Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
He once again closed the distance between us and put the knife under my chin so I had to look up into his brown eyes. He inhaled deeply. “I love the way your tears smell against your cheeks.” He pressed the tip of the knife into my skin, forcing a gasp to break free from my closed lips. He then darted his tongue past his lips and licked a trail up my cheek, collecting my tears for his tasting. “These will not be the last of your tears,” he nearly growled as he then lowered the knife to the edge of my panties.
“Please,” I said softly. Another sob broke free. “I’ll do as you ask. I’m scared. Please don’t hurt me.”
The knife dipped below the waistband of my panties and rested against my mound. The coolness of the steel against my intimate skin made me gasp again as Stefano brought his lips to my ear. “Stay still, Hailey. It would be a shame to scar this pussy of yours.”
“Please...”
He tapped the metal of the knife against my clit, causing a surprising surge of sinful arousal. Horror at my captive situation, combined with my desire, weakened my knees. Beads of sweat formed on my upper lip as I focused on not collapsing to the floor, jamming the blade right through me.
“By the time we are done with you, you will be the perfect wife and the perfect mother to our child. You belong to us. We will be your masters, your sirs...” He paused for a moment and examined my body from head to toe. He gave me a wicked smile, clearly pleased with his thoughts of what that would mean. “We will be the men who control every single breath you take and move you make. You were a bad, bad girl, Hailey. But we are forgiving men, and we know you will give us a beautiful baby.”
He was serious. This man was fucking serious. They both were.
“Do you understand what we are saying, Hailey?” Thomas asked. “What our expectations are?”
I nodded, trying to stay as still as I could as the knife resting on my pussy reminded me how precarious my situation was.
“Answer me the proper way,” Stefano said firmly.
Not sure what he meant exactly, I tried to guess and replied, “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” Thomas praised.
I swallowed hard and with wide eyes tried one last time to beg for mercy. “Please don’t do this. I swear I won’t say a single word to the police. I’ll go to jail. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. I promise you that I have learned my lesson. We don’t need to do this.”
“But we do,” Stefano said.
“Please,” I pleaded as fresh tears fell. “I beg you.”
“You aren’t begging yet. Trust me. But you will. When we’re done with you, you’ll be begging for more. You’ll beg for our cocks to be inside of you. You will plead with those tears in your eyes for our tongues to go lower and deeper. You will beg, dirty girl. You will beg.” He pressed the knife a little harder against my mound. “Now say it. Say yes, sir.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
“Say it louder.” The knife went even lower, rubbing my clit with the burn of seduction on its descent.
“Yes, sir!” I said louder as I tensed. The sensation set my body ablaze in arousal—but it was so fucking wrong.
“Say it again and look me in the eyes like a good girl.”
I opened my blurry tear-filled eyes wide and stared at him. “Yes, sir.”
“Very good,” Stefano praised. “You just earned yourself a comfort item.”
Stefano removed the knife and replaced it with the palm of his hand. Without warning, he inserted a finger into my pussy and began pumping it in and out of me. “Look at my brother while I finger-fuck you,” he ordered. “Get used to seeing his face when I make you come.”
I gasped as I struggled to not close my legs in an attempt to protect my virtue. Tears of indignity ran down my face as I also fought the urge to grind against his hand to drive him deeper inside of me.
Thomas walked over, and just as quickly as Stefano had, and without any warning of his own, put his own hand down my panties. His finger was added to my degradation. Two fingers, two brothers, but only my one tiny hole now being raided.
Each of them fucked me with their fingers in unison. They spread me wide as they both took claim of what was now theirs to do so. I wanted to scream, to demand for them to stop, but the only sound that escaped my lips was a deep and guttural moan.
Just as the most embarrassing orgasm neared, both of them pulled out their fingers as quickly as it had started and chuckled as they made eye contact, sharing a secret only the two of them was in on.