by Leia Thorne
I latch on to his shoulders, finding purchase to cling to him, as his cock bears down against my thigh. I squeeze my eyes closed. I want this…and yet I can’t help the confusion clawing at the back of my mind. Questioning if it was me or Sawyer that got him this aroused.
As his mouth crashes against mine, stealing my breath and my doubts, I decide that it doesn’t matter. What guy isn’t turned on by two girls going at it? Hell, that’s why they watch porn, right? Gage has built his own secret little group that delivers every sexual desire on demand—and I agreed to the terms.
To desire that he only want me is a selfish need. One that Sawyer or Palmer would suggest is fueled by insecurity. But everything is just happening so fast…my head is spinning. I haven’t even had time to figure out what I desire from this society.
“Remi.” His voice crashes into my thoughts, and I open my eyes. “Are you here with me?”
I nod repeatedly. “I’m here with you,” I say, my voice breathy.
He runs the backs of his fingers along my cheek as his light-blue gaze flicks over my features. “The only thing I want right now is to make you come so hard you’re screaming my name.”
My breath hitches. If I thought he was intense last night, I was sorely mistaken. This Gage wants to devour me, and it’s sinfully exhilarating.
He kisses me tenderly, then moves to my ear, biting my earlobe. “Talk dirty to me,” he whispers. “Tell me to fuck you. Tell me to fuck your brains out.”
Oh, my god. I grip my fingers in his hair, finding the nerve to let go of any and all reservations. “Fuck me, Gage. Fuck me until I can’t think straight.”
He groans against my neck. His fingertips dig into my thigh as he brings my leg up, anchoring his forearm beneath my knee. The tip of his cock penetrates the entrance of my pussy, and as he drives inside me, he fills me completely.
“Christ, you’re so wet.” His teeth sink into my shoulder. He backs out a little and then thrusts in deeper, opening me up to him. “This pussy was made for me.”
The angle of my leg gives him uninhibited access to go as deep as he wants, and he does—he fucks me with long and slow thrusts that make my core ache with the best kind of pain every time he slips back out of me, missing the feel of him hitting that needy spot.
His thrusts speed, his back and hips working in sync in the most seductive movement. He’s close shaven; just a hint of stubble around his pelvis, and every time he grinds against me, that friction elicits a spark of pleasure along my clit.
He knows exactly what he’s doing. My breathing ramps, my voice breaking through to stir a carnal moan, as if I’m begging him to keep hitting that one spot.
He drops my leg and pushes up, seizing my hands and shoving my wrists over my head. The blue in his eyes is sharp and severe. Lascivious lust. That’s what I see there. Greedy, needy yearning to own every inch of my body.
He clamps one hand around both of my wrists, pinning me to the bed, as his other hand circles my throat. He stabs inside me with vicious, desperate need—as if he can’t fuse us close enough.
“Say you’re mine,” he grits out through clenched teeth. “Say I own you.”
I can barely catch my breath, my voice lost, but I somehow force the words out. “I’m yours.”
“Damn right.” His grip tightens around my neck as he angles my face upward. He bears down between my thighs, forcing my legs to spread lewdly. I’m completely bared to him. My breasts bounce as his thrusts increase. “I want you to come on my cock. Soak my fucking cock.”
Shit. His dirty words spear right through me, and my back arches off the bed. He releases my throat, and I draw in a full breath, feeling lightheaded, as he shoves his hand between us and pinches my clit.
“Oh, my god…” My whole body threads tight.
“That’s right. I’m your fucking god, baby.” Gage thrusts harder, deeper, driving the orgasm into my back. Lights flicker against the backs of my eyelids, and I hold my breath as I crash, my skin prickling hot and cold all at once.
His mouth captures mine in a brutal kiss as I come down. I came so hard, I hear him sliding in and out of me. I pant against his mouth, unable to quell the ache in my chest. Then, as he breaks away, he slaps my ass cheek.
“Not nearly enough,” he says. His arm surrounds my lower back. He draws me up onto his lap like I’m a fucking rag doll.
“I can’t…” I plead. “I think you broke me.”
A deep laugh barrels loose. “Oh, you’re not broken yet,” he says, clamping his large hands to my hips. He works my hips back and forth, helping me find a rhythm. “When I break you, you’ll know. Every single cock that enters that pussy…you’ll beg it to be mine.”
I might laugh if I didn’t believe him in this moment. I can feel myself building, the deep and hungry ache inside desperate to be satiated again. I drape my arms around his shoulders as he sucks on my breast, taking my nipple into his mouth.
A shock of electric pleasure webs over my body, lighting up every nerve.
When I’m breathless and desperate for the torturously slow rhythm to stop, Gage smiles at me. Those fucking smoldering dimples cause my thighs to clench.
“Say it, Remi,” he says, a dare in his heated gaze.
I bite my lip, wishing I could shut my eyes, but I’m drawn into him, like a moth to a flame. He’s that addictive.
“Beg me to break you,” he says. “Let me ruin you in the best fucking way.”
I push my fingers into his damp hair at the nape of his neck, curling them there as I gain balance. I ride him with sure movements, gaining an ounce of control back. “What if I break you?” I challenge.
His eyes flare. A moment where his gaze darkens as his eyes slip over my features, where we’re suspended in this intoxicating moment, then his mouth seizes mine in a dominant kiss.
He lifts me up with a secure arm around my back and maneuvers me to the wall. When he finally breaks the kiss, he says, “Fucking hell. This is going to be so much fun.”
Then he flips me around so that I’m pressed up against the wall. My breasts welcome the cool feel of it, dousing some of the fire licking my skin. He gets a sure grip of my hair, positioning me the way he wants me. My ass kicked out; my hands flat against the wall.
He grabs my ass as his knee spreads my thighs apart. “When I’m done with you, you’re going to wish you swallowed that challenge.”
A trickle of fear skitters up my spine, but it’s soon replaced with a delicious heat as Gage kisses the back of my neck, provoking a wanton pang deep inside. His palm flattens along my stomach, and he eases his hand down slowly, the tips of his fingers teasing my pelvis.
Then I feel the steel edge of his hard shaft as he slides himself between my ass cheeks. For a moment, I’m worried he’s about to fuck me there…and my breath catches.
“Not yet,” he whispers beside my ear. “Got to save something for later.” Then, without warning, he rams his cock inside me, my breasts flattened to the wall.
“God,” he groans out as he drives in harder. “That pussy just stays tight. I might decide to fuck it all day.”
I bite my lip, trying to restrain the cry that wants to rip free. He tangles his hand in my hair and tugs harder, and I cry out. “Tell me I own that fucking pussy,” he grates. “When you say my cock has ruined you, I’ll let you come.”
Oh, my freaking god. Why is my body responding to his words like this? I should be angry, or offended. Hell, I should whip around and slap him right in that smug, dimpled face. But instead, I can feel myself growing wetter. My body pushing my ass back against him, desperate for him to touch me just the right way and trigger my release.
Gage’s hand cups my mound. He uses the slat between his fingers to squeeze my clit, and my legs go weak. His fingers loosen before he pinches tighter. Over and over. Each time my insides tremble as the arousing throb is sent deeper into my belly.
My whole body threatens to puddle right here on the bed, I can barely hold myself upright. “P
lease…” I hear myself say.
He rocks into me from behind and holds his cock there, seated deeply inside me. “Was that a plea to let you come?” he mocks.
Shit. “No. You’re going to have to fuck me harder.”
His groan is primal as he does just that. He pistons into me with a stamina that states he can very well do this all day. What does it take to make a guy like Gage lose control? How tough do I have to be? Maybe not that tough at all…
I lean back into him, wrapping an arm around his neck. “I want you to come inside me…”
“Hell…” He releases a dark growl, then I feel his teeth scrape along my shoulder. He hauls me away from the wall and, within the same beat, my back is on the bed once again.
His body covers me before his mouth takes mine in a devastating kiss. Our hands link together as he pushes inside me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He turns his head to the side, his eyes squeezed tightly together, as his face contorts in the sexiest display of sheer passion.
That sight does more to me than the feel of his cock thrusting hard inside me. It sends me right over the edge.
“Fucking hell,” Gage curses. “Say it again.”
I can barely catch my breath. I move against him, rolling my hips to meet him each time he comes down on top of me. “I want to feel you come inside me,” I manage. And I mean it.
Before I became one of his Broken Saints, Sawyer and I talked about the importance of birth control, obviously. I’ve been on the pill for over a year now. I have no worries there. What I’m doing… Well, she said there are only two major rules when it comes to the society.
Use condoms with anyone outside of the Broken Saints.
And the guys have to pull out. Every time. No exceptions.
I’ve only been a Saint for a day, and I’m already daring Gage to break the rules.
“I want you, Gage,” I say. “I want all of you.”
There’s a shift. I sense it immediately. His practiced, controlled thrusts to drive me crazy become frenzied. I feel the moment the air around us alters; the second he lets go. I connect my arms around his shoulders and bury my mouth in the crook of his neck to stifle my cries.
Our movements become frantic. Wild and intense. The insatiable feeling of not being able to get close enough, high enough on each other.
“Christ… Ah fuck…” Gage lifts up and drives into me in one long, deep thrust. His cock is so hard…my core muscles clench around him. He groans out, and the feel of his cock pulsing against my walls sends me careening right over the edge.
My nails dig into his back as I crash against him, arching my back and undulating my hips to gain every bit of friction as my climax mounts. His mouth captures mine, swallowing my moan as I crest.
He’s still pulsing inside me as I come, my breathing ragged. He pumps inside me a couple of times, riding it out, before his weight drops down on top of me. His breaths are hot and uneven against my shoulder.
“Holy hell,” he says. “That was…hot.”
For a moment, I think he’s going to say something else. But he’s relying on a lame Rush statement to fill the void. But yeah, I agree. “That was hot as hell.” I laugh.
He turns his head to look at me. “You’re bad news,” he says.
“What are you talking about?”
“Tempting a guy to break his own rule.” He tsks. “You should be ashamed.”
My eyes widen. “I needed to do something,” I say, running my fingers through his disheveled hair. “You were trying to fuck me to death.”
His laugh is deep and sudden. He leans up on his elbow and stares down at me. There’s a curious glint in his blue eyes. “Seems you found my weakness.”
I inhale deeply, my chest tight in the best way. “Is that really off-limits?” I ask.
His gaze travels over my features, that I’m sure are a wreck; every muscle in my body lax and worthless. I can barely hold a smile.
He leans over me and places a soft and sensuous kiss to my lips. “I make the rules, and breaking one for you was so damn worth it,” he says. “Don’t worry. It will be our little secret.” Then he rolls over and bounds off the bed.
As he’s cleaning up in the bathroom, I think about Gage and his rules and his secrets. And I know—despite the guilty pang in my gut—this is one secret I have to keep.
Gage pulls on his boardshorts. “When you’re ready, come out into the main cabin.”
“All right.” I pry myself off the bed, thinking about drawing another bath with those bath salts. My body is already feeling the burn.
Instead, I decide to freshen up and try my best not to look freshly fucked. It’s pointless. I rummage through the drawers in the guest room, looking for a hair tie, and my chest prickles with alarm as I uncover a framed photo tucked underneath a folded blanket.
I glance around, making sure I’m still alone, before I inspect the image closer. It’s a picture of Lesley and a woman.
Her mother? It has to be. They share similar features. Their smiles alike as they stare happily into the camera lens.
I hear Rush’s laugh from the next room over, and I bury the frame and close the drawer. I turn to go, but then think better. I grab my phone from my pants’ pocket and quickly snap a pic of the photo.
I’m not sure why I do it. Maybe because all around me, everywhere I go, Lesley is there—and yet no one will talk about her. She feels like a guarded secret herself.
Chapter 5
Gage
My cock still hasn’t gone all the way down. I’m watching Remi as she and Palmer plunder the kitchen for food, and I take succinct satisfaction in the way she’s limping. She’s been fucked right.
But dammit if she didn’t put the hurt right back on me.
My cock is rearing to go, the fucker jumping every time she bends over.
I knew when I took this mission that I wasn’t going to hate my role. Hardly. Getting a girl to fall in love with money and luxury and sin? That’s a lifestyle easily sold to anyone. But I had no idea just how amusing it would be; how much I’d enjoy fucking little Remi right into submission.
Thank you, Mrs. de Pont.
The chairwoman believes she’s investing in a replacement daughter. An heir to her throne. I’m investing in taking back my birthright. The legacy the chairwoman of the society removed from me when her sweet Lesley did a nosedive off her penthouse balcony.
If Mrs. de Pont ever discovered the whole truth of that incident, she’d do more than just take away my legacy status; she’d go all Count of Monte Cristo.
So I’m walking a tightrope here. Certain secrets have to be guarded carefully.
Which brings me to the love of my life. The girl of my dark and twisted dreams. The royal pain in my ass.
Sawyer is the only downside to this arrangement.
Loving someone and trusting them are two completely different things. Those you care the most about are the ones who can drive the knife deepest into your heart.
They possess all the power.
In a strategy match like this, one has to be willing to sacrifice a little upfront in order to take the game. It’s a gambit. Should Sawyer stumble onto certain privileged information…would she cross me? How much is she willing to risk to take ownership of our future firm?
The offer I made her last night should tide her over for now. Giving her equal shares will placate her for senior year. Giving me time to work my magic with Remi and secure my place as disciple chairman after graduation.
What would Remi do with a title like that anyway? She has no bloodline. No background. No training. She’s completely in the dark. Sure, Mrs. de Pont can swoop in like a fairy godmother and bestow a royalty status on her—but a leader that does not make.
It only took a couple of years to break down Lesley and prove to her she wasn’t worthy of the position. With Remi’s weak disposition? I give it less than six months.
“You’re looking at her like you want to eat her.” Rush plops down on the sofa ne
xt to me. “Save some for the rest of us, bro.”
A clipped laugh springs free. “She’s fresh blood,” I say. “Believe me. That girl’s got plenty to pass around.”
“Nice,” Rush says. “So I was thinking…” He eases closer to me. “With Emry laying claim to Palmer, and you and Sawyer’s whole deal—” he shrugs “—I want to call dibs on Remi.”
My gaze slants his way. Notice how he didn’t just “call dibs”. He’s asking permission to do so. Rush may be one big hard slab of muscle, but he has a weak mentality.
The hope was that Remi’s presence in the group would help ground Rush, sober him up. Get his head on straight. Blah blah cliché, etcetera. After Lesley, something happened to Rush, and he’s never quite bounced back. But I can’t permit him to behave so possessively over Remi.
One, it’s not healthy for him. And two, she’s my work in progress.
I look at him. “No.”
He smiles, laughs. “Just no? No discussion?”
“Just no, Rush. She’s not a bag of chips you can call dibs on.” I scowl disdainfully. I seriously thought I’d trained him better. “Remi is a member of our society. She’s free to do whatever she wants, just as you are. She can fuck, blow, suck, come on any damn one she wants. So stop pissing around her like a dog marking his territory.”
He nods tersely, his features drawing together in disagreement. “Man, you and Sawyer need to get over your shit soon, brother. It’s messing up the dynamics.” He sits forward, looking back to say, “Just take that shit. Just bend her over and plow that ass. You’ll be able to move on then.” He pats my shoulder before he pushes off the sofa, heading toward the group in the middle of the living room cabin.
They’ve created a picnic area, with a food spread in the center. As Rush makes a sandwich, I think about what he said. Just take that shit. In other words, his suggestion to my dilemma with Sawyer is to simply take what I want.
Hell. Why haven’t I ever thought of that? Amateur.