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He pulls his stiff cock out, and I stare at it. It’s impressive, and the obscene and totally inappropriate thought bounces around my head, but I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wondering if it would feel the same as Ciarán’s when it’s buried deep inside me.
“Uhm,” I stammer, my cheeks going red hot.
He laughs gently. “You’re thinking if it’s the same as Ciarán’s, aren’t you, Summerbell?”
“No,” I blurt out.
“Meaning yes.” He strokes himself, his eyes never leaving my face. “How about it, Summerbell? You like being fucked by two brothers? You want to know what it feels like to have both Ciarán and me inside you?”
He’s manipulating me, he’s pushing my buttons, and he’s doing it so well that I’m teetering on the edge of my own sanity.
“Don’t,” I whisper, my body on fire. “Stop it.”
“Why?” he asks with a soft chuckle. “Do you want to know what I feel like inside you?”
The question is rhetorical. His cock is in his hand, pumping away slowly. But I don’t say anything. I can’t stop staring at him, at his hand stroking his shaft, up and down, his eyes boring into mine as if he can see into my soul.
“Ciarán will take his time, but he’ll fuck you hard,” Thal says, his voice husky and strained. “And he’ll make you come harder than you ever have before.” His hand moves more quickly on his cock, and my eyes widen. “He’ll make you beg for more, for more of his cock, while you scream his name.”
This time, I gasp, my eyes wide at the dirty talk that isn’t a threat. He is aroused beyond belief. His eyes prove it, hooded and full of lust.
“But I won’t make you beg,” he murmurs, stepping forward so the tip of his cock is millimeters from my lips. “I’ll make you take me deep, and I won’t stop until I’m all the way in, until I feel your pussy clench around me.”
My pussy twitches involuntarily. He’s so close, so close that I can almost feel his cock brushing against my mouth. There’s a throbbing between my legs that just won’t go away, that’s getting worse with each passing second. It’s so distracting that it takes me a few seconds to realize he’s talking again.
“I’ll fuck you in ways you’ve never been fucked before,” he says, his voice steady as he stares at me. “I’ll make you come so many times you’ll forget what it feels like to have an orgasm without my cock in your tight little cunt.”
And it’s with this I know I want him to fuck me. I want it more than anything else in the world. I’m fucked up in the head that this man, who abducted me from my home to use me as a pawn against his brother, has somehow won me over with a few dirty words and his pain-filled gaze that has ripped right through my defenses faster than a speeding bullet. I was primed. Primed by Ciarán to respond to his triplet brother in ways only a fucked up little mind can fathom. But I don’t say anything; I don’t say a single word as his lips brush against my ear. “You want to know what it feels like to submit to me, to completely give yourself over to me?”
Glaring up at him, my lips firmly closed, he smiles. It’s slow, sexy and a little cruel as he pumps his cock harder. His gaze never leaves mine as he climaxes on my face with a low grunt, covering me in his cum that drips down my chin and onto my t-shirt.
“You can go back to him covered in my hot cum, Summerbell. See if he wants you then.”
“Fuck you,” I spit out, my heart pounding. “You’re a dick!”
“Mm,” he purrs, putting his cock away. “And you are such a good girl for taking my load all over your face like my little whore.”
He backs away, and I shrug my shoulder to wipe the cum dripping down my chin, relieved when he leaves me alone to contemplate my landslide into debauchery from just a few choice words.
Fuck, that man knows how to talk.
But then again, would he have had such an effect on me if he didn’t have Ciarán’s face, mannerisms, accent?
Probably fucking not.
25
CATHAL
Within the murky depths of the decaying warehouse, its gloom casting an ominous hue upon the fractured concrete floor, I bide my time in the shadows. The suffocating scent of mildew and rot infiltrates my senses, a constant reminder of the sinister game I have orchestrated. Each drip of water reverberates through the expansive space, akin to a sinister countdown to Ciarán’s imminent arrival.
From the grimy window of the dilapidated office, I observe Summer intently, her form restrained by the bonds that keep her captive to a worn metal chair. The sound of her ragged breaths punctuates the silence, intermingling with the rhythmic drips. Strands of hair cascade across her face, partially veiling the beauty I dirtied with my cum.
It was out of character for me to do something so sexual. It’s not in my nature to be attracted enough to anyone to grow a stiff cock, jerk off while I look at them and end with a climax that was so satisfying, I want to do it again.
It disturbs me.
This tiny, blonde creature, the very picture of her name, has woven some kind of spell over me. Seduced me by not taking any shit from me.
