Hearing that they still want to have sex with me is somewhat reassuring. Logically, I know this shouldn’t calm me down, but when I see the desire pooling in both of their eyes, my fear simmers down.
I can handle them wanting me. I just can’t handle them wanting to hurt me.
“I think she might like the idea a little too much.” Kane moves close like a wild animal who is about to go in for the kill. I feel exposed like a helpless animal in a trap. “Do you like the idea of us fucking you, Payton? If that’s even your real name.”
My real name…
His little comment is the first thing that actually makes sense. They must have figured out I changed my name, or maybe they just think I gave them a fake one. I could simply clear this up right now. Tell them why I took my grandma’s name when I turned eighteen. I could end this. Explain myself, but the thing is… I don’t want to.
I want to see how far they will go. I want them unhinged. I want them to take me.
“Only one way to find out,” Cash says just before taking his shirt off as well. Just like everything, they are almost identical. Their upper bodies are lean but muscular. If my hands weren’t tied above my head, I would run them over their chests.
My cheeks heat, and I lower my gaze to their hands, which are busy undoing their pants. Only then do I realize that both of them are hard. Their cocks spring free as they pull down their pants, neither wearing underwear beneath.
Cash moves to my side, his heavy rod swinging between his legs as his hand travels between my thighs. I flinch out of reflex when his fingers find my center, but when he runs his fingers through my wet folds, all my thoughts float away like little clouds in the sky. I can’t bring myself to look at him, but I’m sure he has a grin plastered on his face.
“Last chance to tell us who you really are,” Kane warns as he climbs between my legs. I gulp, taking in how big and hard his cock is. Is this going to fit? Should I tell him that I’ve never done this before?
“I’m not joking. I’ll fuck the answers out of you. We’ll take turns fucking your cunt until your throat is sore from screaming.” My sex clenches, and a tingling feeling forms in my spine. Why am I turned on by this? Shouldn’t I be scared?
“Don’t forget the ass,” Cash chimes in. “We’ll make good use of that too.”
I don’t even have time to worry about his threat because my mind is too consumed with Kane positioning himself at my entrance. His body lowers onto mine, his muscled form blanketing my soft curves until our chests are pressed against each other.
My heart is slamming against my ribcage so furiously, I’m sure he can feel it too.
“Tell me who sent you,” he grits through his clenched teeth while running the tip of his cock against my wet folds. His eyes bore into mine. His pupils are so dilated, I can’t even make out the color around them.
Time seems to stand still. I know this is a pivotal moment. I can choose to stop it here, explain myself, and walk out of this room with my virginity intact. Or I can let this go further, push them to the edge, and let them use my body. I hold the power in my hands, and without thinking about it too much, I make the decision…
“Tell me,” Kane demands one last time.
I shake my head.
With a growl, he buries his face in the crook of my neck and slams into me so hard, I move up the mattress an inch. I regret not telling him I’m a virgin instantly. The pain is so intense it knocks the air out of me, and stars dance in front of my vision. I feel like I’m being ripped in two, torn apart from the inside out.
“Fuck,” he growls into my neck.
All I can do is lie there and take it as he slowly starts thrusting in and out of me. “How are you so tight? I can barely move.”
I want to tell him that I’m a virgin, well, that I was, but all that comes out is a strangled whimper. Squeezing my eyes shut, I will myself to relax, but I can’t get my rigid muscles to loosen up. Without meaning to, I pull on the restraints, and the cuffs dig into my skin.
“Kane…” I hear Cash call for his brother, reminding me that he is also here.
Prying my eyes open, I turn my head to the side so I can look at him, and for the first time tonight, I see something besides anger and lust in his gaze… I see… concern.
Cash’s jaw is set into a tight line, his eyebrows are drawn together, and his hands are twitching like he is not sure what to do.
Kane lifts himself up enough to look at both of us, and I notice an identical look of concern that’s etched into his features.
“Are you a virgin?” he asks, but his eyes suddenly go wide as if he already knows the answer. I nod my head, not trusting myself to get a single word out.
“Jesus. Why didn’t you tell me? Fuck… don’t answer that.” Kane shakes his head. “Christ, I should stop, but you feel so good, I don’t think I can.”
He slows down, his strokes become lazy and shallow. Cash grabs my wrists, holding them so I can’t tug on the cuffs.
“Stop pulling your hands down, or you’re going to hurt yourself.”