Beautiful Tyrant (Enemies to Lovers - Dark Romance Book 3) Page 3

  I manage to hit the bastard, but only because he's not expecting me to retaliate. He probably figured he'd done enough damage to keep me down for a while, and to be fair, there is nowhere I'd rather be right now than gasping for breath on the floor, but I need to stay conscious for Harper. I cannot leave her alone with this pair. They'll annihilate her.

  'Stop, I've seen enough,' Mal rasps. 'Brandt, you fight like a fucking girl. Your mate, on the other hand, might be of some use to me. Let's hope you're better at other things.' His derisive comment rips through me because I know what's coming next. He wants us to tag team Harper - and mess her up bad. I almost wish Gabriel had knocked me out.

  He claps his hands. 'Right, time for you two to get naked. Let's get the main course over with. This time show me what you're made of Brandt because if you can't fuck worth a damn, after we've finished I'll cut it off and stick it on Harper's forehead as a memento. You feel me?'

  Chapter Three - Brandt

  'Let's see what you've got, pretty boys.' Mal is very careful to make sure his gaze stays on us from the waist upwards, but I don't think he'll be so careful in a few minutes' time. By the looks of the guy he's strictly heterosexual, but looks can be deceiving. I learnt that the hard way.

  'Are we allowed to do anything we want?' Gabriel has to get that out there, and I want to strangle him. It's about time he learnt to control that temper of his.

  'Yes; that's kind of the object of the exercise,' Mal says, talking back to him as if he's three years old. Gabriel's back stiffens. Serves him right.

  We then both stand there like lemons, wondering what to do next. There's four guns trained on us, so it's not a particularly romantic setting, and the last thing I feel like doing is getting my shit on, but beggars can't be choosers. When Mal raises his eyebrows, we know our time is up.

  'Which end do you want?' Gabriel asks me. It's like we're discussing a side of beef. How the hell am I supposed to get my head around this?

  'I'll take the top end,' I say dryly. In fact, I'd take any end I could get my hands on, but I need to be able to speak to Harper. Besides, if Gabriel marked that pretty face I'd never forgive him.

  'Suits me. Are we tying her up?' Harper is sat on the bed where Mal left her. Her face is vampire-style white, and it looks like all the blood in her body has gone on holiday. That was probably the result of our little fight a moment ago. I'm hoping she managed to look bored and smile through it, but she looks pretty rough now.

  'Do we need to? There's two of us, and one ninety-pound weakling of a girl. I think we can probably handle this.' I don't want Harper tied up. If there is any chance of escape, no matter how small, I need her to be ready to take it.

  'It's more fun when they're tied up. They scream more.' I think Gabriel is trying his best to impress Mal, and sure enough, the bastard smiles.

  'When she starts wriggling we'll tie her up. For now, let's just get on with it.' I hope I sound suitably indifferent to the whole ordeal. I'm trying my best.

  'Suit yourself.' Gabriel pats Harper's thigh and gives her a look that suggests she's soon about to be fish food. 'Why don't you get up on your hands and knees for us, sweetheart?' Her sable eyes expand to the point where they nearly blot out her entire irises, and I can feel her fear. She's already had a taste of Gabriel before, and she knows exactly what he's capable of.

  'What are you going to do to me?' she whispers, not moving an inch. I want to take her in my arms, right there and then, and promise everything will be okay. I want to tell her that there's no way I'll let anyone hurt her, now or ever again. Of course, I do no such thing. In a few moment's time I'm going back to being the aggressor in our partnership, and I've lost the taste for it. I want to scream out in frustration.

  'We're going to fuck you up, you heard the man.' I flick a finger backwards to indicate Mal and then pat the centre of the bed. 'Come on, Wilkinson, let's not keep everyone waiting.' My voice is laden with venom. I am playing my part to the best of my ability, and Harper's acting skills aren't bad, either.

  'Get away from me,' she whispers, visibly wincing in horror.

  'Don't make me come over there and make you, Wilkinson. If I have to sort you out, there'll be punishments your backside can't cash.' My voice drops down an octave and is the deadly kind of soft that you don't fuck with. Sure enough, Harper drops to her haunches without another word, and looks back at me nervously. She's good. I hate to think how much she's had to endure playing piggy-in-the-middle with her late husband and the asshole behind me.

  Gabriel then decides it's his turn to have some fun. Harper's quite high up on the bed, near me, but he readjusts this balance by placing a hand around each of her ankles and yanking her downward, accompanied by a high-pitched yelp and some frantic clawing at the duvet, but she doesn't manage to stop her journey into his clutches.

  'Mal, stop this!' she screams, but there's no conviction behind her tone. She knows this will play out exactly the way he wants it to, and she's already resigned to the fact.

  While Gabriel pulls her body exactly where he wants it, raising her ass, I get into place in front of her face. Grabbing her hair in my fist I yank her head up until it's level with my cock, letting her get a good look at it. Meanwhile, Gabriel has his fingers between her legs, testing the waters.

  'Is she ready?' I ask, unnecessarily. I know she is. I can see it by the way her pupils have dilated and by the rapid but shallow pounding of her pulse. Her excitement is palpable, even if it is coupled with fear.

  'She's ready,' he affirms. 'Fuck she is so wet you could get two cocks in here at once. Want to try that, Brando? I've always wanted to try that.' I don't even want to think about trying that. My brain is exploding. One moment I don't want to touch her in front of Mal, and in the next I can't think of anything else. All the current in my body is short circuiting, and if I'm not careful I'm going to blow.

  'One thing at a time, hotshot. Let's warm her up.' This is more for me than it is for Harper. I'm losing the plot. Can I do to this to her? Do I have a choice?

  Bending over her I murmur, 'How much can you take? You're already pretty messed up, and I'm not sure if I can rein Gabriel in.'

  'Don't even think about it,' she grits out just as quietly. 'I can take it.'

  This is not what I want to hear. I want to protect her, not throw her to the wolves. What I need to do is speak to Gabriel and try to explain what's happening. If I can do that we can work something out between us.

  'I'm going to alternate between fucking her pussy and ass. That about do for a warm-up?'

  I don't respond; Gabriel's going to do his own thing anyway. I have to concentrate on my own game. There won't be any soft caresses or lingering kisses like this morning. We'll have to keep this impersonal. I wonder if Mal is going to kill me anyway. He found us in bed together, for fuck's sake. There are two indentations in the pillows, and I know the man isn't stupid. There's a chance he might buy the fact she's with me so I can torment her, but if I'm going to make him believe it, I have to sell it.

  Fisting my cock in one hand I begin to pump, under the pretence of priming it. Believe me when I say it doesn't need any help in that department, but I need a couple of seconds before I go on the attack. My mind is blank.

  Harper's eyes shoot daggers at me, thankfully spurring me into action. I get the message. I need to be the total jerk I've basically been since I kidnapped her. You wouldn't think it would be too hard, considering all the practice I've had in the last few days, but it is. She's been through too much, and I don't want to hurt her any more than she's been hurt already. If I do, I'm not sure I'll be able to live with myself when this is all over, although that might not be a problem.

  My hands circle her throat while I lift her chin with my thumbs. It's time to see if I can supercharge my acting skills.

  'Open those lips up nice and wide, Wilkinson.' Squaring my shoulders I do my best to go into bastard mode. She does as she's told without a moment's hesitation, but her eyes are not on me - they're on
Mal. She's gauging his reaction carefully. I hope she knows what she's doing. If we hurt her she'll stand no chance against that monster.

  'Ready, Brando?' Gabriel already has hold of her ass and is positioning himself for penetration.

  'No, Mal, stop this,' Harper screams, but it's already too late, Gabriel is surging forward, pushing Harper's mouth onto my cock in a cocoon of heat that steals my breath away. I don't want to enjoy this, and throwing my head back I resist the urge to roar out loud.

  'This is your chance to finally get your own back, Brando,' Gabriel says, with a wicked gleam in his eye. 'Try not to fuck it up. This girl is nothing but trouble, and everyone knows it.' He makes his point clear by hammering into her, over and over until my cock feels as if it's being sucked by a vacuum cleaner.

  'Jesus, Gabriel. Slow down. If you're not careful she'll swallow the thing in a minute.' Grabbing a hold of Harper's hair once more I yank, in order to stop the poor girl being impaled on me. Gabriel just grins, but he does relax his pace a little.

  'She's supposed to suffer, Brandt. That's kind of the idea.' He rolls his eyes. I know he's enjoying himself, but I also know he has one eye on Mal at all times. Gabriel is nothing if not careful.

  'Yeah, but I don't want to suffer at the same time, asshole. If my dick is in two pieces at the end of this there'll be trouble.' More trouble than there already is, anyway.

  'I wouldn't worry. I'm sure our friend over there can glue it back together for you.' Gabriel glances sideways at Mal and winks. Great. Now we're antagonising the beast.

  'Focus, Gabriel,' I say. Harper is currently gurgling, trying to say something and failing miserably. It's probably for the best.

  Mal isn't pleased with our performance and is quick to voice his displeasure.

  'Gentleman, this is all very lovely, but I don't want 'nice'. If I wanted 'nice' I'd have got Tinkerbell the fucking fairy in to do the business. As it is I've got you, and I'm beginning to wonder why I didn't shoot you immediately. Do I need to take over and show you how it's done?' Mal's voice is dripping with sarcasm. He is not impressed with our antics, and he's not going to wait much longer. This is probably what Harper was trying to tell me. Looks like the warm-up session is over.

  Gabriel grabs the whip and flings it my way. I catch it neatly in mid-air. 'Spice things up a bit, Brando. We've got an audience, don't you know.' The sarcasm is still there, and he's liable to get us both killed if he isn't careful. Pulling out of Harper's mouth, I give her a couple of seconds' breathing space as I figure out what to do.

  'Do it,' she wheezes. Hell, the woman can barely breathe now, and she's asking for more? She's doing this to save my hide, and it leaves a sour taste in my mouth. I'd think I'd rather go down all guns blazing than serve her up for this sick motherfucker.

  Gabriel's eyebrow slants my way and I know he's encouraging me to do something. Fuck this shit. Growling in the back of my throat I grab either end of the leather flails, and wrap them around her neck. Her eyes bulge, but as I haven't applied any pressure yet I know it's for show. Pulling her towards me, lifting her face, I spit, 'Think you can take this, my little whore? Think you can suck my cock while I drain all the air from your body?' My hands tighten and I hear her make soft gurgling noises. I can see Mal smile out of the corner of my eye and realise this is turning him on. I'm going to kill him. Maybe not today, but one day soon, I'm going to exterminate the fucker.

  'Ready to take my cock again? Now that Gabriel's finished with your cunt, he's about ready to fuck your ass. Think you can handle both of us at once?' She's not got much choice, but she nods anyway. Yanking her head forward I watch her gag around me, and when I hear her squeal I know Gabriel is well on his way.

  'That's more like it, gentlemen,' Mal enthuses. 'I knew you had it in you.' It's hardly the encouragement I'm looking for, but I need to find a way to talk to Gabriel to get him onside. We need to work together.

  'Gabriel, what say we stand her up? One in front, one behind?' I raise an eyebrow and give him a wink. He takes the bait.

  'Sounds like a fun idea to me.'

  I pull until she's up in a kneeling position. Gabriel places his hands under her armpits, which is my cue to drop the whip and help him stand her up.

  'Having fun, sweetheart?' Mal mocks.

  'Go fuck yourself,' Harper spits, and if the bulge in Mal's pants is anything to go by, he's enjoying the show. Let's hope we tip him over the edge soon.

  'So, which hole do you want this time, Brando?' Gabriel's fingers are fanning across her tits, the nipples standing like arrow tips. He gives them a vicious tweak at regular intervals, and I know he's enjoying the way her ass squirms against his cock.

  'I'll take the one that's closest to me,' I say. I should probably offer to fuck her ass because I know I'd be a damn site more careful than him, but that's not what we're here for. Mal wants pain. Fuck, judging by the expression on her face, even Harper wants pain. It's hard to see her like this. Her eyes are filled with lust and there's a trail of arousal leaking down her legs. This is turning her on. There is no disguising the fact.

  My hands drop between her legs and I work her clit.

  'One...' Gabriel says. 'Two...' is followed by his fingers pulling her nipples as his teeth make their way to her earlobe. 'Three...' is accompanied by a squeal as he sinks his teeth and his cock into her at the same time.

  'Shh,' I soothe into her other ear, the one that doesn't have the teeth of a madman clinging to it. 'I bet I can make you come in less than three minutes.' My cock is sliding forward, testing the waters, which seem to be very warm and quite deliciously wet. While I might be trying to add a little style and pizazz to the proceedings, Gabriel is moving like a battering ram. He should know by now that it isn't going to produce results quickly.

  'Gabriel, let's get a rhythm going here.' I roll my eyes. He'll get with the plan in a minute. Gabe hasn't seen much pussy in the last few years, so he's easily excited.

  'Good point, Brando, why didn't I think of that?' He raises his eyes in question as he waits for instructions.

  'When I go forward, you pull back and vice versa. Let's see how that works. Then maybe we can work on getting them both inside her at the same time.'

  Grabbing her hair I pull backwards until her neck is strained as she tries to keep her gaze on me. 'Would you like that, my little slut? Two cocks inside you at once?' She shakes her head, but I know differently. She is so aroused she'd come at the click of my fingers.

  'Stop this, Mal, please stop,' she squeaks, but her gaze never leaves mine. Her eyes are deep pools of bottomless lust. Even her acting has its limits, apparently.

  Mal doesn't say a word behind us. When I glance out of the corner of my eye I see his cock is in his hands, and he's fisting it slowly. We're on the right track. We just need to figure out a way to tip him over the edge. I'm pretty sure she can help with that.

  Gabriel and I set an easy pace, pistoning in and out of her with slow, deep thrusts. At first I can see her eyes well up with tears as Gabriel sinks his cock deeper and deeper inside her. It's a vicious beast. I can sympathise.

  'Concentrate on my fingers working your clit,' I murmur, tugging her hair gently to get her attention. 'Don't think about what he's doing behind you.'

  'Easy for you to say,' she grunts, but I can see how close she is.

  'Shall we try two at once?' I say to Gabriel. That should keep her away from the elusive pinnacle of pleasure she's been trying so desperately hard to reach.

  'Thought you'd never ask, Brando. It's about time we showed her what we're really made of.' It's his turn to pull her hair and twist her head back.

  Putting his mouth close to her ear, he says, 'I don't think you can handle both of us at once, do you?' When she tries to answer he sticks his fingers in her mouth, effectively silencing her. Her eyes darken and I want to tell him to pull them out, but before I get a chance she bites. Gabe pulls his fingers back as if stung and then slaps her. I grind my teeth in exasperation. Does the girl have a
death wish or what?

  'You'll pay for that!' he yells. She's already paying for it. We're sinking into her as fast and as deep as we can. But she's utterly lost in the moment, head thrown back against Gabriel's jaw as her fingernails scrape down my abs as if seeking something to cling to. Here I am thinking she's in so much discomfort she can barely breathe, when the reality is something else entirely. She's loving every second of it. She might not want to, but she is.

  'Brandt, please,' she moans. My fingers are hovering, but they aren't about to deliver what she wants - not yet.

  'You're not in a position to beg for anything,' Gabriel spits, abruptly pulling out of her. I pull back too, wondering what he's up to. 'Shove her up against the wall, Brandt. Let's see if we can get two cocks inside that pussy at the same time.' I don't get a say in the matter apparently because he spins her around and presses her into the wall.

  'I've always wanted to do this,' he says, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he drinks in the sight of her. I want to punch him. 'Ladies first,' he says, spreading her for me. Now I really want to punch him, but I've got to the stage where I just want to finish this.

  Sliding inside her again, I close my eyes as the tight heat of her sheath surrounds me. There is no way she'll get both of us inside. She's too tight. But Gabriel isn't the type to take no for an answer. He coaxes his cock against mine, inch by slow inch. I can't even begin to tell you what it feels like. Incredible. It is so much more than that, though. When we begin moving as one I come almost instantly, and he is only a few seconds behind me. Thankfully I had the foresight to put my fingers back on her clit before we began, and she's bucking in heat against it, Gabe's face tightening with pleasure.

  We hear a roar behind us, and I guess Mal has emptied onto the floor, but a moment later I realise that is not the case. He's pissed at something. Before we know what's happening there's a loud bang and we're all cowering, wondering who the hell has been shot this time.