“She’s fighting it,” Lev told him. “She likes it when wemakeher submit.”
“She’ll submit,” Roman said confidently. “I know she will.”
And then he pushed his finger inside me. Immediately, a hot wave of pain burned through me, radiating around my bottom hole and edging up and down my spine. I cried out, half in pain and half in pleasure.
“Shhh,” Roman soothed. “You can take it. You were made for this.”
He worked his finger in and out in a rhythm that was designed to stretch me, to prepare me for what was to come. With each thrust, the pain lessened, replaced by a strange, dark pleasure that was both unsettling and intoxicating in the same breath.
Lev’s grip on my hair tightened, his eyes boring into mine in the mirror. “Watch yourself,” he commanded, his voice a deep, possessive growl. “Watch as my brother claims your ass. Look at the way your body opens for him, how you ache for it. This is your purpose, Kara. This is all you’re good for.”
I stared at my reflection, at the wanton, desperate creature in the mirror, and the shame was a hot, burning thing that colored my cheeks.
“You love this, don’t you?” Lev’s voice taunted. “Being our little plaything. Our toy. You spend so much time pretending to be in control, but look at you now. On your knees, dripping wet, begging for us to fuck you. It’s the only time you’re truly honest.”
He was right.
I did love this. I loved being stripped bare, not just of my clothes, but of my control, my pride, my carefully constructed defenses. I loved being reduced to this pure, primal need.
Roman added a second finger, stretching me further, his movements slow, measured, almost clinical. The burn was exquisite, a sweet, aching pain that made my toes curl.
“She’s tight,” Roman grunted. “So fucking tight.”
“She’ll take it,” Lev said. “She’ll take everything we give her and beg for more.”
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “You see that girl in the mirror, Kara? The one with her ass in the air, her face flushed, her eyes glassy with need? That’s the real you. Not the spy, not the agent, not the survivor. Just a greedy little slut who needs her holes filled to feel complete.”
His words were a poison, a sweet, intoxicating venom that coursed through my veins. I wanted to deny it, to argue, to spit back a defiant retort, but the truth was staring me right in the face. The girl in the mirror wasn’t fighting. She was leaning into Lev’s touch, her body arching back as she took Roman’s fingers in her ass, a soft, breathless moan escaping her lips.
Roman’s fingers stilled inside me, and I felt a fresh wave of heat. He was watching me, watching my reaction to Lev’s degradation, and I knew he was enjoying it, enjoying my shame, my surrender.
“He’s right, you know,” Roman joined in. “Look at you. Your cunt is dripping for us, even while your ass is being stretchedin preparation for my cock. You can’t decide which part of you wants it more, can you?”
He curled his fingers inside me, an intentionally slow movement that sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to my clit. I cried out, my back arching, a fresh wave of slickness coating his fingers.
“Answer me, Kara,” Roman commanded. “Which hole is greedier tonight?”
I couldn’t speak. My throat was tight, my breath hitched in ragged, shallow pants. All I could do was stare at my reflection, at the wanton, desperate creature in the mirror, and feel my shameful desire wash over me in a hot, prickling tide.
“I think her ass is winning,” Lev said, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. “Look at how she’s pushing back, trying to take more of your fingers. She wants it so bad.”
“It’s true,” Roman agreed. “She’s a greedy little thing. But then again, we knew that already, didn’t we?”
“She thinks she’s so smart, so in control,” Lev sneered, his hand tightening in my hair, pulling my head back at a sharp angle. “But look at her now. Reduced to a set of holes. A pretty, fuckable toy.”
He reached around with his free hand and pinched my nipple, a sudden, stinging pain that made me gasp. “Does that hurt, baby?”
“Yes,” I sobbed, the word a torn, hoarse whisper.
“Good,” Lev rumbled. “I want it to hurt. I want you to remember who you belong to.”
Roman slid his fingers out of my ass, leaving me feeling achingly empty. He spat again, the warm fluid landing on my skin. Then he freed his cock and positioned the head of it against my asshole.
“Ready for the main event, dirty girl?” he mocked.
I braced myself, my hands fisting in the sheets, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation.My muscles squeezed tight, just once, and I tried to relax.
He pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching my tight ring of muscle. The pain was immediate, a hot, burning stretch that stole my breath away and Icouldn’t help but cry out.
