Seeing how harshly they fuck each other and how rough they get I long to be a part of it, yet I can’t because they refuse to allow it. The sight of them fucking and making me watch as they snowball each other, never giving me a taste, is fucking killing me inside and that makes them smile.
I wish I functioned like a normal person and didn’t crave this type of kinky shit or long for it, but I do. I want to so fucking badly. I know they are fucking bad men and I shouldn’t wantthem to fill me with their cocks. But, I can’t deny it. I would throw my morals out the window if it meant I got to have them inside me just one more time.
“Fuck, take it, baby,” Vegah growls as he slams into him. This time none of them are touching me. I’m being made to watch as Vegah fucks Dimitri, but that’s not where the abuse ends. Vlad has his cock shoved down Dimitri’s throat, making my mouth water for a taste. I shiver when Vegah and Vladimir lock eyes, knowing they are related and staring at each other with a hungry look in their eyes has my breath hitching. Will they cross that line?
Will they allow me to watch as they do?
“He sucks my cock so good,” Vlad groans as he thrusts his hips, making Dimitri gag. Vegah hums his approval, then slaps Dimitri’s ass, making him groan. Jesus, the stamina these men have is fucking unrivaled. My pussy is dripping with need and clenching on air. I try to clench my thighs together to get enough friction to make myself come, but it doesn’t fucking work. My nipples are pebbled and begging to be touched.
I throw my head back and scream out in frustration. The pain radiating through my limbs is nothing compared to the ache I feel between my legs. I’ve never been pushed to this point before. My emotions are uncontrolled and running freely through me.
“Yes, baby, take this dick,” Vegah snarls, drawing my attention back to them. A sob lodges in my throat as Vlad groans and starts shuddering. I narrow my eyes at the fucker when he pulls out of Dimitri’s mouth and rushes over to me. He stares directly at me as he strokes himself. Four pumps is all it takes for him to come. Jets of his cum hit my thighs, pussy and feet. A sob tears out of me when he smears his finger through his release, then pushes it inside my pussy, making me cry out. I try to fight my body’s reaction and not enjoy it, knowing he will stop when I’m about to finally tip over the edge and come.
“Oh fuck,” I pant when he inserts a second finger. The sounds coming from his uncle and Dimitri only fuels my fucking need.
“You like this, don’t you?” Vlad sneers. When I don’t answer, he slaps my tit, making me scream out in pleasure. “Answer me, you useless slut.”
“Yes. I love it, please...” A moan rips out of me when he curls his fingers and pinches my nipple. The chains bite into my wrists as I tug against them.
“Please, what?” he snaps.
“Let me come,” I beg. I’m so fucking close I can feel it. My orgasm is right there and I try to latch onto it, but the motherfucker pulls his fingers free.
A broken sob tears out of me as I flop in my restraint. This has been going on for hours. I’m covered in their cum and their handprints mark my body. I feel the ghost of their mouths and fingers on and inside my pussy. It’s too much. I can’t take it any longer.
The sound of Vegah’s roar is drowned out by the sounds of my sobs. I have no idea what the fuck is wrong with me. I’ve never had a limit when it comes to sex…
Holy shit.
I found my limit. I scrunch my eyes closed and cry, tears falling freely down my cheeks without restraint as my body betrays me.
“Objection,” I whisper brokenly.
Everything happens quickly. One second I’m suspended in the air, then in the next, I’m cradled against a chest while the chains are removed from my wrists and ankles. I keep my eyes closed and bury my face in the chest and cry. He holds me tight as he begins to walk. I’m too emotionally spent to care where he takes me, I just want this to be over. I thought I would never find my limit in the bedroom, turns out all it took was being kidnapped, locked in the infamousDollhouse, chained up in awarehouse, forced to watch three of the sexiest men I have seen fuck each other and be denied orgasm after orgasm for hours.
When he stops moving and lowers me, I snap my eyes open. I feel something soft beneath me. I look around and frown. We’re in an office and I’m lying on a sofa. I look up to see it’s Vlad who was carrying me. He has an unreadable look on his face. I tear my gaze from his and just stare up at the roof. I hear the other two enter the room and tune out the conversation the three of them have.
I’m in a fucking trance of some sort, my body shaking but I can’t control it. My ankles and wrists ache from where the cuffs bit into my skin. The thing that hurts the most is my chest. I have no fucking idea why it feels like my damn heart is breaking, but it does. In my mind I had built up a fantasy that I would find the three guys that rocked my damn world after one night. They would be so happy to see me and instantly fall head over heels in love with me, then… I have no idea what came next but I wanted it. I fucking allowed myself to hope, and in my line of work I know better than to allow myself to feel that.
“She either talks or we keep going,” Vegah’s booming voice breaks through my thoughts and snaps me back to the present.
“She tapped out. The whole time we have watched her she’s never tapped,” Vlad argues back.
“We have three days left before she goes to trial,” Dimitri adds. If there are only three days left, then that means it’s Good Friday, and instead of spending the Easter weekend with friends and family, I’m being tortured by the three men from the very Cosa Nostra I’m trying to take down. They have no idea why I am pushing this, if only they knew the truth. My source has told me they are in the dark. If I tell them the truth, it won’t end well for any of them or Monte.
CHAPTER TWELVE
VEGAH
When she pushes herself up to a sitting position, we all close our mouths. The sight of her naked and bruised with our marks on her is invigorating. I love the sight of it and it feeds the fucking beast inside me that craves that shit.
She looks like a beautiful broken doll. She fooled us and managed to get her ass out of theDollhousewithout meaning to. Monte has no idea we fucked up at theDollhouse. I’ve tried calling him and Courtney, but my calls go unanswered. I don’t bother trying to call Monte’s youngest son, Hunter. That shit stain is fucking useless and nothing but a liability.
“Truth or dare,” she croaks out. All three of us turn to face her, but she keeps her head down and twists her fingers in her lap. “It’s such a stupid game, yet if it’s played right it can be the perfect game to test the will of your opponents.” She lifts her head and looks at the three of us with a distraught look in her eyes. I grind my teeth, hating the fact we are the ones that forced her to limits I’ve never pushed a woman to before. I thought I would relish the feeling of breaking her, but I don’t. “My will isn’t as great as yours, clearly.”
“You can make this all stop,” Vlad states in a gruff tone.
She swallows and nods. She darts her tongue out to moisten her chapped lips. “What happens to me afterward?”
