I moved my hands to my hips and glared at him. “Make me.”
What was I doing?
He would only make it hurt worse for my insubordination. With every act of disobedience, I would get another whack. And yet, I didn’t completely hate the idea, which could only mean one thing—there was something wrong with me.
“Get in the bed,” Bastian said before he came behind me and scooped me into his arms. “We’ve had a long day, Cherry. Neither of us are in the mood for games.”
“You’re not getting in the bed with me.”
“This is our house.” He dropped me onto the mattress and climbed in beside Damian and me. “We’ll sleep wherever we want.”
I scooted my ass across the silky comforter until I hit a wall of pillows at the head of the bed. Their eyes darted between my thighs.
Bastian slid his thumb across his bottom lip. “Fuck, Cherry. I can’t wait to bury my cock in your tight pussy.”
I slapped my legs closed, and Bastian pulled them apart. Damian held my arms down, the two of them working as a team.
“What are you doing?”
I tried to kick Bastian in the face, but this only gave him more encouragement. “Stop it! Get off me!”
He laughed, the same evil cackle that reminded me of a villain from a horror movie. Then he pried my legs open with his big hands, his lips inches from my aching core. Bastian breathed deeply, and I wondered if he could smell my desire.
His hot, wet tongue traced the length of my inner thigh. I moaned when he did it again, and my eyes slammed shut.
“Have you ever let a man taste you, Cherry?” Bastian spoke the words over top of my soaking wet panties. “Answer me.”
“No,” I breathed.
His tongue darted between my folds, pushing my panties inside me. I arched my back and cried out as he sucked on my clit.
“Bastian,” I whispered. “Stop.”
“Your words say one thing,” he taunted with his eyes on me. “But I think you want me to give you an orgasm.” Then his eyes shifted to Damian. “What do you think, D?”
“She’s begging for it.” Damian bent down and shoved his fingers into my mouth. “Isn’t that right, Pet? You want my brother to lick your pussy, don’t you?”
I sucked on his fingers because I didn’t have a choice and because it was kinda hot. He asserted his dominance and control over me, making me suck until he was happy. When he removed his fingers from my mouth, I gasped for air.
Damian moved down my body, slipping his hand between my thighs. And unlike his brother, he didn’t bother to ask me what I wanted before he plunged the same fingers he shoved into my mouth into my pussy.
I cried out from the insane amount of pleasure that swept over me. “Oh, my God.” I closed my eyes for a second, and then found Damian and Bastian staring at me. “No more,” I said, even though I didn’t mean it.
“How else are you going to handle our cocks?” Bastian asked with a serious expression on his face. “We need to break you in first.”
“No,” I whimpered. “I don’t want you to break me. This is too much.” I breathed through my nose. “Mmm…”
Why did this have to feel so damn good?
“I’m not ready.”
“Liar,” Damian taunted. “I can feel your pussy squeezing my fingers, begging for more. You want this, Pet.”
“Stop calling me Pet, and maybe I would want you.”
What am I saying?
He removed his fingers, and I already missed his touch. I blew out a breath of air, attempting to regain my bearings. Damian slid off the bed and shook his head in disapproval.