One Dirty Night

He didn’t even like me.

I stiffened as he bucked into me with a snarl.

He…he loves me.

My mind exploded into sparks.

Could Hunter be right?

All this time…

All those awful moments where he tried to push me away.

“You belong to me,” Nick grunted, fucking me relentlessly. “Until dawn you’re mine.”

For a thousand dawns.

“Do you deserve to come, Ella?” Nicholas asked, dark and full of rage. “Or should I punish you some more?”

“Oh God.”

“Take it,” Nick hissed. “Take me. Take every inch.”

He shoved me forward, doing his best to feed me his soul and not just his body.

I almost face-planted into Hunter.

He caught me with gentle, firm hands, holding me upright for another man to pummel. “Goddamn, you look beautiful with a cock deep inside you.” Tucking sweaty hair behind my ear, Hunter gripped my roped wrists resting on his chest with one hand while the other roamed over my prone and ravaged body.

He cupped my breasts.

Pinched my nipples.

“I need your mouth.” Grabbing my neck, Hunter jerked me down so our lips smashed together. I squirmed in his hold, my elbows giving up as my hips shot upward, giving Nick even more leverage to pile-drive into me.

I couldn’t get air as Hunter stuck his tongue in my mouth, kissing me as savagely as Nick fucked me.

On and on.

Sandwiched between two males.

Their meal in every way.

My every gasp.

My every cry.

Over and over, they dragged me higher and higher into bliss I wouldn’t survive.

Bliss that would butcher me.

Bliss that would define me, ruin me, complete me.

I’d never felt like this before.

Never been so free, all while bound by ropes and men.

Never been so me, all while I had no idea who that was.