Takedown: An Enemies to Lovers Dark Romance

by Lana Hartley

  “I know...but if Prince Gladrell pulls the rug from under our feet, we’re pretty much screwed. We don’t have enough money as it is, and without him...” Sighing, I sink down onto my chair, absently gazing at the newspapers and briefs cluttering the table. So much information in there, and almost nothing that is of any use to us.

  “Snow,” Malcolm suddenly breathes out, taking his feet off the table and sitting up straight. Despite everything that happened between us, he still respects the Princess as a noblewoman.

  “Hey,” I tell her, looking back at her over my shoulder. She’s coming down the stairs that lead to the upper floors, and she’s wearing a simple dress tonight, one that allows me a glimpse of the smooth skin between her breasts. Just one look at the way the fabric of her dress tightens up against the rising curve of her breasts, and I already feel my cock hardening up and pushing against my pants. I don’t know what it is about Snow, but she has cast a spell on all of us.

  “Where’s everyone else?” she asks me, walking up the table and looking down at all the newspaper clippings.

  “Lucien and Derek are in the armory, and the others are making a few calls,” I tell her, praying to God that, with all the calls they’ve been making, they manage to secure us some funding. Without money, we’re pretty much screwed. It’s one of the harsh truths in life; ideals are fine, but there’s not much you can do without money.

  “Any interesting news?” she continues, sitting down on one of the chairs and grabbing a few of the newspaper clippings. When I was told we were supposed to protect Princess Snow, I thought we’d have to deal with a spoiled brat that would just get in the way...But Snow’s none of that; she wants to be an active part in what we’re doing.

  “Not really,” I reply with a sigh, running one hand through my hair. “It’s all the same...Moira’s tightening her hold on the country, just like we expected her to. She has already started to replace ministers and high-ranking officials in the Army. Anyone who’s loyal to your father is being relieved of government duty. She’s building an echo chamber of her own.”

  “That’s because she doesn’t even want the government to have a voice,” Snow replies distractedly, her attentive gaze now focused on one of the intelligence briefs.

  “No, she doesn’t,” Malcolm agrees. “She wants her voice to be the only one. But there’s more; she has already started to nationalize some of the biggest companies as well. Supposedly a temporary measure, but there’s no doubt about what she’s trying to do. The military has already taken over the tiberium mines, and the —”

  “Hold on,” Snow suddenly cuts him short, looking up from the brief she was reading. “Did you say tiberium mines?”

  “Yeah, why? Does that ring a bell?”

  “It does,” she nods, a worried glint in her eyes. “Gladrell is a major investor in a multinational tiberium export company.” Without saying a word, Malcolm and I exchange a quick glance. There’s more to Prince Gladrell than we assumed. How did something like this even get past us?

  “Fuck,” Malcolm finally says, his voice fraught with tension. “The Queen has bought the Prince.”

  “Either that or they’ve been working together right from the beginning,” I tell him, even though the when doesn’t really matter. Gladrell’s in bed with Moira, and that means we just lost one of our most important pieces in the giant chessboard that St. Carlta has turned into.

  “He said he loved me,” Snow says suddenly, her voice lowered into a whisper. “I thought he meant it. I really did.”

  “Snow...”

  “I guess he always loved money more than anything else.” Pursing her lips, she takes a deep breath. “Gladrell’s a traitor. He betrayed me, my father, and the realm.” She tries to keep her voice steady, but I can feel it quivering. It must be hard; you spend your whole life being told you’re supposed to marry someone, and it turns out that someone was an active part in the destruction of your own family.

  Pushing my chair back, I jump up to my feet and close the distance between me and Snow. “Hey,” I whisper, placing two fingers under her chin and making her look into my eyes. “It’ll be okay...”

  “It’ll be okay,” Malcolm repeats, adding his voice to mine. “We’re here for you. Always.”

  “Promise me,” she whispers, looking from me to Malcolm. Slowly going up to her feet, she runs her tongue between her lips and offers us a sad smile. “Promise me that you won’t ever leave me...that you’ll stick by me whatever happens.”

  “We promise,” Malcolm and I say in one voice. Still with that sweet smile on her lips, she reaches for both our shirts and, grabbing them, she pulls us into her.

  The moment I feel her knuckles brushing against my chest, every single drop of blood inside my body starts to boil.

  Snow

  “You can certainly help me relax,” I say, and I know they can tell by the tone of my voice that I’m no longer thinking about that probably traitorous shit Gladrell. I’m thinking about my Freedom Fighters, particularly the two incredible men before me, and I know that I need them more than anything right now to erase any thoughts of reality that I have and replace them with pleasure.

  “We’ll get your mind off everything,” Malcolm says, and he and William exchange a glance that makes my pussy ache in anticipation.

  Whatever these two have in store for me, I’m excited.

  “You heard the lady,” William tells Malcolm, and then he grabs me by the hand and leads me to the couch they have against the wall, sitting down next to me. Never taking his eyes off of mine, Malcolm sits on the other side, his hand going straight to my knee.

  “I heard her, loud and clear,” Malcolm says, his fingers sliding up to the hemline of my dress. I lean back against the couch, lacing my arms around their necks and surrendering to their touch. As Malcolm slides his fingers under my dress, William has his hands on the straps of the dress, slowly pushing them down my shoulders. I feel the fabric going down my arms, William’s knuckles brushing against my bare skin, and I can’t help but sigh again.

  With my dress bunched up around my waist, William’s fingers trace a straight line from my navel to my cleavage. The lace bra I’m wearing has its clasp on the front so, with a simple turn of his fingers, William unhooks it and pulls the cups to the side. A gentle electric buzz grows under my skin as I feel the fabric sliding over my hard nipples, the rosy tips anxious to feel William’s touch. He takes his time, though—instead of going for it straight away, he brushes his index finger around the base of my breasts, going back and forth with maddening motions.

  As William focuses on my breasts, Malcolm’s hand moves between my thighs. I feel his fingertips brushing over my groin, his steady pressure applied over my thong. Then, as if both men were in tune, they move. William leans into me, his parted lips reaching for my nipple, and Malcolm flattens the palm of his hand over my pussy. It’s almost as if two explosions happen at once. The electric crackle of Malcolm’s touch climbs up my spine, blending with the feeling of William’s lips on my nipple, and sends a river of delight all the way to my brain.

  “Now this is teamwork...” I moan, my fingers busy with disheveling their hair. I bite my lower lip as Malcolm starts to rub his hand against my pussy, the drenched fabric sticking to my skin. I start to raise my hips from the couch, pressing my wetness against Malcolm’s fingers; he presses harder against me, my insides clenching. Yanking on William’s hair, I pull him into me, forcing him to crush his mouth against my nipple. Both men pressing hard on my body, the bonfire of lust starts to become brighter inside my mind.

  While he kisses my nipple, his tongue lapping at the hard tip, William takes his hands to my waist and pushes the dress down my legs. His long fingers then go back to my tits, squeezing them eagerly as I keep his head in place.

  Wearing only my black lace thong and heels, I finally feel ready to be sacrificed to the mercy of these incredible men, whom I trust completely to satisfy my body, and if I’m being honest, my soul. I crave all my
Freedom Fighters on a level that I kinda don’t even know how to describe it.

  William’s lips are wrapped tight around my nipple, sucking it hard, and I decide that I want to find out what else his lips can do. I push his head down, and after offering some resistance, he finally starts kissing down my stomach. Knowing what I intend to do, Malcolm takes his hand out of my pussy, opening the space for William. But he doesn’t remove himself from action, of course—he takes the fingers he just had pressed against my pussy and brushes them against my lips, making my own scent inundate me. I open my mouth and suck on his fingers, imagining that I’m sucking on something far better...You don’t need me to tell you what I’m imagining, do I? Good.

  When William reaches the place where skin and thong meet, I push him further down; he goes willingly, immediately pressing his open mouth against the drenched fabric that covers my pussy. Not one to lose time, he starts to suck on me over the thong, and I feel my fluids going through the fabric and into his mouth.

  “Let me help you with that,” Malcolm whispers against my ear, and then takes his hand to my pussy. William pulls back, and taking the opportunity, Malcolm grabs on my thong and flicks it to the side. “There,” he simply says as William dives into me, his hungry mouth ravaging my pussy.

  I sway my hips, my body contorting as William flicks his tongue against my clit. Each time he strokes his tongue takes me, all my nerve endings fire off closer and closer to bliss.

  Caught between lustful instinct and raw desire, I turn my attention to Malcolm. Slowly, I reach for his shirt and start to unbutton it, my heart almost skipping a beat as his chiseled muscles come into view. It doesn’t really matter how many times I see him naked...the sight of his body is always a welcome one. And if it looks good, let me assure you, it tastes even better.

  I press myself against him, my mouth devouring Malcolm’s nipple and trailing down his perfect chest.. I kiss and lick down to his perfectly toned abs,l. My hands make quick order of his belt, unbuckling it and pulling it out of his loops. When it comes undone, I throw it somewhere to the floor, immediately turning my attention to his crotch. I lick my lips unconsciously when I see the thick shape tenting his pants. Tracing its contour with the tip of my index finger, I then flatten my hand against his cock, grabbing it hard to show that I mean business. Malcolm groans at my ministrations, and that makes me hungrier to ravage his cock the way he takes over my entire body. Using both hands, I tug at his pants, forcing the buttons to pop out by themselves. Then, his tented boxer briefs coming into view, I curl my fingers around his cock and start to stroke it.

  “Seems like you missed me,” Malcolm says, squeezing my tits with his hands.

  “You have no idea,” I manage to say with the curling lust circling in my belly, the warmness of William’s mouth on my pussy forcing me to work extra hard to form a coherent sentence. A sharp sound leaves my mouth as I grab Malcolm’s pants and tug on them violently, sending them down his legs with his boxer briefs. My eyes widen at the sight of his cock; somehow, it seems even bigger than I remembered it to be. That’s the thing with well-endowed men, you never really get used to their cocks. In my book, that’s a good thing.

  “Do you want to know what I crave?” Malcolm whispers into my ear; running his fingers through my hair and curling them around it. “I crave your mouth.” I don’t even have the time to respond; he just grabs his cock with his free hand, and angling it toward me, pushes me down. I have no other option but to open my mouth and let his cock in, his thickness filling up my mouth. He pushes me all the way down, the tip of his cock only stopping when it meets the back of my throat; I make a low moaning sound and he finally eases the pressure, allowing me to roll my lips back. I think of coming up for air, but I forget all about it as I feel his shaft sliding over my tongue. I go back down, curl my fingers at the base of his cock, and start bobbing my head in a pendulum motion.

  It’s hard to keep concentrated when there’s a massive cock inside of your mouth and a man’s tongue against your pussy, but I do my best. Moving my hips from side to side, I rub my pussy against William’s face as I keep on sucking Malcolm, juggling both tasks inside my head the best I can.

  My coming and going motions over Malcolm’s cock become more erratic as William opens his mouth wide, sucking my folds in while he presses down on my clit with his tongue. Licking my pussy while he touches my clit, he turns that bonfire of lust into a raging inferno of ecstasy. I have to take Malcolm’s cock out of my mouth so that I can moan, my lungs begging for me to scream.

  “Don’t hold back...come, Snow. There’s more where that came from,” Malcolm tells me, grabbing his cock and brushing its tip against my lips. His words caressing my mind, I come undone; I sit back up and take both my hands to William’s head, pulling him into me as hard as I can.

  Fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids, and I feel my muscles twitching as pleasure rages through them. As I’m coming my brains out, Malcolm squeezes my tits, using his index finger and thumb to pinch on my left nipple. The sharp pain in my nipple joins the raging river of pleasure and adds to it, my whole body being consumed by ecstasy.

  Breathing hard, I let my hands slide down from William’s head and I lean back against the couch, my muscles still twitching. Of course, their hunger is so fierce they don’t allow me a minute’s rest. I hear Malcolm kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his clothes, and then his hands are on me. Curling his fingers around my naked hips, he pulls me into him and I roll to his side, opening my legs wide and straddling him.

  “You just can’t wait, can you?” I whisper lazily, opening my eyes and looking at Malcolm.

  “What do you think?” he shoots back at me, hooking his finger on my thong and tugging at it. He pulls the fabric against the outer side of my thighs, and with one fierce yank, he rips my thong off of my body. Then he grabs his cock and pushes it down, rubbing his glans against my folds. “Actually...I can wait, Snow,” he continues, changing gears. He keeps rubbing his cock against my pussy, driving me completely crazy. I ache to feel him inside of me, to feel his thickness destroying my tight pussy, and so I start to thrust at him. “Now who’s the impatient one?” he asks, his lips curling into a pleased smile. Mercifully, he lets go of my hips and thrusts upward, his cock impaling me at once.

  “Fuck,” I hiss, his thickness straining against my inner walls as it slides deep inside of me. Arching my back, I let instinct take over me and I look to the side. William is sitting on the couch, his eyes entranced by the movements of my naked body. “Don’t be shy,” I tell him, the words coming honeyed and lustful out of my mouth. As I speak, he places his hand over the bulging in his pants, massaging his own cock. “That’s it,” I moan, Malcolm’s cock almost stopping me from saying anything.

  Still swaying my hips, I keep looking at William as he unbuckles his belt and starts to unbutton his pants. His hard cock pushes against his knuckles, and with an almost anxious movement, he pulls both boxer briefs and pants down his legs. In a heartbeat, he has his fingers wrapped around his thick veiny cock.

  “Stroke...yourself...” I say between breaths, running my tongue lewdly over my lips. As if my words were a command, William starts moving his hand up and down, a rhythmic cadence to his movement. With a wink and a devious smile, I let him to it, turning my attention to Malcolm. “And now, let’s see how much you’ve missed me,” I say, biting on my bottom lip.

  Smiling, Malcolm cups my ass cheeks, his hands following the motion of my body. He then starts to thrust, replacing the pace of my hips with his own. I keep moving, though, the sound of my ass slapping him across the thighs filling the whole room. Riding him fast and hard, I grit my teeth and breathe out sharply, my tits bouncing as I move.

  “I could stay like this forever,” he whispers, leaning in and wrapping his lips around one hard nipple. Using one hand, he slaps my ass, thrusting even harder as he does it. The sound of our skin crashing against one another fills the whole room and caresses my eardrums, and lulled by that
melody, I let that sweet tension build up in my muscles, my whole body aching for release.

  As if he could feel another orgasm building up inside of me, Malcolm opens his hands wide, the tip of his fingers caressing the space between my ass cheeks. Using only one finger, he reaches toward my asshole, gently caressing it as I keep on swaying my hips.

  “Come, Snow, let go,” he whispers into my ear, pressing his finger against my hole at the same time. I don’t know if it happens because of his cock, his finger, or his words...but it happens. My body tenses up in half a heartbeat, and it explodes in the other half.

  This time there isn’t a moan on my lips—there’s a scream. A loud one. I throw my head back and scream as loud as I can, my lungs exasperating their conserves and releasing a wild collection of deep moans and screams in reaction to his delicious touch. My hands are on Malcolm’s chest, my fingers digging in his muscles as I feel the last spasms of my orgasm running through my body. When it finally dies out, I open my eyes and look into his.

  “Seems like you really needed me like I needed you,” I purr, lifting one leg and rolling to the side as his cock slides out of my pussy. Sitting back on the couch between the two men, I turn toward William, mischief in my eyes. He’s still gripping his cock, slowly stroking himself as his eyes seem to devour my naked body. “And I didn’t forget about you...” I say, running one finger down his abs and onto the base of his cock; I curl my fingers around his shaft, and he finally lets go of himself. I still feel the high voltage of my orgasm running inside of me, but I don’t want to waste any time; without any rest, I dive right into action again.

  My eyes never leaving William’s, I start leaning into him, parting my lips as I point his cock at my mouth. I go on all fours on top of the couch, my ass turned to Malcolm as my lips brush against the tip of William’s cock.

  “You look delicious from here,” I hear Malcolm say, and just like that he dives into me. I feel his hands on my ass, parting my cheeks as he leans into me and presses his mouth against my pussy. I gasp, but that’s all that I have the time to do; as I feel Malcolm’s lips on my wetness, I lean forward and take William’s shaft into my mouth. I start to suck him hungrily, readying him for what’s to come.