“Look at her,” the one holding me down says, his voice edged with satisfaction. “She loves every second of it, don’t you, kitten?”
My eyes stay locked on him, on that black helmet, clinging to the stupid hope that before this madness is over, he’ll finally show me who he is.
“Add another one,” he tells his friend, calm and certain, like he already knows what it’s going to do to me.
The stretch turns vicious, my body tightening helplessly around the pressure as the pleasure that had been building twists into something sharper, something harder to endure.
My eyes go wide when pain shoots through my core, sudden and merciless, and for the first time since this started, all I want is to beg him to stop.
“And another one,” he hisses. “This won’t stop until you answer my question.”
Terror hits me all over again, hot and immediate, as something far worse than pain settles in—the certainty in his voice. He means it.
“You can move your head, kitten. Yes or no.” He adds the words almost casually before striking my breast hard, the sharp sting blooming instantly and dragging tears to my eyes.
“Are you enjoying this?”
Without warning, a brutal pressure tears through me, forcing a gasp into the glove stuffed in my mouth. I feel like my pussy isabout to rip apart, the pain almost unbearable—enough to make me feel like I’m losing my mind.
The line between pleasure and pain is so dangerously thin, and somehow… it feels strangely good.
“Whole fist?” A dangerous laugh slips out of him. “Good job, brother.”
Whole what?!
Did he just say whole fist?!
The words hit me like ice water, and I start fighting harder, twisting violently against the hold on me as pure adrenaline crashes through my chest.
The movements of his fist inside me become more erratic with every second, the pain wrapping around me and spreading through my entire body, yet at the same time, a powerful wave of pleasure crashes through my mind, leaving me shaken and completely lost in it.
He moves in closer, his hand still driving in and out of me without mercy, never slowing, never giving my body a chance to recover, while his tongue drags over my hardened nipple in slow, deliberate strokes. My eyes close before I can stop them, my body already giving in to sensations my mind keeps trying to reject.
Then his mouth closes over the sensitive skin, sucking hard while his teeth brush against me in a way that pulls a sharp tremor through my body, his friend still gripping and slapping my other breast relentlessly beside him.
This is so wrong.
“OH MY GOD! ”
My eyes fly open, my whole body trembling, every thought slipping away as the reality of what’s happening hits me like a brick.
“Not God, kitten. Just two psychos,” the one with the black helmet says, pride dripping from every word.
That’s when I realize the asshole removed the glove from my mouth, and I screamed at the top of my lungs while riding out the most intense orgasm of my life.
“You fucking asshole!” I spit, fighting against his hold.
White Helmet steps in without a word, grabbing my jaw before shoving his hand into my mouth until the taste of myself floods my tongue.
“Such a rude little kitten,” the bastard holding me down drawls against my ear. “Keep it up, and he’ll replace that hand with his cock.”
The one in the white helmet studies me silently, then shakes his head and pulls his fingers from my mouth.
“Looks like you still haven’t earned that privilege,” the one pinning me down says with a lazy laugh.
Before I can stop myself, my mouth moves faster than my brain. “Why don’t you talk?” I press, turning toward the one in the black helmet. “Why doesn’t he answer?”
He lets out a low laugh, his arm tightening around me in a quiet reminder of who’s in control.
