“Beg for us,” Lev commanded. “Beg for our cocks.”
My cheeks burned with shame, but my body betrayed me, a fresh wave of heat washing over me. I wanted to. I wanted to beg, to plead, to debase myself for them, to show them how much I needed this.
“Please,” I begged, feeling suddenly timid.
“Please what?” Lev prodded expectantly.
“Please… fuck me.”
“Both of us,” Roman added in a husky, seductive purr. “Beg us to fuck you together.”
The air crackled with a tension so thick I could taste it. This was another Markov moment. Another point of no return. I was going to be shared by them, to be used by them, to be filled by them.
Both of them.
At the same time.
“Please,” I pleaded. “Please fuck me. Both of you, please fuck me. Together.”
A triumphant smile spread across Lev’s face. He looked at Roman, a silent, predatory understanding passing between them. “Getin the bedroom then and climbon the bed,” Lev ordered. “On your hands and knees. Roman’s going to take that perfect ass of yours first. I want him to feel how tight it is.”
I did as he said, my legs trembling as I walked into the bedroom and climbed onto the bed, my heart pounding against my ribs. I positioned myself on my hands and knees, my ass up in the air, my heart pounding in my chest. There was a mirror on the sidewall, and I looked at myself, naked and presented, waiting for them both to take me.
I watched as Roman knelt behind me on the bed, his hands stroking my ass, his fingers tracing the cleft, then circling my tight, puckered hole. “Look at you,” he crooned. “So eager for it. So ready to be fucked.”
“Don’t be gentle with her,” Lev said. “She’s a dirty girl who likes it rough.”
“I never am,” Roman growled, a promise and a warning all wrapped in one.
Lev came around to the side of the bed, his hand gripping my hair, pulling my head back. He looked down at me, his eyes dark, fathomless, burning with a fire that made my blood run hot. “You look so good like this,” he said. “On yourhands andknees. Ready to be used. You were made for this, weren’t you?Made to take both our cocks at once.”
A hot, prickling shame washed over me, followed by a rush of dark, illicit excitement. I was on display, a spectacle for their pleasure, a toy for their desires. I was their filthy little slut, and I loved it. Every degrading word, every possessive touch only made me want them more.
“I want you to watch yourself in the mirror as my brother fucks your ass,” Lev said huskily. “I want you to see what a filthy little whore you are for us.”
My gaze lifted, and I saw the raw, naked desire on my face, the desperate, needy plea in my eyes. I saw a woman who was lost, a woman who was found, a woman who was completely and utterly theirs.
Roman knelt behind me then, his hands stroking my ass, his fingers tracing the cleft, then circling my tight, puckered hole. He spat, the warm fluid landing on my skin. I flinched, a soft gasp escaping my lips.
“Don’t move, dirty girl,” Roman commanded, his voice a low, growling rumble. “If you do, I’m going to have to take off my belt.”
His fingertips brushed against my bottom hole, and I sucked in a breath of air through my teeth. I must have flinched the tiniest bit because Roman slapped my ass hard, just as Lev tugged my hair harshly in his fist. The sharp sting radiated through me, and I tried not to cry out.
“I told you not to move, princess,” Roman growled.
“Look at you, kneeling there so obediently. This is all you’re good for, isn’t it? This is the only thing that quiets that mind of yours. Being used. Filled up until there’s nothing left but us,” Lev said.
The words were filth. They were degrading. They were humiliating.
And they were the truest thing anyone had ever said to me.
My breath hitched as Roman’s fingers circled my tight hole. He was teasing me, testing my limits, and I was melting, my body a willing, eager vessel for his desire.
“Look at her,” Lev murmured. “Her cunt is soaked. You can see it glistening from here.” He used his free hand to slide his fingers between my legs, gathering my slickness. He held his glistening fingers up in front of my face so that I could see it. “She loves this. Loves being treated like the filthy little slut she is.”
Roman’s slick finger pressed against my tight entrance. I tensed, a brief, involuntary spasm of resistance.
“Relax, baby,” Roman urged. “Let me in.”
