Page 82 of Where Sinners Repent

I swallow, the words dying on my tongue

“What is it, Black Cat,” he grits out, so close to my pussy.

My heartbeats echo in the room. Throbbing in time with my clit.

“Can you use the purple knife?”

He doesn’t reply. Not straight away. At first, I think I’ve annoyed him. But then, I feel a soft kiss against my thigh, just an inch from my pussy.

“Why?”

Why? I don’t know? My mind isn’t quite keeping up right now.

“It’s pretty,” I breathe, because that is the only truth I can find.

He presses another soft kiss on my other thigh, just as close to my aching core.

“It is,” he murmurs softly, “especially stained red with your blood.”

I’m not sure why his words make me see stars. But I’m distracted enough that when he slides the blade across one thigh, I barely feel it.

One quick slice, just under my ass, that has blood dripping down the back of my leg. I suck in ragged breaths of air, dizzy at the thought of being cut.

The next slice hurts more. He cuts the other leg slower this time. Testing.

I cry out through gritted teeth, and I feel warmth running down that leg too.

Each inhale feels heavier than the last, and when I peer over my shoulder, the room blurs around the edges.

Everything is feeling impossibly far away, except for the throbbing cuts and the blood sliding down my legs.

My thoughts are drifty, like a stillness settling over my wild, racing thoughts. Always there, And now... Nothingness.

I feel light. Calm. When I should be feeling the complete opposite.

I barely register the door opening, and the noise of sex coming from the club. Barely notice the man closing the door, identical to the one kneeling between my legs.

Kai.

He drinks in the scene in front of him, before sliding over my back and meeting my gaze. He wants me. I can see it in his ravenous eyes.

“Fuck me,” I murmur to both of them.

I’m desperate. Needy and depraved, just like Kaleb said I was. My hands slip from where they are spreading my cheeks and slide over the new wounds he gave me. My touch causes them to flare with pain, and when I bring them up to my face, they are stained with my blood.

I giggle an unhinged sound. I think I’ve lost the plot, but I’m unable to care. The only feeling I know is pure need.

I watch as Kai lowers himself beside his brother. In perfect unison, they move as one, each claiming an opposite thigh, their mouths softly meeting the fresh wounds in open mouth kisses.

I rock back into their mouths, silently begging for one of them to bury their face where I desperately need them.

Their movements are so eerily synchronised it steals my breath as they stand, lips stained with my blood. They share a look, and I turn to face them, shivering with anticipation as they slide their zippers down and grip their cocks in unison. Jesus fuck. A whimper escapes, the sight of their cocks side by side, nearly dissolving me on the spot.

Identical. And fucking big.

“Knees,” Kaleb murmurs, and I don’t need to be told twice.

Hardwood bites into me as I drop like a wanton whore. With their beautiful faces and equally beautiful twin cocks framed by dark pants, they’re a sight, fully clothes with their needy slut bare and kneeling before them.