And suddenly, I do stop fighting. The struggling ceases as something breaks open inside me. I surrender—not because I have to, but because I choose to. The distinction floods me with power even as I give up control.
Liam releases my hips, sliding his hands along the curve of my ass. “Look at all these pretty holes for us to use,” he says. “So many ways to fill you up.”
I twist against Dom’s grip on my wrists, though my resistance lacks its earlier intensity. My body feels heavy with need, my limbs weighted down by something more powerful than their physical restraint. Still, I manage a half-hearted buck of my hips.
“Fuck you,” I rasp.
Ryder strokes my cheek where his slap landed moments before. “That’s exactly the plan, princess.” His thumb traces my lower lip. “But we’re going to take it further.”
Dom leans in close, his mask nearly touching my face. “We’re going to be in your pussy and ass all at once. Both holes filled, stretched, used.”
My eyes widen as understanding dawns. “You’re insane,” I whisper, feeling a jolt of genuine alarm mixed with a hot and forbidden shock that pulses between my legs. “I can’t—that’s not physically possible.”
“Oh, it’s possible,” Liam says, running his palm down my spine. “And you’re going to take it beautifully.”
“I can’t,” I protest again, but my voice lacks conviction even to my own ears. The image forms in my mind—all three ofthem inside me simultaneously, stretching me beyond what I thought possible, claiming me completely. My body trembles in response.
“Your mouth says no,” Dom murmurs, releasing one wrist to slide his hand between my legs, “but this tells a different story.”
I bite my lip as his fingers confirm how wet I am.
“Please,” I whisper, though even I’m not sure if I’m begging them to stop or to continue.
“Let’s carry her to the bedroom,” Dom suggests.
I fight as they haul me up and roughly manhandle me into Dom’s room. Once there, Dom keeps hold of me and meets Liam’s gaze. “Get on the bed. I want you under her. She’s going to ride your cock while we prepare her for more.”
Liam moves to the center of the massive bed, lying back with his cock standing rigid against his stomach. I try to scramble away, but Dom and Ryder’s grip on my arms tightens.
“No,” I protest, twisting in their grasp as they lift me bodily. “Let me go!”
They ignore my struggles since I haven’t voiced the safe word. Hell, I haven’t even thought about it. Dom and Ryder carry me to the bed where Liam waits. My breathing comes in short gasps as they position me above him. Liam’s eyes are burning with lust.
“Ready?” Dom asks, but he’s not asking me.
Ryder grips my hips, and together they lower me onto his cock. I cry out as he fills me, the sensation overwhelming. My body welcomes him despite my pretended resistance, slick and ready.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my hands landing on Liam’s chest for balance.
“Make her come,” Dom instructs Liam, his hand firm on the back of my neck. “Get her nice and relaxed before we add more. I want her begging for it.”
Liam’s hands grip my hips, guiding me into a rhythm that makes my thighs tremble. I continue my token resistance, pushing against his chest even as my body rocks against him.
“Stop fighting it,” Liam growls, thrusting up into me. One hand slides between us, his thumb finding my clit with unerring precision. “We both know you’re a dirty slut who wants to be fucked by masked strangers.”
My breath catches as pleasure spirals through me. The contradiction of fighting while chasing my own pleasure makes everything more intense.
“That’s it,” Dom murmurs, watching as my resistance weakens. “Let him make you come, and then we’ll show you what it means to be truly filled.”
“You’re all sick,” I hiss through clenched teeth, my body still rocking on Liam’s cock despite my words. “You should be locked up for this.”
Dom’s eyes narrow. “Is that so?” His voice drops dangerously low. “Then what does that make you? Getting wet while three masked men break in and take what they want?”
Before I can respond, Dom’s hand comes down hard on my ass, the crack echoing through the room. Pain blooms across my skin, hot and sharp.
“Fuck!” I cry out, involuntarily clenching around Liam, who groans beneath me.
Dom spanks me again, harder this time, and then again until my ass burns. Each slap sends shockwaves through my body, mingling pain with the pleasure still building from Liam’s movements inside me.
