“No!” I shout before he manhandles me and flips me over.
He yanks my dress up, exposing my backside to the cool nighttime air. I can already feel how wet I am as heat ignites in my lower belly. Maddox is usually gentle, but it seems that tonight has something much darker arising in him as he yanks my panties to the side and shoves himself deep into me.
I gasp, the stretch taking my breath as he draws backbefore slamming his hips into my ass. The pace he sets is wild and unforgiving, causing me to inch across the Earth with every harsh slap. My moans are desperate and choked as he gathers the hair at the nape of my neck into his fist and pulls me up until his mask presses into my temple. My eyes find the neon glow, pleading for my release.
“This is what you wanted,” He rasps. “I can’t wait to drug you again, pretty girl. I love it when you’re so pliant and needy. But tonight, I’m going to show you what being owned means. You cum when I let you, and until then, you shut up and take this cock like the good fucking girl you are.”
I can’t even answer him as he wraps a hand around my throat, squeezing. The asphyxiation mixed with the wanton need of my impending release is too much, and I can only beg and plead for it as he fucks me with abandon.
“Fuck, I love it when you beg.” He punctuates as he fucks me into the dirt. “Ask me nicely, Songbird. Cry for me.”
My fears fall unbidden, soaking my cheeks as my response is breathless and cracked. “Please. Please let me cum, Maddox. Please.”
He bears down, his fingers squeezing my arteries until spots dance in my vision as he flattens me to the ground. He hisses in my ear as his movements become sloppy and desperate. The mask is pushed aside only for him to run his tongue up my cheek, drinking my sobs like they’re his to possess. “You’re so fucking pretty when you cry. My beautiful little mess.”
“I’m…I’m yours,” The words skate past my lips, cementing my confession in the air between us.
Maddox’s chest rumbles with sick satisfaction. “And I’m yours, Songbird. Until the end of fucking time. There is no going back after tonight.”
I love the way that sounds coming from him, slightly delusional and thick with promise. My connection to these three men has never been sane. It’s fucked up and horrid in its own way. But it’s ours.
“I…” I swallow past the emotion in my throat—the scream that threatens to break past my lips as I tip over the edge. “I don’t want to go back!”
Maddox grips my hair tightly, yanking my head back as my release bursts through me. “Good.”
His hips slam into me one last time as he buries himself to the root and stalls over me. My hands yank at the brush beneath me as I clamp impossibly tight around him, milking his cock.
“That’s it,” He praises as heat floods me. “Cum for me, Songbird, and know that it’s only because I fuckingletyou.”
I whimper beneath him as the pain dances along my scalp. He gives me enough time to collect my breath before pushing up and pulling out of me. He drags me after him, slapping my ass and jolting me forward. “Your beasts lie in wait. Run, Rosalie.”
My knees wobble as Maddox’s release drips down my thighs. Walking seems impossible until I hear heavy footsteps in the distance. I don’t even think as I bolt back into the brush. Stray twigs and branches slice across my skin, and the Earth beneath my feet rips at my soles, but I don’t stop as adrenaline pumps freely through my veins.
The fence runs parallel to me, and I stick close to it, needing to have something to ground myself. It helps a little of the fear ebb as I glance over my shoulder.
Maddox isn’t where I left him, and my lips pull over my teeth before I smack right into a wall. Hands grab my biceps tightly as my head whips around to see the pink-stitched mask looming over me. Kairo holds me tightly, his head tilting in a mocking manner.
“Where’s the rush, Thorn?” I can hear the menacing amusement in his tone as I wrench my arms out of his grip.
I take a staggering step back, my chest falling wildly with my breath. “You caught me…”
“I did,” He croons as he reaches into his pocket. He produces something small, and as he rubs its side, it clicksopen with a sound. The blade of the pocket knife glints in the moonlight, and my eyes bounce between the weapon and him.
“How… how do you want me?” My voice is tremulous between us.
He flips the knife in his hand until he’s holding the blade in his palm. “On your back, pretty girl. Spread those thighs for me.”
I sink down to the ground, hypnotized by the pink glow of his mask. My hands brush over the dirt beneath me as he drops to his knees. He uses a finger to push me onto my back until I’m lying down. I bend my knees as he shoots between my thighs.
His hands are on me in an instant, the knife tucked safely into his palm as he explores the tops of my hips before he slides his fingers into the crooks. His head whips up. “It seems someone else got to you first. I love it when this pussy is already warmed up for me, baby. Let me see how ruined you are.” He spins the knife in his hand before running the blade over the dampness of my panties, before slicing upward. My underwear rips, causing me to suck in a breath as Kairo shreds them from my body.
He uses a thumb to open me to him, the only source of light coming from his mask as he leans down to take in the damage. “Fuck, that’s beautiful. I bet you’re so soft…”
I shiver at his voice, wiggling a little until he holds up the knife. My eyes flicker to it. “What are you going to do with that?”
He chuckles as he flips the blade into his palm again and holds up the handle. “I’m going to fuck you with it. Have you ever been fucked with a knife, Thorn?”
My anxiety rockets as I shake my head. For the first time since I started seeing them, I want to protest. The line of danger is being toed, and I’m not sure how I feel about this…
