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“No,” I breathed through puckered lips and clenched my thighs together.
“Yes.”
Sin’s hiss brought on a rough slap to my ass cheek, and I whimpered at the pain. My chest heaved and tears bit at my eyes while lips kissed the bruised skin as they soothed away the pain. Briefly, my legs unclenched from the motion and Saint pressed my knees into the island. Powerfully holding my position so I was wider for him, and I was sure he’d get a good view of my waxed asshole.
“Perfection,” Saint growled with need.
My hand clenched the one side of the ledge while the other searched around for something to grab onto. Anything to hold while I dealt with whatever these men had planned for me. But I felt something cold with a sharp blade.
A knife!
Without hesitation, I gripped the handle as if my life depended on it and used any ninja-like reflexes I prayed I had and brought the blade up. Sin didn’t move, he didn’t flinch, as I pressed the steel up against his neck. The moment was electric, intense, and unexpected.
“Make him stop or I’ll cut you where you stand.”
Sin only laughed a wicked sound and asked, “Are you going to make me bleed, Liv?”
I swallowed. “Yes, if I have to.”
“Yes, good girl…” Sin hissed huskily as his words crawled over me and the blade nicked his skin. “Make me bleed. My blood only fills my heart, but I’d die for my soul to belong with you. Forever.”
Red oozed through the black fabric of his costume and my eyes widened as Saint slid something between the crevice of my ass. He made me vulnerable with his threat as I came to realize the piece drawing nearer to my asshole was the baton. The wet slickness of the weapon slid closer and closer to the unknown.
I watched Sin with fright, pent up anger, and sexual tension. I couldn’t turn away as Sin’s crimson colored blood slowly trickled down the blade, but he didn’t move a muscle from the pain and only hissed with pleasure. He liked this shit. He got off on it, but I did too. We were two fucked up creatures holding each other at knife point. Ready to slit each other’s throats for a pleasurable pain while his best friend wrecked some kind of havoc on my ass.
“Make. Him. Stop.”
“I can’t and I won’t,” Sin murmured as his knife slightly cut my skin and stung me. “Because your pain brings us closer to owning every single hole your body has, and we love to see you hurting, my little obsession. But you also love our pleasure.”
“No, I—” My argument cut short with a low animalistic moan in its place as Saint pushed into my tight ass.
“Fuck. Yes,” Sin breathed with satisfaction.
“Shit, I’m too tight! I’ve never done this before. I—”
The baton moved further in, and I clung onto the ledge while my taut ass felt the pressure mount. The wand was a foreign object, and it didn’t belong inside a hole I had never used for anything like this in my life. But the hole stretched wider while my eyes rolled, and a pleasure mounted unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
“That’s it, darling,” Saint groaned from behind me and licked his tongue up the entirety of my slit. “Relax your pretty ass.”
Saint’s breath was hot against my cunt as he found my clit and dragged across it with his teeth. I cried out and moved my ass upward, only to push the weapon further into me. My toes curled against the tiled kitchen floor, and my heart pounded in my ears as my body hummed in pure ecstasy.
Once again, I hated myself for feeling this way. They brought me nothing but pain, yet made me more alive than I had ever been in my life. They had me do things I never dreamed of and forced me to feel the unknown. They demanded everything I never thought I had in me, but they proved I could be as wicked as them.
“You’re taking this baton so damn good, Liv,” Sin breathed with need as he traced the tip of his blade over my lips and across my cheek. “We can’t wait to watch you succumb to one of our dick’s stretching your pretty asshole.”
Saint pulled the baton outwards, leaving me with nothing but the tip inside of me. He tortured me with his mouth on my pussy, and I found myself grinding my entrance back into his face. Which he gladly accepted and feasted on me. His tongue plunged deep inside and swirled around vigorously until I screamed out his name.
Fuck. I had never uttered either of their names out of pure passion. But Saint felt so goddamn good.
Thirty-Four
Her Phantom
Saint
Jesus Christ and all that was unholy. The way she called out my name made me weak in the knees. I was damn lucky I was already down on them or else I’d crumble.
She tasted like honey and her moans made my dick buzz like a bee. I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue hurriedly to hear her whimper my name again. I grazed my teeth over the tender flesh until she cried out, but my name never came.
