Dom reaches the edge of the sofa and pauses, looking down at Cora’s sleeping form. Then he moves in one fluid motion, climbing onto the sofa and straddling her body swiftly. His large hand clamps firmly over her mouth just as her eyes fly open in genuine shock.
Her scream is muffled against his palm, her body bucking beneath him as pure instinct takes over. Dom leans down, his masked face inches from hers, letting her take in the sight of the gray skull.
“Hello, baby girl,” he growls, voice unrecognizable. “Were you expecting us?”
Cora’s initial shock gives way to fierce struggle. She thrashes beneath him, eyes wild with what looks like genuine fear before recognition flickers in her gaze. Still, she fights him hard—exactly as planned.
“Get her arms,” Dom growls through his skull mask.
Liam and I surge forward, each grabbing one of her wrists. She twists violently against our grip, her fingernails raking down my forearm.
“Fuck,” I hiss, tightening my hold. “She’s a fighter.”
“Get her off the sofa,” Dom orders, yanking the blanket away.
We drag her roughly to her feet, Cora kicking and screaming against Dom’s hand still clamped over her mouth. Her tank top rides up, exposing her stomach as she writhes between us.
“Shut her up,” Liam says, voice cold behind his mask.
Dom removes his hand only to deliver a sharp slap across her face. Not hard enough to truly hurt, but enough to shock her into momentary stillness.
“Try that again,” he whispers menacingly.
Her eyes narrow, and she spits directly at his face.
I twist her arm behind her back, making her gasp. “Bad move, princess.”
Liam grabs the hem of her tank and tears it clean down the middle, exposing her bare breasts. She screams again, struggling harder as Dom pins her against me, one hand around her throat.
“Strip her,” he commands.
Liam yanks her shorts down while I hold her arms, leaving her completely naked. She kicks out, catching Liam in the shin.
“Fuck,” he snarls, retaliating with another slap that leaves a pink handprint on her breast.
Dom spins her around, pinning her face-first against the wall. He kicks her legs apart roughly while maintaining his grip on her throat from behind.
“Check if she’s wet,” he orders me.
I slide my hand between her thighs, driving two fingers into her without warning. She’s soaking—her pussy telling me how much this excites her.
“Fucking drenched,” I report, curling my fingers inside her, making her cry out.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” Cora snarls, thrashing violently against our grip. Her eyes flash with defiance as she looks over her shoulder and continues to fight. “Get your hands off me, you sick bastards!”
Dom tightens his grip on her throat, not enough to hurt but enough to assert control. “Such a filthy mouth on this one,” he growls through his mask. “I think we need to shut her up with a thick cock down her throat.”
“Fuck off!” she spits, managing to turn around and trying to knee Dom in the groin but missing.
Dom’s eyes meet mine through the skull mask. “Gag her with your cock. Now.”
I grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back while Dom forces her down. Together, we manhandle her to her knees on the hardwood floor. She fights every inch of the way, her naked body writhing.
“No! Stop!” she screams, teeth bared like a cornered animal.
Liam grabs her arms from behind, pinning them at the small of her back. “Keep struggling, sweetheart. Makes it more fun for us.”
I unbuckle my belt, the leather hissing as I pull it free. Cora’s eyes widen, fixed on my hands as I unzip my pants. My cock springs free, already hard and ready.
