

"Spread your legs," he commanded.

I hesitated, fear freezing me in place.

"Now." His voice cracked like a whip.

Slowly, shakily, I let my thighs fall open.

"Wider."

I obeyed, spreading myself completely for him, exposing every intimate part of me. The vulnerability was crushing, humiliating, but the way he looked at me—like I was something precious he wanted to destroy—made heat pool low in my belly.

"Wider," he growled.

I didn't think I could, but I tried, my muscles trembling with the effort. He crawled between my spread thighs, his massive frame dwarfing mine. One hand slid under my waist, arching my hips up slightly.

"Deep breath, kitten," he murmured.

Then, with no further warning, he slammed his entire length inside me in one savage thrust.

My mouth opened in a silent scream. The pain was blinding, the stretch impossibly full. He'd buried himself to the hilt, and I could feel him everywhere—in my belly, in my throat, consuming every part of me.

"Fuckkkk!" he roared, his head falling back as his entire body went rigid. "So fucking tight. So perfect."

The pain hadn't even begun to settle when he started moving. His thrusts were brutal, merciless, each one driving deeper than I thought possible. I tried to close my eyes, to escape into darkness, but his voice cut through.

"I said," he warned, breathing heavily, his hand grabbing both my wrists and pinning them above my head with one hand, "eyes on me, kitten."

But I could barely keep them open. The sensations were too much—pain and pleasure blurring together until I couldn't tell them apart.

"Do not let me ask again." His free hand gripped my jaw roughly, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Keep your fucking eyes on me while I fuck you. Unless you'd love me to punish you. Trust me, I have all the time."

"Please..." I cried, tears streaming down my face. "I... I can't... it's too much."

I forced my eyes to stay open, to hold his stare. His brown eyes held an intensity I couldn't decipher—hunger, yes, and lust, but something else too. Something that looked almost like awe, like he couldn't believe I was real, before he masked it with another sneer.

He leaned down and crashed his lips on mine, swallowing my cries. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, claiming, possessing, silencing me as he continued to pound into me with savage force.

But the kiss... the kiss was different from his brothers'. Beneath the brutality was something almost tender, the way his lips moved against mine, the way his tongue stroked mine. Like he was tasting me, savoring me, like he couldn't get enough.

When he pulled back, I was gasping, and I realized with shock that pleasure was building again. My seventh orgasm of the night, and this one felt different. Bigger. More consuming.

"That's it," Cassian growled, his eyes never leaving mine. "I can feel you getting close. You're going to come on my cock, kitten. You're going to come harder than you ever have."

"No... no, I can't... not again..." I sobbed.

"You will," he snarled, and his hand released my jaw to slide between our bodies, his thumb finding my oversensitized clit.

The touch sent me spiraling. The orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, so intense that I screamed his name. My entire body convulsed, my pussy clamping down on his cock so hard that he groaned.

"Fuck, yes," he growled, but he didn't stop. He kept thrusting, kept circling my clit, prolonging my orgasm until I was sobbing, shaking, completely wrecked.

And then he pulled out.

I gasped at the sudden emptiness, confused, but before I could process it, Cassian grabbed me and hauled me up. In one fluid motion, he lifted me completely off the bed, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he pressed me against the wall.