Page 73 of Beautiful Broken Pieces

“Have you been completely bare under this dress all day?” Demitri takes my face gently between his large palms.

“Yes, Sir.” My skin flushes at the heat in his eyes. His fingers trail down my neck, my breasts all the way to my dripping pussy.

“This has been just here, waiting for us to discover, like a treasure chest just waiting to be unearthed.” His voice is so full of lust and wanting, it causes shivers to run down my body.

“Oh, Little Witch.” Graham drags my attention to him. “Had we known you were just dying for us, we would have found a tree to fuck you against.” He lowers his head to take a peaked nipple in his mouth.

They both push me gently, until my knees hit the edge of the bed and I lie down. Demitri takes his place between my thighs, and I hear Graham dragging a chair across the floor to give himself a front row seat to my pleasure. His boxers have been discarded on the floor with my wedding dress.

“Watch me.” Demitri commands, and I drag my gaze from Graham slowly stroking his hard length, and meet Demitri’s eyes as he starts to slowly strip out of his wedding attire.

The pace at which he removes each individual cufflink is enough torture to be against the Geneva Convention, I swear. As each button comes undone, my breathing gets shallower. Demitri’s shirt finally hits the floor, and my breath hitches as his hands lower to his belt.

“Fuck, Demon. This has got to be worse than any torture I have ever endured. Please get naked.” I beg.

“Oh baby, this is just the beginning.” Demitri gives me an evil smirk before he dives in, devouring me like he would willingly die by suffocation between my thighs.

I will gladly spend the rest of my life loving these men. They have shown me that our broken pieces are what makes us beautiful. They have given me a family within Devil Dog I could only dream of, and they will always protect me.

To our happily ever after.