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The ache between my thighs is sickening because the last thing I should feel is arousal right now. Renzo’s mask should scare me, but instead, it makes my clit throb and my nipples hard.
I shouldn’t want this. I don’t want this. At least, that’s what I try to tell myself.
But a part of me, deep and dark, wants this. Wants these two powerful, beautiful men to use me like a toy. I hate myself for wanting something so twisted and wrong. But I can’t deny the heat pooling in my belly, the way my body responds to their dominance.
Elio and Renzo have spent weeks lying to and manipulating me. Now, I’m their slave, trapped in their web of deceit. I should hate them for it, but I can’t. Something about them still draws me in.
Elio steps toward me, his hand still stroking his hard cock. “You know you want this.”
I do. God help me, I do. But I can’t let them see that. I can’t let them know how much power they have over me. They want to use me to get to my family. So I shake my head, trying to back away, but Renzo’s hand snakes out, grabbing my wrist.
“You’re not going anywhere, bookworm,” he says, his eyes dark with desire, peering at me through the eyeholes of his mask. “You’re ours now. And we’re going to take what belongs to us.”
I whimper, fear and desire warring within me. There’s no escape. Elio is going to take my virginity. This isn’t how I expected it to happen. Ever since I’d made plans for tonight with him, I knew I’d have sex.
Elio moves onto the bed behind me, grabbing my hips so hard I’m sure he’s going to leave bruises. “Fuck, baby girl,” he growls, fingers dipping inside me. “You’re dripping wet for us.”
Renzo chuckles darkly. “I knew you were hungry for both of us, bookworm.”
Elio presses his cock between my thighs, sending a shiver down my spine. He leans over my back, his lips brushing against my ear. “We’re going to make you feel so good, princess,” he whispers. “You’re going to beg us for more.”
I moan, unable to stop myself. I’m lost, drowning in Elio’s touch and their words. I don’t know how to fight this, how to resist. And I’m not sure I want to.
Elio’s hand moves between my legs, his fingers teasing my entrance. I gasp, arching my back. I’m so wet, so ready, even though I know I shouldn’t be.
Renzo’s eyes remain fixed on me as he jerks his thick cock, the tip glistening with precum. “Make her moan, brother. She’s our dirty little slut.”
Elio and Renzo are the last men I should want, especially after all they’ve put me through. But as Elio’s fingers tease me and slide into my pussy, I know that I don’t just want this, I need this.
My body betrays me, arching into Elio’s touch, begging for more. I can feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against my clit, and I want it. I want him.
“That’s it, princess,” Elio whispers in my ear, his breath hot and heavy. “You’re so wet for us. You want this, don’t you?”
Renzo’s hand moves up and down his cock, watching through the eyes and holes of his mask. “She’s tight, isn’t she brother?”
Elio groans. “Yeah, tight as fuck. She’ll feel perfect, wrapped around my thick cock.” He spanks my ass hard, making me gasp in surprise. And then I feel the thick, hot head of his cock against my entrance.
“Wait, I don’t?—”
I scream as he pushes inside me without hesitation, stretching me and making me hurt so badly.
“There’s no more waiting, baby girl. I’ve spent weeks waiting to get inside you,” he growls into my ear. “You feel so fucking good.”
My eyes water as Elio pushes all the way inside me until his balls are pressing against my clit. The pain is so intense tears spill from my eyes.
“Stop. I can’t take it!”
Renzo brings his eyes to my level. That skeletal mask makes him far more intimidating than usual. “Tears, bookworm?” He lifts the bottom of his mask, and his tongue laps at my cheeks, tasting my tears. “Beautiful. I love it when girls cry. Especially during sex. It’s so hot.”
I shudder. Who would be that fucked up?
Clearly, Renzo isn’t right in the head.
“You can take it. And soon enough, you’ll enjoy it.” Elio moves for the first time, pulling out of me only to slam back inside with brute force.
I gasp, more tears escaping my eyes. It hurts, but there’s also a strange underlying sensation. Kicking out, I try to scramble away, but Elio’s grip on my hips is too strong. Elio continues to pound into me, ignoring my cries of pain.
Renzo stands, still staring at me through the eyeholes of his mask. A mask that should freak me out. And yet, somehow, it is a turn on.
