The other one drops to his knees in front of me, forcing my legs apart with his gloved hands like my body belongs to him more than it does to me. I try to scream, but everything comes out muffled against the hand pressed over my mouth.
Oh, Sierra… you’re so screwed.
Suddenly, I feel his hand slide between my legs, the touch deliberate as he hooks the fabric aside, pushing my panties out of the way like it’s nothing.
He pulls off his glove before pushing a finger deep inside my pussy without warning. The sudden intrusion makes my body jolt against the one behind me, every muscle tightening as I try to pull away, panic rising fast while I fight to get free before this goes any further.
“Shhh… little kitten,” he murmurs close to my ear, his voice low and controlled. “Don’t act like you don’t want this.”
The one in front of me pulls his hand back, bringing it closer to my face, and even without seeing his expression, I can feel the shift, the way he’s watching me.
“See?” the one behind me lets out a quiet laugh against my ear. “You’re already wet for us.”
Fuck…
I really am…
What the hell is wrong with me?
Without warning, my legs are suddenly yanked forward, lifted into the air hard enough to drag my body across the dirt. My back presses against the cold ground while the one behind me shifts his grip, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand as the other stays clamped tightly over my mouth.
“Enjoy the show, kitten,” the one with the black helmet whispers near my ear. “Purr for me… and I might let you speak.”
Chapter 12
Sierra
Oh my God… What is wrong with me?
How can I be wet for these two psychos when every sane part of me should be disgusted? I don’t feel horny. I don’t feel curious. I definitely don’t feel like giving in to them. If anything, my whole body feels strung tight with fear, every nerve awake, every breath uneven, while my mind keeps screaming the same thing over and over.
Run!
Run now!
But how am I supposed to run when this monster has me pinned so hard against the ground that I can’t even move?
“Are you still with us, kitten?” His voice pulls me back to reality, and I hate him for it.
I would’ve rather stayed lost in my own head if they’re going to… whatever the hell they think they’re going to do.
He removes his hand from my lips, then grabs my face with both hands, squeezing hard enough to force my mouth open. A second later, he stuffs the white helmet’s glove into my mouth, smothering the sounds that were just about to escape me.
“As much as we’d love to hear you moan, we kinda don’t trust you, so don’t take it personally,” he adds as his hand slides inside my bra, rough fingers wrapping around my breast before the painful pressure pulls tears straight into my eyes.
I struggle against his hold, but it’s pointless. I’m trapped between them like a rabbit caught in a lion’s cage.
A hard slap against my pussy drags me back to reality—a reality that doesn’t feel so harmless anymore. I try to look up, but I can’t make out anything; the darkness has swallowed the forest whole, leaving only shadows behind. But I don’t need to see to know what’s happening, and honestly… It’s better this way.
The sudden intrusion of his finger inside me makes a scream catch in my throat. He starts thrusting with punishing speed, rough and relentless, sending sharp pain twisting deep inside me.
My body reacts involuntarily, my thoughts scattering in every direction, but the unexpected heat of his mouth against my pussy sends something dangerous flooding through my veins.
I don’t want to react to this, yet my body betrays me anyway. He moves slowly, tracing circles with his tongue over my throbbing clit, while his finger keeps driving into me with a rough, punishing rhythm.
I want to crawl out of my own skin, because this feels so wrong… and yet so fucking good.
He adds another finger, and the sensation nearly unravels me. His tongue moves with practiced precision, each lick pushing me closer to the edge, while his friend keeps playing with my sensitive nipples until every nerve in my body feels lit on fire.
