He doesn’t wait. He pushes one finger inside me and I tense. “Clench that tight little cunt around me,” he groans. He pushes another finger in, and a small moan leaves my lips, still pressed awkwardly out from his grip on my face. My head lolls back against his chest and I seem to sag in his grip.
Pleasure overtakes me as he curls his fingers, hooking them inside of me and hitting the spot I need exactly.
“Fuck my fingers, Neve,” he snarls, waking me from my revelry. “Bounce up and down.”
I clench my teeth and lock my knees, refusing to move. His words send sick pleasure coursing through me, but he’ll have to work harder to get me to obey him.
“Faust,” Sylvan says again, and his voice is hoarse as he takes one more step closer. I could reach out and touch him now, but I only have one arm free, and I don’t know if the man I’d be reaching for is better or worse. “Let her go.”
His care turns me on as much as Faust’s cruel words. Another raspy moan leaves my lips.
“Bounce on my fingers or I’ll cut him from head to toe while you watch, Neve.” Faust’s words are monotone, and the threat is scarier because of it.
Fuck.
“Faust, no.” Sylvan.
“Ask politely,” I snap back, but my voice is breathy.
Sylvan’s brows raise a little, and a small smirk forms on his lips.
Faust turns his mouth to my ear. “Put on a show for us, my love,” he says softly. He curls his fingers higher and I gasp. “Fuck my fingers while we watch.”
My knees bend a little.
I rock my hips, clenching myself around Faust’s fingers as I ride them, knowing I look awkward, knowing Sylvan is watching me, knowing my cheeks burn with shame. But the pleasure? It’s worth it.
“That’s a good angel,” Faust says softly in my ear, a low laugh mingled in his words.
“I’m not an angel,” I gasp out.
“No?” Faust teases. “Then tell me what you are.”
“A whore.” The word comes unbidden, a buried truth. A name I want to hear mirrored back from him.
He’s rigid behind me, but only for a heartbeat. The devil doesn’t struggle long against sinning again, does he?
“Such a good fucking whore,” he murmurs against my skin.
“Be meaner,” I beg. “Worse.”
“Neve—” Sylvan’s plea, but Faust cuts him off.
“Fuck my fingers faster, you fucking cunt.”
Another moan tears unwillingly from my mouth at his humiliation, and I obey. It’s exactly what I wanted.
Sylvan’s eyes feel heavy on me but I close my own, chasing the feel of Faust’s strong fingers inside me. When he adds another and his thumb works my clit, I have no strength at all to stand, and it’s his broad body behind me that’s keeping me up entirely.
“What do you want now, baby?” Faust murmurs, and the switch in tone undoes me.
“Worse,” I plead. “I can take it.”
Sylvan says my name again, a strangled sound from his throat:“Neve.”
“Doesn’t she look pathetic like this, Sylv?” Faust whispers, his tone pricking at something in my intuition. But ifthisis what they brought me here for, I’ll take it. They should know I’m as fucked up in my fantasies as they seem to be.
I’m so close, right on the edge, and when I flash open my eyes at the sense of a shadow falling closer, Sylvan is there.
