His eyes flash. “Just me. Is that a problem?”
I shake my head, surprised by how much I want him alone. His hand tangles in my hair, pulling my head back as his teeth graze my throat.
“Mine,” he growls. “Even the parts I can’t see.”
His mouth devours mine as he yanks down my leggings, tearing the thin fabric in his urgency. I should be angry—I need these for rehearsal—but the desperation in his movements ignites something primal within me.
“You think you can keep parts of yourself from me?” Cyrus growls, spinning me around and bending me over the kitchen counter. “Every inch of you is mine to claim. Mine to ruin.”
My cheek presses against the cold granite as his hand comes down hard on my ass, the sharp sting making me cry out.
“That’s it, let me hear how much you need this,” he says, rubbing the reddened skin before striking again. “Such a filthy little slut, getting wet from being spanked.”
His fingers slide between my legs, confirming his words. I’m embarrassingly aroused, my body betraying how much I crave this roughness.
“Look at you,” he hisses, pushing two fingers inside me without warning. “Fighting me about your precious dancing when your cunt is practically begging for my cock.”
I whimper as he curls his fingers, finding that spot that makes my knees weak.
“Say it,” he demands, his other hand wrapping around my throat from behind. “Say you’re my filthy little whore.”
“I’m your filthy little whore,” I gasp as he squeezes gently.
The zipper of his jeans rasps behind me, then his cock replaces his fingers, stretching me in one brutal thrust. I cry out, my body struggling to accommodate him.
“So. Fucking. Tight,” he pants, setting a punishing rhythm. “Even after everything we’ve done to you.”
Despite his cruel words, his hands cradle my hips with tenderness, adjusting my position to hit deeper. When my legs start trembling, he wraps his arm around my waist, supporting me.
“That’s it, take all of me,” he murmurs, his voice softening momentarily. “Nobody has ever felt like you do.”
The contradiction of his harsh thrusts and gentle touch undoes me, pleasure building unbearably as he claims me alone for the first time.
Cyrus’s hand slides up my back, then down between my ass cheeks, his thumb circling my puckered entrance while he maintains his brutal pace. I arch my back, giving him better access.
“You like that, don’t you? Want me in both your holes?” His thumb presses harder, breaching the tight ring of muscle.
“Yes,” I whimper, my body trembling as he works his thick digit deeper. “I love it when you touch me there.”
He slips a second finger alongside the first, stretching me wider. The burn mingles with the pleasure from his cock pounding into me, creating a heady cocktail of sensations. My mind fragments into pure feeling.
“Such a perfect little slut for me,” he growls, twisting his fingers inside me. “You love being used, don’t you?”
“God, yes.” The words tumble out between gasps. “I live for it—the way you and Ace pass me between you, fill all my holes, mark me inside and out.”
His fingers push deeper, making me cry out as he finds a spot that sends lightning up my spine.
“Tell me how much you love our cum inside you,” he demands, his pace turning savage. “How much you crave being bred by us.”
“I love it more than anything,” I pant, tears springing to my eyes from the overwhelming fullness. “Love feeling you both flood me, paint my insides white, claim me from within.”
Cyrus’s fingers stretch my ass relentlessly as his cock hammers my pussy.
“That’s right. Our perfect breeding bitch.” His voice drops to a dangerous whisper. “Next time, I’ll have my cock in this tight little ass while Ace fills your cunt. I know you love that. When we pump out loads into both holes at once.”
“Please,” I beg, my walls clenching around him at the thought. “I want it so bad. Want to be ruined by both of you.”
The sensations overwhelm me—his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me, his fingers stretching my ass, the filthy words pouring from his mouth. It’s too much. My orgasm crashes through me without warning, my inner walls clenching around him as I scream his name.