Enlisting Her Heart (12 page)

Kodiak leaned in and took her breast in perfect timing, overwhelming her senses until she was thrashing beneath them. Kodiak moved from one tit to the other, keeping his fingers plucking the opposite so neither went neglected. “Fuck you have the most perfect tits, baby. I look forward to sucking them every day until my dying breath.” He latched on to her tight bud and rolled it between his teeth, feeling the effects of Hulk doing the same to her clit. Even in the fog of ecstasy, Violet heard the commitment laced in the erotic words. Before Hulk was able to get another finger in her channel, she exploded.

Just the realization that both men were with her had her orgasm budding before they’d began. Now, as she fought the spasms of release, all of her dark, naughty, fantasies were being fulfilled. She felt the gush of juice coat her thighs and the way both men kept her body spinning in euphoria. When a digit prodded her ass, she was too caught up in the explosion to notice. Gradually, with her still clenching down in the aftermaths of her pleasure, Hulk added another finger to each hole, keeping his thumb and mouth busy on the tight little bundle of nerves that tossed her over into a sudden orgasm she hadn’t seen coming. The bed moved and dipped, and hands moved her, but she was too lost to care. All she wanted was more. Lips kissed her, hands touched her. She felt the world spin like some sort of disorienting drug. On movies, ecstasy was shown by the camera with moving and vision blurring. The person who was high floated, feeling only the sensations of whatever around. If that were how the pill actually worked, she had her own in the form of two massive men, and an addiction that would never go away. Her head thrashed from side to side, catching licks and kisses from all directions. When someone entered her pussy, all she could do was arch toward the source, desperate for what was to come. The huge cock slid in her with ease, her wetness aiding until it was fully seated and moving slowly.

“More! God, please!” she cried.

“Mmm. You’re gonna get more, baby. We are going to fill that sweet little body up with our cocks. Would you like that? Hulk and I both fucking you at the same time?” Kodiak’s low voice sent tingles straight to her clit. Or was the throbbing from contact? At this point, she couldn’t tell. Her eyes were heavily hooded, fluttering and rolling up into her head as they drove her higher and higher. Something cold ran down the crack of her ass and she opened them, realizing she lay atop Hulk. A slight turn of her head and she caught Kodiak out of her peripheral, his eyes lethal as he stared at Hulk’s dick moving in and out of her pussy.

“Fuck you’re so damn hot, baby,” Kodiak growled, his name showing true to the wild beast that lay inside him.

“Wait ‘til you get inside her. Her cunt’s gripping my dick like a vise, man. Hurry the fuck up or I’m not going to last,” Hulk said, his voice low and raspy. Without further encouragement, Kodiak pressed against her pucker, rubbing the muscle to help relax it. When Hulk reached between their bodies and pinched down on her nipples, Kodiak pushed in, stilling when he felt the breach of her tight ring. Little by little he worked himself in, timing his movements with Hulk’s until he was fully seated in her ass.

“So full! Fuck! So big—” Violet’s gasps turned to screams as they began to move, thrusting in and out unrelenting. Another orgasm slammed into her, her body held tight as the two worked against her clenches and movement.

“Keep her going, I’m gonna blow!” Hulk growled, his hips thrusting up frantically opposite of Kodiak. In and out they alternated, her tightness choking their dicks until neither man could restrain their own release. With Violet still in the waves of her orgasm, Kodiak slammed into her, his head rolling backwards as he let out a roar. His dick jerked inside her, spurting stream after stream of his come, filling her ass. Not long after Hulk went off, his groans matching the ferocity of Kodiak’s. Their release amplified her own, tearing through her violently as she thrashed between them for what seemed like an eternity. The ripples continued, and the men continued their movements until the last subtle jerk inside her body.

Kodiak hurried to pull out, not wanting her to feel any sting as she floated down, and went to fetch a warm cloth to clean her up. When he returned, Violet lay nestled against Hulk’s chest, her pants matching his in desperation for oxygen. He quickly wiped her tender areas and crawled up to cocoon her in between them, petting her soothingly until they all floated down from the amazing high they’d just shared.

“That was…” Violet smiled, not thinking of a word to even compare to what they’d just done.

“Amazing,” Hulk finished for her.

“Mind blowing,” Kodiak added. They kissed her sweetly, letting their love show through their actions instead of words. Lost in the moment Violet sighed, feeling more loved than any woman in the universe.

“We will cherish you forever, baby.” Hulk kissed her forehead, his hand caressing over her body.

“Mmm. Promise?” she asked, her voice hoarse from screaming.

Without a word the two showered her in affection, doing just that, cherishing her. Every movement made her feel like the most loved woman in the universe. And when she thought it would end, it was only the beginning once again.

Over and over they made love that night until all three passed out on the bed. Legs and arms entwined, Violet went to sleep knowing there was no place she’d rather be than right here with her two soul mates forever.

The following days they received an abundance of support and well wishes from the rest of the family. It didn’t take long for Hulk and Kodiak to move her stuff into one of the bigger cabins without telling her first, not that their antics were a surprise. They both found little ways to get her going on a tangent so they could carry her off to the bedroom, or behind the barn, or wherever they happened to find a secluded spot to silence her. For what might seem to be an unconventional arrangement, for the three it was more than perfect. Pissing off their little delicate flower never felt so good.

Hulk had improved a great deal, and with all of the support he’d regained his confidence and self worth. Granted, it wasn’t easy and never would be. He’d thought he’d lost it all the night his less frequent nightmares had taken control of him once again and he’d punched Violet in the middle of the back so hard she’d been projected from the bed and awoke when she hit the wall. Hitting a woman was the worst sin a man could commit in his book, and despite her pleading and the reassurance he’d received from Kodiak after he struggled to forgive himself.

He’d insisted on sleeping on the couch for the next week, taunted by Violet’s naked parades in front of the television as she went to bed each night and the torturous agony of listening to Kodiak make love to her night after night. They’d both intentionally rubbed it in, going as far as to make eye contact while he was left alone, forced to tend to his own needs. Hulk’s resolve and stubbornness had dissipated one night when Violet had taken him by surprise and stripped beside him, leaning in for a dominating kiss. Kodiak leaned over her bent over frame, shoving into her with enough force she reached to brace herself—on his painfully erect cock. Mentally he fought the situation but physical need took over. That night, he’d made love to her ‘til the morning sun broke the sky and the guilt was gone. His stubbornness was another issue…not that she was complaining.

The two rings she was presented with were just another case in point that arguing with them was a hopeless cause on certain subjects. Her finger felt like it carried an entire diamond quarry, but this time there was no room for argument. Being spoiled by two over bearing dominating men had its advantages… especially when they used dirty tactics to stop her protests on the cost of the jewelry she wore. Violet learned quick that when they wanted to get their way, she was no match for their tactical experience and interrogation skills. Her body was the traitor, always submitting more easily than her brain, which was never far behind...not that she was complaining.

“I don’t know why he isn’t home yet, how many times do I have to tell you? Why are you bringing this up now anyway?” the woman’s voice said.

“Because the sooner we get this little problem wrapped up, the sooner you will have that hot body in a bikini on the banks of somewhere tropical…and far, far, away,” a man answered.

“I’ll make a couple calls and see if those trashy little bimbos know anything. Now, where are you taking me for dinner?” She let out a gasp when he rolled on top of her.

“I thought we’d stay in tonight. I have what I want to eat right here.” He pushed into her already well-used hole, fighting back the urge to prod a little farther south. She didn’t seem as adventurous in the bedroom as she did with his credit card so he settled back nestled between her thighs, working her body until her attention was on his movements and not on his words. “Are you sure you don’t know anything else? I’d hate for our time to be cut short from an unannounced arrival…”

“No. No one is coming, now give me what I need—” her words muffled from his kiss.

“Well well. What do we have here.” Pop stared at the man who was pile driving his wife, his eyes lethal. “In our bed even, how quaint.” He reached for his gun, aiming it straight at the tangled duo. If either made a move, it’d be a twofer shot. With the cost of ammo, why waste a bullet on a cheating, lying, soon-to-be ex-wife spy and her politician lover. He flipped open his phone and rang the others, shoving it back into his pocket.

“Fuck! I thought you said he wasn’t coming home!” the man mounted on his wife screamed.

“And just what do you think you’re going to do? Shoot us? Please.” Her snotty tone set his temper even higher.

“No. I’m going to wait until the team gets here and turn our good Senator over to the authorities. I’m sure the press will have plenty to discuss with him. As for you, a bullet would be too kind. I plan on ripping your cold dead heart out of your chest.” When the two tried to move, Pop cocked the gun, the clicking sound echoing through the room. He set the sites straight to the back of Senator Nelson’s head and broadened his stance, ready to pull the trigger.

Twisted Fate Series

Twisted Time

Releasing the Spirit

Coming Soon: Book Three

Breaking Protocol

Cadence of Love

Broken Battlefield, Mended Hearts

Mission: Compromised Submissive

Enlisting Her Heart

Coming Soon: Book Five

Wickedly Ever After

Robin and Her Merry Men

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Wickedly Ever After Book One

By Willow Brooke

Robin stepped out into the cool night air and gulped in a deep cleansing breath.
Ah, the sweet scent of wealth
. Good ol’ Gregory was past due for a generous donation to the poor, and she was here to collect. Tuesday nights both he and his wife attended the country club for cocktails, overpriced prime rib, and social gossip. The only one left at home was sweet Ellie. Ellie was the family’s Shih Tzu. One belly rub and a hot dog she was sure had never been brought through the doors later and Ellie was her best friend.

She effortlessly jumped over the back fence, landing both feet on the ground with a quiet thud, and headed to the trellis. She had discovered earlier during one of her first ‘collection visits’ that the office window lock was broken. Now, it was her door in and out. As she scaled up the side of the house, noise from inside caught her attention.
Shit! Their cars are gone. Did they have guests?
Hoping that a television had been carelessly left on she continued up and in through the small window.

Once inside, she knew her worst fears were correct. Except, by the sound of things, the question as to who was home still remained. Keeping a low profile, she crouched down and remained in the shadows to get a better look through the cracked door. A man she had never seen before paced up and down the hall with his cell phone attached to his ear, his voice loud and angry. The shadows kept her from getting a good look, but his broad muscular shoulders and enormous arms made her feel sorry for whoever was on the other end of that phone.

“Don’t mind me. I just dropped in to pick up a few things,” Robin whispered to herself. She could have said it out loud and chances of being herd were next to none going by the one-sided heated argument she was witnessing.

With a shrug she waited until his back was turned and crept down the hall into the master bedroom. Mrs. Naylor’s jewelry was kept in an unlocked chest on her dresser, and always was a quick grab when she was in a crunch. Each time her collection grew, usually from the guilt of Mr. Naylor’s extra-marital activities.

Tonight was no different except he must have been a very bad bad boy. The jewelry case was stocked with new and bigger bling than most rap stars ever saw in their lifetime. Huge precious stones and gems set in the most exquisite settings lined the velvet interior in neat little rows. “No time to window shop today, I’ll take one of everything please.” She dumped the contents in her bag and hurried back the way she came, hoping to make it out before the angry man wasn’t distracted. She neatly put everything back in place and eased out of the room to her exit. Just as she slipped in the office door, Mr. tall, mysterious, and sexy turned around.
Shit! Did he see me?
She darted toward the window just as he came barreling into the room. Their eyes locked in an intensity that had her heart pounding through her chest. His dark blue eyes held her hypnotized. Robin flashed him a seductive smile, hooking her repelling cable to the frame and jumped down the two stories in one bounce. She had already unhooked and was out of sight when he peered out, laughing.