Page 51 of Fatal Fantasy

Every single nerve ending is sparking, each passing second leading me closer to a fire that will be hard to extinguish once we get going, but just before the flames lick my skin, I’ll succumb to the very thing I crave – euphoria.

“Take it all off,” Tyson orders, and from his place at my feet, Jasper smiles up at me, both of us smirking as we successfully played dirty enough to get Tyson on board with our mischief.

Back in Jersey, we’d work each other up slowly, waiting for Tyson to cave in and join us, like a little game we played unbeknownst to him.

Those memories alone remind me that I’m making the right choices, and am back where I truly belong – with them.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Jasper hums, his breath tickling my thighs as he stands me up and strips my leggings off in one swipe, the black panties quickly following suit.

It’s been a long time since he’s seen me fully naked, only Tyson having that opportunity in the shower, but he doesn’t miss a beat, his gaze trailing along every inch of my skin like he’s memorizing each millimeter of my frame.

This is as vulnerable as I can get, showing off my scarred, bruised, and pieced-back-together body, but Jasper acts as if this is nothing new, his gentle touch stripping the clothes I use as armor off in a hurry.

In a swift motion, he lifts me off my feet, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he presses his lips to mine, while my hands find solace in the roots of his hair.

My breathing is accelerated, my heart thrashing against my chest, but the second my back crashes against the table, I scream out in pleasure, already on the edge of oblivion as I know exactly what’s coming.

Jasper takes a step back, leaving me on display in the middle of the kitchen, and I feel both sets of eyes raking over my body, goosebumps breaking out along every corridor of my frame.

I’m an art project, fit for them to admire as they please, but for the first time in a very long time, I’m not scared of what’s looking back at them.

Yes, I’ve been tortured, and have the scars to prove it, but as I search their eyes, I see nothing but admiration, love, and most of all, hunger.

Finally, I’m realizing that shame is just another form of torture, one that takes a stranglehold over survivors.

I’ll never be ashamed of my body again, and that credit goes solely to my boys, who look like starving men, even amidst the chaos littered atop my skin.

“Well, are you just going to eye-fuck me, or will one of you be using the cock perched between your legs to get the job done?” I snark, and the frustration in my voice can only be attributed to the level of desperation I’m willing to go to in order to feel them inside of me again.

It’s been too fucking long since sexual acts felt good, and I’ll be damned if they get off without even laying a finger on – or in – me.

“Watch it, Carter. You know what I like to do with that sassy little mouth,” Tyson says, his calloused hands cupping both my breasts roughly, a sharp inhale stinging in my chest as he tweaks my nipples into stiff peaks.

“God, I’ve missed the taste of your sweet pussy, Principessina,” Jasper whispers against my skin, prying my legs apart while he drops to his knees again, his breath hot on my clit before he dives in like he’s on death row and is receiving his chosen final meal.

The way he ravages my body should be considered criminal, an offense that requires the highest of punishments, except I’d sacrifice myself along hot coals just to keep him perfectly planted between my thighs, the ecstasy almost too much to bear as my chest rises and falls in tune with his licks, nibbles, and sucks on my most sensitive place.

“Jasper, I’m so fucking close,” I breathe, my thighs instinctually clenching around his face as I buck my hips, the sensation stealing every rational thought I possess during the chase of the sweetest reward.

“Is he making you feel good, babygirl?” Tyson asks, trailing his fingers along the curve of my jaw, and when I open my eyes into his, there’s a soft smile on his face, one that loves to watch when I fall apart for just them.

“Yes, fuck! Oh my god,” I cry out, two of Jasper’s fingers breaching through my entrance, the cobwebs that previously occupied the space dissipating within seconds, the fullness of just his fingers sending me straight into another galaxy.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Massi. You’re making her look so fucking pretty,” he groans, his thumb stroking my bottom lip while I breathe through the powerful orgasm ripping through my body, embracing the waves of pleasure as they crash onto my shore.

It’s been far too long, but Jasper expertly works my body until I’m on the verge of tears, my shaking frame rattling the table as I enjoy the freedom this cabin offers, my screams ricocheting off the walls and haunting the poor dead animals hanging off the mantle.

“Delicious little prey,” Jasper mutters, grinning from ear-to-ear as he comes up for air, planting juicy kisses along my belly while his hands dig into my thighs, likely leaving finger-shaped bruises.

“Tyson, I want you,” I breathe, unable to make it sound romantic, or less-than desperate, but at this moment, there’s nothing that’d make me feel higher than sharing a moment with him, too.

“On all fours, babygirl. We need to remind you who you belong to.” He fists my hair, forcing me to a sitting position, planting a quick kiss on my lips before turning me around until my eyes are lined with his cock, and my backside is on full display.

“I’d forgo a million blowjobs just to see this view for the rest of my life,” Jasper moans, rubbing his hands along my ass cheeks, slapping as he goes, which only heightens my emotions, the absolute high of being perched back into poses at their mercy slamming into me like a fucking semi.

“Please, let me suck your cocks,” I beg, needing to approach this final hurdle with confidence, erasing all memory of Vincent with a true throat-ravaging session only these two men can provide.

“Tongue out,” Tyson says, the dead stare of a thousand men in his eyes, but the fear instantly disappears from my bones as I follow his command, like a robot who only knows how to please.