Page 38 of Coal Hearts

I jerked on the table as he drove his finger possessively hard inside me. No one had ever claimed me so callously, so mercilessly. He took me as if I were his. As if I’d never belonged to myself but was always destined for him, for this. This...nightmare. This overwhelming, crippling nightmare.

His knuckles wedged against my clit.

My entire core clenched at his invasion.

I wanted to hate it.

I did hate it.

But a devilish, heathenish part liked it.

And I hated that wrongness even more.

His touch sent blistering fire through my veins, igniting every atom with hellish flames.

I tried to move; it only made his touch stroke against a highly sensitive part, and I involuntarily rippled around his finger.

He groaned under his breath, rocking his entire hand between my legs, taking every shred of ownership from me. In one touch, he shattered all my beliefs and all my hopes, leaving me in ruins on the table.

“Jesus Christ,” he gasped. “Why did you have to feel so fucking good?”

Something snapped in me.

I screamed.

I spewed curses I’d never heard of as he wrenched his hand away, and the godawful sound of his belt being undone and his zipper being pulled down echoed in the mirrored room.

Roland and Victor clinked glasses as Henri’s reflection bounced on the many walls, revealing the desperate hunger on his face as he dove his glistening fingers into his navy boxer-briefs and pulled out his erection.

He didn’t say a word as he tore open the condom and rolled it down his impressive, thick length.

I couldn’t breathe.

Could barely focus.

I twitched and jerked as he finished encasing himself, then tripped into me. Flipping up my skirt, he wedged himself against my ass. He grunted as the heat of his thighs collided with the iciness of mine. His skin blazed. His condom-slippery cock burned.

“Don’t...please,” I moaned. “Please don’t.”

Folding over me, he slapped one hand against the table by my ear and the other locked between us, fisting himself, guiding himself to rape me. “Just...submit and it’ll be over soon.”

I shut down.

White noise filled my ears.

“I’m sorry,” he groaned as the broad head of his crown penetrated my—

“Wait,” Victor snapped, stalking to the door.

I couldn’t catch a proper breath as Henri panted heavily behind me.

A knocking echoed in the room, cutting through the white noise in my head.

Ripping open the door, Victor barked, “Quoi?” (What?)

Henri froze, his cock twitching against me.

Loud music from the nightclub poured into the private bar as the man who’d knocked whispered urgently to Victor. Whatever he said made Victor’s shoulders tense. He nodded and slammed the door.