Clinton continued to thrust into me slow and easy while Weston drove a third finger inside, his actions becoming rougher. I could tell by his hitched breath that he was losing his patience, hungering to be inside of me.
I tensed the moment he pressed the tip of his cock against my dark entrance.
“Shush, little one. I’m make it nice and easy the first time.” Weston’s soft, seductive words put me in a slight trance, so that when he pushed a couple of inches inside, I didn’t scream, merely shuddering audibly.
“That’s it. Such a good girl, aren’t you? She can take it. We know she likes it rough,” Clinton said in a gruff voice.
Of all the endearing names they called me, good girl was more thrilling than it should be. The haze forming around our heated bodies intensified, a thick fog that was impenetrable. I had my arms over Clinton’s shoulders, tugging on his dark curls as Weston drove another two inches inside. Pain shot through me, my ass aching. Then Clinton picked up his rhythm, rolling onto the balls of his feet and changing the angle.
“Oh…” Christian was not to be denied, cupping one breast, kneading until it ached. “You’re mine next, sunshine.”
The piercing found a perfect sensitive spot, and I was tossed into rapture, barely realizing Weston had driven the remainder of his cock deep inside. As they developed a rhythm, Christian pinched and twisted my nipple, adding to the delicious anguish. Our combined sounds of growls and moans filled the space, the rumbles of continuous thunder adding to the sultry atmosphere.
As they started to fuck me brutally, I was completely relaxed, barely hanging onto Clinton. I turned my head, licking my lips so Christian could see.
He inched closer, capturing my mouth as he continued tormenting my aching bud. I adored the taste of him, the sweet hint of bourbon infused with something tangy. I could have kissed the man for hours, but I sensed he wanted more.
The electricity was building to a precipice, the dazzling vibrations stealing my breath. I blinked several times, trying to eliminate the building haze surrounding my vision, suddenly clawing Clinton’s shoulders.
“That’s it, little pet. Come with me. Come while I fill your womb with my seed.” Clinton’s words were so deep and dark that I had to strain in order to hear him. I had no way to hold back. I squeezed my pussy muscles around Clinton’s throbbing shaft, and seconds later, there was nothing I could do to stop a powerful orgasm from driving straight to the heart of me.
“Oh. Oh. Oh!”
“Fuck!” Clinton roared, fucking me like a crazed animal as my body continued to float to pure ecstasy. He threw his head back, panting several times as his body spasmed.
My climax left me exhausted and unable to think clearly. Weston continued to hold me, plunging slow and easy as I struggled to control my breathing.
“My turn,” Christian demanded, pushing Clinton aside, then forcing my legs around his hips. “No pretense, baby. I take what I want.” He wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, rubbing the tip up and down my slickened pussy, then plunged every inch inside.
My muscles immediately reacted as they’d done with Clinton’s, clamping around the delicious thick bulge, pulling it in as deeply as possible. His eyes were almost unrecognizable when he lifted his head, taking shallow breaths as he studied me. Then he smiled, and I thought the entire world was going to burn down.
“Okay, little lamb,” Weston said breathlessly as he shoved hair away from the back of my neck. “We’re going to make you feel even better.”
As both men began developing a rhythm of their own, as if playing a priceless instrument, I was thrown by how much the entire situation intrigued me. Did they really believe I would belong to all three of them? Did they see this as long term?
Revenge.
Remember, it’s all about revenge.
My inner voice was right, but what if what we shared could be more? I refused to allow worries about something I had no control over to ruin the moment. I lolled my head against Christian’s shoulder as both men fucked me. I’d never felt so full in my entire life. I dragged my tongue across my parched lips, then around Christian’s mouth. He allowed me to tease his tongue, as I swept mine back and forth across his.
When Weston eased his arms around me, cupping both breasts, I knew I’d died and gone to heaven. There could be nothing more explosive and wonderful than having three men pleasure me at the same time. Nothing.
“Such a bad girl,” Weston whispered. “Taming you will be delicious.”
Taming me. Crazy visions rushed into the back of my mind, the kind that could very well turn into a naughty story. “Yes.”
“At least she admits it,” Christian said casually before crushing his mouth over mine. Together the three of us developed a rhythm that could rival anything. I could sense Clinton was watching, always observing.
And he didn’t necessarily like what he saw.
As the delicious moments continued, I raked my nails down Christian’s back. I could tell both men were losing control at the same time. I bucked against their hold which seemed to surprise them, their actions becoming even more brutal. Together, we were shot into a moment of euphoria.
“Fuck. I can’t hold it,” Weston snarled.
“Then don’t, brother. Come for us, baby girl.” Christian’s voice opened another wicked well of darkness.
As I stared into his eyes, I followed his command, the three of us climaxing at the same time.
This wasn’t just heaven. This was the beginning of the descent into Hell.
They held onto me for a couple minutes, both nuzzling against my neck. I wanted to believe they cared about me, but I knew better. This was the beginning of a nightmare, even if my heart didn’t want to believe it.
As my senses slowly started to return, I pushed my hands against Christian with enough force that he lifted his head, his eyes searching mine.
“We’re just getting started, sweetheart.” Now his words seemed like more of a threat.
They eased me down, allowing me to walk away, and I immediately jerked my dress from the floor, covering myself as I tried to slide into it. I was shaking all over, stunned by the revelation of what had just happened. Another wave of anger and hate tore through me, but remnants of pure pleasure remained.
I hated myself because of it.
Clinton studied me with the intensity of a lion. “He’s right, our little pet. The night is still young.”
“I need to leave,” I told him defiantly, remorse kicking in.
He started to swagger close to me. Then there was a sudden knock on the door and he snarled.
“You guys better get downstairs,” a voice said seconds later.
“What the hell?” Weston asked, immediately grabbing his trousers while I forced my stiff muscles to help me slide the dress over my shoulders.
Another wave of humiliation set in, my throat tightening.
“There’s a fire.” It was obvious by the man’s deep, shaking voice that it was a serious situation.
“Shit,” Christian huffed.
Clinton hissed as he grabbed his clothes, struggling into them. “You will stay right here, little pet. We’ll return.”
The three men grumbled as they quickly dressed, Christian giving me a longing look.
I held my breath as the three of them walked out the door.
And locked it.
I folded my arms, waiting for a few seconds before taking long strides towards it. After jiggling the handle, I closed my eyes. Then I started to pace the floor, moving towards the windows. While I didn’t see a fire, I did see several people outside, some running back and forth. What in the hell had occurred?
A cold shiver replaced the fiery heat, my mind still trying to process what had happened between us.
Seconds later, I heard the jingle of the lock and sucked in my breath. When I turned around, I wasn’t expecting the person who walked in through the door,
Theodore.
I backed away, darting my eyes towards the door.
“Come. I can get you out of here, but you need to hurry,” he encouraged.
“I’m not leaving without Kennedy.”
“She asked me to find you. Come on before they get back. You saw what they can do.”
I hesitated, uncertain I could trust anyone at this point, including myself.
“Come on. I only bought us a few minutes.”
“Okay.” As I headed for the door, he darted a look over his shoulder.
As soon as I was close, he grabbed my arm. Then he raised his other arm and a flash of something caught my eye.
A syringe.
Just as I was about to scream, he brought down his arm. I felt the prick of a needle.
Then…