Trouble: (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance) (Made & Broken Book 3)

by Nora Ash

  “That’s it, good girl,” he whispered behind me. “God, you’re so beautiful.” He grabbed my arse in both hands, squeezing the plump flesh. “So fucking perfect.”

  I was so lost to his caresses and Louis’ tongue, my mind only snapped back when his fingers slid from my cheeks down to my pussy, stroking the lips spread around his brother’s thick cock and wedged a tip of a finger in alongside it.

  “Oh!” I tore my lips from Louis, grimacing at the unexpected stretch. “W-what are you doing?”

  “Shh love, he’s just making you feel good,” Louis murmured. “Relax. And trust us. We’d never hurt you, you know that.”

  “Uh-huh,” I whimpered, because just then Liam slid his finger all the way in, and quickly slipped a second finger in alongside it. Even though I’d been nice and relaxed to take Louis’ cock without pain, the extra girth of Liam’s fingers stretched me farther than I’d been before, and my pussy protested with a weak little spasm around the intrusion.

  Louis groaned low in his throat at the added stimulation and kept his arms locked around my body so my beginning struggles to pull away came to nothing. He held me still for Liam as he slowly fucked his fingers in and out of my tight sheath, murmuring how much he loved me against my ear when I began to pant at the stimulation. And slowly, it started to feel good.

  The slight pain turned to nothing but that deep, feminine pleasure of being filled, and my pussy gushed slick, coating them both to ease penetration. I rocked back, eager for them to move, and was rewarded with a rumble of appreciation from both men.

  “Ready for more, love?” Liam asked, and I closed my eyes when his lips skimmed over my shoulder while his fingers still thrust gently in and out of my splayed pussy.

  “Yes. Please.” Oh, yes, I was more than ready for them to pick up the pace and bring me to the elusive orgasm that’d been flirting with my pulsing nerves since Louis slid inside of me. I rocked back, trying to make the twin underneath me move too, but instead of complying, he just grabbed my hips and held me perfectly still as Liam slipped his fingers out of me.

  “Why?” I was vaguely aware I was whining, the frustration of losing stimulation when I wanted more too much to bear.

  But before I could protest too much, Liam slipped his hands up over the curve of my hips, holding me firmly in place… and then something hard and much, much broader than his fingers nudged at my opening where I was already fused with Louis.

  My eyes flew wide open and my breath hitched in my throat when it finally dawned on me exactly what they had planned.

  “Oh, my God, you’re not serio—oh! Oh! N… no-ow!” My panicked protest died on a pained groan when Liam, using his grip on my hips for leverage, forced the fat head of his cock up inside of me.

  The stretch was far too much, far too big. I fought against both twins’ hold in my attempt at escaping the excruciating penetration. All it got me was a light swat to my backside before Liam pushed his cock deep.

  I couldn’t even scream. Everything was tension and heat and pleasure so intense it bordered the realm of agony. I was so full! So utterly and excruciatingly… complete.

  Maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe it was just the sensation of feeling the twins’ bodies enveloping me, protecting me even as their cocks forced me so wide I could do nothing but rest on Louis’ shoulder and gasp for breath. But as I lay there, shuddering in their arms as they moaned my name and hissed with the intensity of my pussy’s grip, I’d never felt more whole in my entire life.

  “God, you’re so fucking amazing, Audrey,” Louis groaned beneath me. “Fuck!”

  “You doing okay, love?” Liam gasped, the strain in his voice evident.

  I could only whimper in response. Was I doing okay? I didn’t know—I hardly knew my own name, let alone if the deep, pulsing strain at the core of my body where their cocks opened me up wide was from pleasure or pain.

  “I think she needs a little convincing still,” Louis said. He skimmed his lips along the top of my head and now my turned neck, nibbling at the sensitive spots there.

  Liam bent forward to kiss my opposite shoulder, and as he did, he slipped one hand around my hips and down to my exposed clit, brushing gently against it.

  I jolted, my pussy contracting around the cocks filling it on instinct, making me cry out as the muscles strained futilely against the intrusion.

  “Shh, I’ll be good,” Liam whispered hoarsely in my ear as he ghosted his fingertips over my aching clit in small circles. “Relax. We only want to please you.”

  “Trust us, Audrey,” Louis murmured into my other ear. “We’ll make you feel so, so good.”

  I whimpered again, this time in surrender. Even as my body struggled to accept them, I knew they were right. Whatever issues we may have had, neither man had ever brought me anything than mind-numbing pleasure in the bedroom. And having both of them together, inside… nothing could ever compare.

  Slowly, I relaxed between them. My straining muscles softened one by one as a wave of calm rolled through me until my fitfully spasming pussy finally accepted the brutal invasion. And just like that, the agony of being opened too wide was gone, replaced by nothing but deep, smoldering pleasure.

  I gasped at the unexpected rush of need that followed. God, all I wanted—needed—at that moment was more. More sex, more pleasure… more of them.

  “More!”

  A deep chuckle vibrated through me from above and below.

  “There we go.”

  “Good girl.”

  And then, blessedly, they gave me exactly what I needed.

  Louis moved first, sliding his long, thick cock halfway out, only to thrust it back deep the next moment. He set a slow, even rhythm, letting me feel the full length of his cock rub against my frontal wall and swollen G-spot again and again and again, while Liam teased my clit with gentle precision. I moaned and shuddered, unable to keep my grasp on reality. The world tilted and faded until there was nothing but Louis’ thrusting cock and that deep, burning stretch of both my lovers forcing me so incredibly wide, all the way to my very core.

  That’s when Liam began to move, too.

  My orgasm was so instantaneous, I didn’t get to prepare myself for it. One moment I was panting and whimpering with pleasure, the next my back arched of its own accord as every single nerve in my body crackled with bolts of ecstasy so intense I could do nothing to fight them. My body contorted between the twins as I rode their cocks over wave after cresting wave, each climax bringing me higher and higher as my pussy fought to contract enough to bring an end to it. But I was forced open too wide, my muscles unable to rein in the excruciating force of their pounding cocks forcing my orgasm to rise like a tide, with no end in sight. For every time I screamed out in tormented bliss, they would only fuck me harder, the seesaw motion ruthless in its relentlessness.

  I came until every contraction of my exhausted pussy around their too-thick cocks made me cry from pain. I came until my world was nothing but the hard pounding between my legs, my pulse drumming in my ears in the same rhythm as the men I loved gasped their pleasure in the shared air between us. And still, they fucked me, like rutting beasts addicted to the pleasure they found between my legs.

  I don’t know how long they took me. Time didn’t have meaning in my cage of molten flesh and agonized rapture. I’d long since stopped counting my own orgasms, the peaks blurring into one, long, continuous climax in my hazy mind when, finally, first Liam and then Louis stiffened, their moans deepening as their hands clutched my body tighter.

  The rush of semen flooding my gaping pussy felt like a soothing balm as it coated my cervix, and I groaned with relief while my body slowly stilled. The spasms in my core seemed to ease with every rush of their seed until I had nothing left to give. There was only peace. Peace, and the bone-deep knowledge that I had found my place in the world—between these two men. Forever and always.

  “You okay, love?” Despite the thoroughly sated note to Louis’ voice, a sliver of worry made it
s way through as he brushed a thumb against my tear-stained cheek.

  “Was it too much?” Liam asked. He was laying on top of me, pressing me into his twin’s chest with most of his weight, and I felt him nuzzle his face against the crook of my neck.

  I sighed, content to my very toes. Was it too much? I would have said yes, before. The agony of it, the exhaustion… it had felt like too much, like I couldn’t contain the pleasure they were forcing into me. As if I was about to come apart at the seams from the intensity of their combined lust.

  But now?

  As I lay between them, sated all the way into my very bones, and felt their synchronized heartbeats against my chest and my back, I knew what had happened was exactly what I’d needed to finally understand.

  “I love you,” I whispered.

  33

  Liam

  It’s funny how the arguably filthiest thing I’d ever done to a girl was also the one thing that finally cemented a few undeniable facts for me.

  One—Audrey was mine. There was no other way to describe it. As fucked up as it sounded, somewhere along the mind bending fuck we’d just shared, I’d felt something click into place that’d been permanently out of whack, even back when I was first with her. Perhaps it was because I’d finally said it out loud, had let her know how I truly felt, without holding back like I had before. Whatever the reason, the strong sense of everything finally being right hummed in my chest.

  And two—Louis loved her as much as I did. I’d seen it in his eyes while he was with her—felt it in the way he moved within her. He loved her with every ounce of his heart.

  I love you, she’d said. But to who? And did it matter? If she chose one of us, the other would be broken. Being without her for that week had damn near torn me apart. Facing the rest of my life without her? I clutched the sleeping woman in my arms tighter at the sickening sense of dread the mere thought stirred in my stomach. But if she chose me instead of Louis… I glanced over at my dozing twin. He had his arms wrapped loosely around her, too, and his face nestled in the crook of her neck. I was still pissed at him for what he’d done, but I got it. He’d been terrified of losing me, and I’d have likely done something similar in his place. And he was still my twin—my other half. The thought of seeing him ripped apart if Audrey chose me felt as sickening as if I had to suffer her rejection myself. And if she chose neither…

  I stroked a hand through her tangled hair and tried to block out that particular train of thought. If I had to choose between seeing her with Louis and never seeing her again, I’d pick the former every time. At least that way I’d get to be around her.

  “This is pretty fucked up, huh?”

  I glanced up from Audrey’s sleeping face at the whisper from my twin. He was watching her too, before he looked up catch my gaze.

  “Uh-huh,” I agreed. I looked down over her naked body so entwined with ours and snorted. I hadn’t even paused to think how incredibly messed up this had to look from the outside. I’d fucked Louis’ women before, but never at the same damn time as him. Fuck, I’d not batted an eyelid at feeling his cock move against mine inside of her. It’d felt… natural. All of it had. Even this, now, when my desperate longing to show her how much I needed her had been quelled and all that was left was this complete sense of peace.

  “Feels pretty good, though.”

  “Yeah,” he said, his gaze ghosting down to where our legs were tangled with hers. “That’s the fucked up part.”

  I wanted to ask him what he meant, but just then Audrey made a small mewling noise and her eyelids flickered open.

  “Morning, love,” I said, swooping down to peck her mouth before she could regain her bearings.

  “Sleep well?” Louis asked, pressing his lips to hers in a quick kiss as soon as I pulled back.

  “Y-yeah. Thanks.” She looked from him to me, and then she fucking blushed. For someone who’d spent a good solid hour-plus getting screwed silly mere hours earlier, it was pretty fucking adorable. You’d think once she’d had both our dicks in one go, modesty would be out the door, but apparently not.

  “Did you? Sleep well?” She did her best to not look too much at us as she sat up, extracting herself as subtly as she could. Even her voice was detached, as if she hadn’t just woken up in the aftermath of a sex orgy. Would probably start talking about the damn weather any moment now.

  Louis let out a snort. “A prude ’til the end, eh, love? You’re actually trying to pretend like nothing’s out of the ordinary here, aren’t you?”

  I grinned, pushing my worries aside for later. I could always fret about what would become of this fucked up little love triangle of ours when shit actually had to be dealt with. Right now, in our little camp with reality pleasantly far away, I was going to enjoy what happiness came our way. And waking up with Audrey after an afternoon’s debauched sex? Yeah, that ranked pretty fucking high up there on things that were worth smiling about. “What’s the matter, love, not brushed up on your post-gangbang etiquette?”

  Audrey’s blush turned crimson. She hid her face in both hands with a squeak that made both Louis and I laugh.

  “Shut up! It’s not funny!” she hissed from behind her hands.

  “It’s pretty hilarious, yeah,” Louis said. He sat up next to her and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Relax, love. It’s just us—there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

  “Easy for you to say,” she grumbled, still hiding behind her hands, but her shoulders seemed to relax a millimeter or two. “I’m not exactly used to… to this sort of thing.”

  “You think we are?” I was genuinely amused by her assumption that Louis and I woke up naked with a bird between us every other Sunday.

  “Well…” Audrey finally lowered her hands to give me a shy glance. “Aren’t you? You seem so… comfortable.”

  “Would you listen to that—bird thinks we’re complete perverts,” Louis teased. Then he sighed and stroked a hand up her back before snaking an arm around her middle. “We’re comfortable because it’s you, Audrey. Why be ashamed when what we did felt so good?”

  “Contrary to what you might think, we’ve not bedded a girl together before,” I added, trailing my fingers along her lower back in gentle circles. She seemed to relax a little under our touches, though the heat in her cheeks was still very much present. “Taken turns without her knowing, sure, but never like this.”

  “So… what you did to me, pretending like you were just one guy, that’s normal to you?” Her voice turned just a little sharp, and Louis shot me a dirty look behind her back.

  “We’ve done a lot of shit we’re not necessarily proud of, Audrey,” he said softly. “But this? Not one of them.”

  “Oh.” Audrey finally let her hands fall to her lap. “I… don’t know what to do now.”

  “Don’t do anything,” Louis said, giving her a small squeeze. “It’s late. I’ll cook us some dinner, and we can just…”

  Pretend like everything is going to be okay. I knew what he wanted to say, but he didn’t finish. Saying it out loud would break the walls down around our small bubble of peace. On the other side of this waited a lot of death and heartache, but right now, we could have just a few moments where everything was all right. Just the three of us.

  “Okay,” Audrey whispered, and I knew she understood it, too. It was a silent pact—a pact to ignore all the horrors that awaited us for just a little while longer.

  She lay back down, cuddling up against me when I offered her my shoulder as a pillow. Louis sighed happily and let his fingers trail over her full backside in a gentle caress. But when he dipped them further down, she jolted and shot him a glare over her shoulder. “I thought you were cooking dinner.”

  “I was. But your pussy is so pretty.” The purr in his voice made my own cock stir with interest at the implied suggestion, but Audrey was having none of it.

  “Absolutely not! I’m starving, and I’m still really sore.” She crossed her legs for emphasis, and Louis pulled back with a s
igh.

  “Fine, fine. I guess you earned a break.” He got up and stretched lazily, heading to the smoldering fireplace.

  We ate in front of the fire and, when Louis’ wristwatch showed ten, we switched on the burner phone.

  It went off the second it caught signal, the loud ringing making all three of us jump. I gave Louis a quick look before I picked it up and pressed “answer.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Liam?”

  I blinked at the voice coming through the scratchy reception. It wasn’t Blaine on the other end—it was Marcus. I hadn’t heard from him in months, not since he fled to America with his wife, and hearing his voice made an unexpected jolt of happiness shoot through me. He may have been crazy as fuck, but I’d kind of missed his looming presence.

  “Yeah, it’s me. Louis is here too. Are you and Evelyn all right? And Blaine and his family?”

  “Yes.”

  Relief flooded through me at the confirmation and I opened my mouth to ask specifics, but was cut off before I had the chance.

  “We don’t have much time. Listen and be quiet.” So his phone manners hadn’t improved much. I grimaced, but didn’t argue.

  “You need to get to Isaac. Tell him the bird’s safe. Tell him he has to give you what he’s got or we’re all fucked, got it?”

  “What do you mean we’re fucked—do you have intel on Dad?”

  “Liam, do you understand?” my brother snapped into the phone.

  “Fucking calm down,” I growled. “Yeah, I get it, but how are we supposed to get to him? He’s been refusing visitors from day one.”

  “Figure it out. And do it now—if you’re not in and out of there by midday tomorrow, we’re done.”

  “Marcus, what the hell is going on?” Sure, I knew shit was already on fire, but the urgency in my older brother’s voice was a distinctly next level. “We need to know what the hell we’re dealing with.”