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“You’re not getting off of this train track until every single one of us has used you exactly how we want,” he spits at me, shock penetrating me like a bullet, the pain secondary to the realisation of what he means.
“What?” I blink hard, rain starting to spot against my frigid skin. “Train track?”
Lynx sighs hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat with his swallow, “Yes, train track, so you probably wanna do a good job and get it over with before the train comes.”
My entire brain short circuits as I look down at the ground, my knees uneven, thighs parted over a wooden slat of the track. I suck in a sharp breath as Lynx steps back, eyes narrowed in on me as he steps off of the track.
I glance left and right, the track long and straight as far as I can see both ways, and I shiver, my heart hammering. Heat covers my spine as someone sinks to their knees behind me. Smoke and sugary sweetness, a hint of tobacco filling my nose and my panicked sob threatens to choke me.
Rex’s lips brush my ear, his warm breath feathering down my neck and I hate how I automatically sink back into him, seeking his comfort even as his big hands ruck up my dress.
My focus on the four men fanned out before me, but it’s fuzzy, my vision, as though my eyes are trying to shield me from the men I thought I found my place with. Each of them gifting me something different, something safe, something new.
And now they want to destroy me.
And I don’t even know why.
A hiss escapes Rex as he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, finding me bare beneath my dress, his thick fingers splaying around the tops of my legs, index fingers digging into the crease of my thighs.
I glance at Flynn, finding the knowing smirk on his face, his hand shifting from his pocket, my knickers balled in his fist. He brings them up to his face, pressing them to his nose and breathes in deep.
I shudder as his eyes roll, his head dropping back, eyes fluttering closed, like he’s drawing in the scent of something he craves. And it makes my heart shatter.
Rex places a soft palm to my lower belly, splaying his fingers possessively, holding me to him, his bare, hard cock pressing against my spine, the cold metal through the tip like ice against my skin.
“I’ve got you, Kitten,” he breathes in my ear, making me shudder, my eyes close, a tear rolling down my cheek. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
It sounds like a false promise, like a pretty lie, and I hate that I wish it were true.
“Just get on with it,” I grit out, teeth chattering, I bite the inside of my cheek, swallow the rush of bile up the back of my throat.
“Poppy,” it sounds like a plea and I fucking hate it, like there’s sadness in his voice, as if he’s not the one about to violate me.
“Shut up,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes closed, “just shut the fuck up.” I sing it inside my head like a chant, a mantra, trying to go somewhere else, anywhere that’s not here.
Rex sighs, his huff of breath skating down my neck, blowing hair across my face, little strands catching in my eyelashes, and I do nothing as he takes his cock in hand, lines it up with my entrance, already wet and desperate for him. And I hate myself for it.
I have hated myself since I was five years old, but never once have I hated myself quite as much as I do in this very moment.
Rex’s cock is a slow, smooth glide of steel flesh as he enters me. His hand over my belly, holding me to him, other hand clasped over my hip, his grunt of satisfaction in my ear as his teeth snap onto the lobe, biting and sucking as he fucks me, my bound hands crushed between us.
“Angel,” Flynn rasps, my eyes fluttering open, lifting to his dark blue ones where he towers over us, Rex’s face buried in the crook of my neck, his lips and teeth mouthing at my scarred shoulder.
Flynn brings his big fingers to my lips, sweeping the tips over the flesh, applying pressure to tug the bottom one down, dragging it away from my teeth. His gaze flicks from his hand to my eyes, his fingers still resting heavily on my lip.
“Suck my fingers like you’re gonna suck my cock, Angel,” he rasps, low and husky, pressing the tips of his three longest fingers against my teeth, forcing me to widen my lips, open my mouth, let him in.
And like an idiot, I part my lips, suck his fingers inside, let him slide them to the very back of my tongue, down into my throat. I gag, my lips stretched so wide it feels like my cheeks are going to split at the sides to make more room, saliva running out of the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin as hepresses hard on the very back of my tongue, the knuckles of his fingers grazing the roof of my mouth.
“Suck harder, Kitten,” Rex breathes, his canine dragging down the curve of my ear as his cock punches against my cervix.
I try to suck on Flynn’s fingers, his eyes blazing as he focuses his gaze between my mouth and my eyes, but with a low groan, a deep rumbling in his wide chest, he tears his fingers from my mouth. Air burns my lungs as I heave in a big breath, saliva dripping from the corners of my mouth, my chin. My head dropping forward, my back still flush with Rex’s front.
The tip of Flynn’s cock is pressing to my lips before I have time to fully catch my breath, the wide head of him a salty musk on my tongue as he fills my mouth in one brutal thrust, my teeth catching the top of his shaft as he taps the back of my throat.
All I can do then is let them use me. The pair of them moving in sync, Rex glides out as Flynn slides in, the walls of my throat and cunt tightening in the same rhythm. Both men groaning as they move inside of me, the two of them clinging onto me as they do. Flynn’s hand tangled in the top of my hair, his other tight around my throat. Rex’s hands on my body, one on my belly, the other curled around my hip.
They hold me like they’re not trying to hurt, but they want to, wish they could, or maybe they don’t want to hurt me at all. Maybe that’s all just me. What I want. Because if they hurt me more, maybe I’ll start to hate them more than I hate myself.
