Page 46 of In the Shadows

He parts the soft fabric, and I stare down at Kovu’s wild blue eyes as he drinks me in, never allowing his lips and tongue to deviate from the slow torture they’re subjecting me to.

He groans as Bishop cups my bare breasts with his huge hands, making them look much smaller than they are. I don’t have the biggest tits in the world, but I wouldn’t call them tiny by any stretch of the imagination.

He pinches the stiff peaks so hard it drags a hiss from my throat, but it only escalates the pleasure beating down on me, and I choose not to analyze that.

“Fuck,” Kovu groans. “She fucking loves the pain, brother. She’s fucking soaking, and her tight little cunt is squeezing my finger so hard.”

Heat moves over my cheeks and down my chest at the filthy words he’s used to describe me, but I’m lost in the movement of his finger inside me, his eyes hungrily taking me in, and Bishop’s hands on my breasts. I’m completely overwhelmed, and yet I need more.

“You’re being such a good girl for us, love,” Bishop says as he pinches my nipples again, this time twisting them slightly. Pain radiates across my chest, but my clit pulses at the pain. “Do you know what good girls get?”

I shake my head, unable to form a rational thought, let alone vocalize it.

“They get to come,” he whispers.

Kovu slips a second finger inside me along with the first, and I groan at the added stretch. If Bishop’s bulge pressing into my back is anything to go by, I have a long way to go yet.

The two of them work together in tandem, not needing to speak to communicate what they’re thinking, and I’m careening toward a cliff I’m not sure I’ll survive the fall from.

Bishop lifts one of his hands from my breast and wraps it around my throat, squeezing to the point I can barely drag in a breath through the pressure, but it heightens the pleasure Kovu is forcing upon me, and I’m lost in it. Lost in the pain. Lost in the pleasure. Lost in their arms.

“Oh, our girl likes being choked.” Kovu chuckles against my aching heat, his teeth nipping at my clit and dragging a strangled scream from my throat.

“I knew she would,” Bishop murmurs, his teeth clamping down on my shoulder and adding to the mix of confusing feelings. “I knew you were perfect for us. Our perfect little whore.”

I cry out as Kovu pushes a third finger into my pussy, and then all I see are stars. My orgasm crashes over me in brutal waves that tear my breath right from my lungs. My body flies with pleasure, and I allow myself to be at their mercy, even if it could very well be my downfall.

When I come to, I’m bundled in Bishop’s lap, his arms wrapped tightly around me while Kovu is pressed against me on the other side, his hand drawing comforting circles in my back.

“There she is,” Bishop croons. “You passed out for a second there.”

I open my mouth to speak but allow it to fall closed again, all snappy remarks melting away as I allow myself to enjoy this moment. I don’t know when I’ll get to feel this safe again, and I don’t want to miss a single second of it.

Kovu pushes my hair out of my eyes, and not for the first time, I’m struck by how gentle he is with me against all odds. “You were perfect, Little Lamb.”

“You’re perfect for us,” Bishop confirms, and my heart constricts painfully. I can’t stay here. No matter how much I want to. No matter how safe I feel in their arms, I don’t have a choice but to leave. The illusion of safety is a far cry from the real thing, and I’m not about to let smoke and mirrors be the reason for my downfall.

I snuggle deeper into his lap, allowing myself this moment of reprieve where I can just enjoy being for a while. It’s been a long time since my life was about something other than becoming the next queen of the De Marco family, and I don’t want to waste a second. Even if it will be short-lived.

All good things must come to an end, right?

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

KAOS

Islam my fist into the asshole’s face, relishing in the sound of cracking bones followed closely by a satisfying stream of blood.

It’s been too long since I’ve made someone bleed, and this is exactly what I needed, what I’ve been craving.

“Tell me what Charles is planning,” I growl as I throw another punch, this time getting him in the cheek.

I nabbed him off the street and brought him to the basement of the compound. We try not to do our dirty work outside these four walls. It’s just cleaner this way. Less likely to be any witnesses to our brutality, and it’s rare that anyone who comes through these doors leaves.

“I don’t know,” he sobs. The wimp was crying the second he woke up tied to a metal chair with cable ties, a personal favorite of mine. The more they struggle, the more they bleed as the sharp plastic slices them open.

The last guy I had down here killed himself that way. By accident, of course. But the idiot hit an artery trying to escape. Saved me another death on my conscience, I suppose, even if it’s long since been blocked out.

I sigh and throw another punch, getting him right in the jaw and enjoying as blood drips from the corner of his lip. “See, I’d like to believe you, Kev, I really would. But I just don’t.” I shrug as I wander to the edge of the room where my glass of whiskey is sitting untouched. I don’t normally drink down here, but today it felt necessary.

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