Knotted By The Devilish Alpha Brothers

Chapter 58: Chapter 58: Vent on me

Back at the Ellington estate, the atmosphere in the private office was cold.

Rue knelt on one knee in front of the desk, head slightly bowed in the formal posture expected of her. 1

Enzo stood behind it, grey eyes fixed on her without a trace of warmth. While the brothers sat on each side of the desk.

”Explain every thing that happened at the ceremony,” Enzo said. ”From the beginning.”

Rue steadily spoke, even though the wound in her side still burned under the bandages.

”The food stores purchased weeks before the event were already compromised. They had been treated with a substance that stays completely inert until it comes into contact with a specific type of gas. Once the two mixed, the reaction was immediate and widespread. Most of the staff exposed to it collapsed within minutes and the enemies attacked immediately. I survived because my endurance is higher than average, and because I’m simply stronger than the others who inhaled it.”

Reid’s eyes narrowed. ”Were you able to gather any useful clues? Identities? anything we can actually use?”

”No.” Rue’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. ”By the time I understood what was happening, my priority was keeping the men under my command alive from the enemies attack. There was no time left for investigation.”

Dean’s voice was unsympathetic. ”Incompetent men should die anyway. Soft supervision produces soft results.”

Rue lowered her head a fraction further.

”I apologize for what occurred... and for my failure to prevent it. The breach happened under my watch. That responsibility is mine.”

Enzo regarded her in silence for several long seconds.

”It’s fine,” he said at last. ”The Underworld Territory is growing bolder by the day. They’re no longer content with failed assassination attempts on us. They’re willing to strike in public.” He gave a short nod. ”You’re dismissed. Recover properly. We’ll expect a full written report once you’re functional again.”

Rue rose, offered a precise bow, and left the office without another word.

The moment the heavy door shut behind her, the carefully controlled mask shattered. Her face twisted into a hard, furious frown.

She walked the corridors with rigid, barely restrained steps, climbed to the second floor, and entered her own room.

The second the door closed she drove her fist into the wall hard enough to crack the plaster and send a web of fractures outward. Pain flared across her knuckles and up her wrist. She didn’t care. The damage could be fixed later. v

A familiar voice came from the direction of the bed, soft but edged with worry.

”I was worried about you.”

Skye sat against the headboard, bare legs folded beneath one of Rue’s dark silk nightgowns. The fabric pooled around her smaller frame. Her green eyes tracked the blood welling on Rue’s hand with quiet, stubborn concern.

Rue still didn’t look at her. She flexed her fingers, watching the blood drip onto the floorboards.

”I’m fine. You should leave. Unless you want me to use you to vent everything I’m holding right now.”

She definitely didn’t leave.

She stood, crossed the short distance, and wrapped her arms around Rue from behind, pressing her cheek against the tense line of Rue’s shoulder.

”Then use me,” she murmured. ”I’ll make you feel better... please just use me rue.”

Something in Rue snapped.

She turned hard, one hand locking around Skye’s jaw and forcing her mouth open. The kiss she gave was aggressive, almost punishing—tongue pushing in deep, teeth scraping and biting at Skye’s lips as if she intended to leave marks.

Skye made a muffled sound but didn’t pull away. Rue’s other hand shoved into the front of the borrowed nightgown, roughly fondling one breast, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

She walked Skye backward until the backs of her knees hit the mattress, then pushed her down onto the bed. Fabric tore as Rue stripped her outfit and the nightgown skye wore away with sharp, impatient tugs.

”You asked for it. Don’t start crying when I don’t go easy.”

She forced Skye’s legs wide apart and knelt between them, pinning her hips down with her own weight. The kiss continued, heavy and relentless, while Rue slowly ground against her bare center. The silk was gone; Skye had been wearing nothing underneath.

”I’ve missed this so much—” Skye managed between broken breaths. ”Missed you using me like this—”

Rue didn’t answer with words. She dragged her mouth down Skye’s throat, over her collarbone, and closed it hard around one nipple, sucking roughly while her tongue flicked and her teeth scraped the sensitive peak.

Skye arched with a sharp cry. Rue’s hand was already between her legs, fingers finding her clit and rubbing in firm circles that made Skye’s thighs tremble.

”Fuck—Rue—”

Rue switched to the other breast, sucking even harder, leaving the skin wet and flushed. At the same time she pushed two fingers inside without warning and fucked them in deep, uncaring strokes. The wet sound of it filled the room.

”That’s it,” Rue muttered against her breast. ”Take it. You’ve been wet for this since I walked in the door, haven’t you?”

”Yes—yes, I have—” Skye’s voice cracked into a moan. ”I always am for you—”

Rue added a third finger and drove in harder, still latched onto Skye’s breast, sucking and biting while her hand worked without mercy. Skye’s hands clutched at Rue’s bouncing tits, squeezing and fondling them desperately as her hips tried to meet every thrust.

”Moan like the slut you are,” Rue ordered, lifting her mouth just long enough to speak. ”Louder. I want to hear how much you love getting fucked open.”

Skye obeyed, the sounds spilling out of her freely—high, broken, shameless. When Rue curled her fingers and rubbed roughly against that sensitive spot inside while her thumb crushed down on her clit, Skye’s eyes rolled back, the whites showing.

Her body arched hard under Rue’s weight, completely open, completely used, while Rue took exactly what she needed to burn the rage out of her system.