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I suck in a deep breath as they both sink inside of me.
“Oh.” A yelp escapes my mouth when they’re both entering and my arms fly around the main guy in front of me, my teeth sinking into the side of his neck. Metallic liquid touches my tongue as I swallow his guttural hisses. He pumps in and out a couple times all while the guy behind me grunts, slowly sinking into my asshole. They both thrash into me relentlessly, my eyes rolling to the back of my head in pleasure.
Confusion.
I squeeze the main guy closer and without thinking, my lips find his. He doesn’t open them, doesn’t move. It almost gets ridiculous that I keep my lips on his because he’s not reciprocating, so I move back and suck down on his neck. Not everyone likes kissing. I get it.
My legs shake as they continue. It’s not until I’m screaming through my release that he falls backward, landing on a sofa. They both remain inside of me, this time I’m riding the main guy with the other behind me.
Main guy’s hands squeeze around my thighs as he slams me deeper over his cock. He grips me from my cheeks and brings my face lower than his. “Open.”
I do.
Saliva slides inside my mouth as the guy behind fucks me harder. I clench around them, my body preparing to fall beneath their hands again. Yet again. I don’t know if I’d be able to handle yet another orgasm, but I chase it anyway.
“Slap me,” I whisper, rolling my body over him.
He slaps me across my face before grabbing my tit and pulling me into his mouth. He bites down on my nipple and I lose it. The guy behind me pulls out of my ass and after a few seconds, his hot cum is squirting over my back as the main one beneath me grunts and groans through his release, with my nipple still between his teeth.
I’ve been flipped, slapped, pulled, and fucked until my legs shook, bruises welt my skin—I’m sure—and blood stains are smeared over my body.
We all fall in silence, so I curl up on the ground, attempting to catch my breath. I’m met with silence as they both gather up their things and the door opens and closes and I’m alone again.
Alone.
Left with nothing but the memories of what just happened. That just happened. I smirk to myself, my tongue running over my bottom lip. I can still taste them both on my skin, smell the scent of their sex in the air. They’ve left me with a hunger that can never be satiated. I want them back.
Doing the best that I can with no sight, I gather up my dress and squeeze it onto my body just as the door flies back open and a light turns on. I smile, finally able to see who these two men are, but when I turn to face them, it’s James. My heart crashes to the floor.
“Oh, hi,” I say, zipping up the rest of my dress.
He takes one step inside, and then another. “Have a good time tonight, Jade?”
My throat is dry, my mouth parched, so I run my tongue over my lips. “I—”
“Jade…” he says, his eyes flashing with coldness that drips down my spine and lands at my lower back. “I told you that you were free to roam tonight.”
He releases the tie around his neck, tossing it onto the ground. It’s the first time I get a good look at the room and the current state of my dress. There are tears at the ends, my hair is a knotted nest around my shoulders, and my hands have blood on them. I wince when I touch the inside of my thigh. I feel like a kid in a candy store, finding sex for the first time. I’ve never known it to be this way. Pleasurable. Enjoyable. J’s eyes roam up and down my body. The thought of him being on top of me so soon after having sex with two strangers constricts my throat and I have to force myself not to dry retch. Don’t fucking touch me.
The room is a dark shade of blue, the walls bleeding into an ombre of gray. There’s a king-size bed in the corner with four posters holding it up. On the other side of the bed, there’s a Victorian-style sofa with buttons sewn into the cushions, and on the other side of the wall, there is a range of ornaments and utensils hanging. Obviously more on the BDSM side.
“This room is one of the L’artisaniant four.” James takes a seat on a single sofa with high backs that reach up to the ceiling while the sides curve around his body. I don’t know what he’s doing or playing at, but James didn’t get his name for nothing. “This is run by four men, some say they’re four of the most powerful men in America, and others say that they’re mere thugs that simply had more brains than money who then created this multi-billion-dollar secret society that holds the world’s most elite secrets.”
