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The blade finally presses more firmly against me, tracing a slow, deliberate path along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh through the fabric of my leggings. The sting of the blade cutting my skin is sharp, making me hiss a breath because I didn’t expect him to keep going. I arch against their hold, begging for more while straining to get away at the same time.

"Look at how she responds," Abel groans, his voice low and husky.

“She’s perfect, brother,” Cain says, his tone almost reverent, his eyes hidden behind the neon mask.

I am equal parts pissed off and turned on. My teeth clench and I wonder if I could throw them off. Could I hold my breath until I pass out? Could I pretend to pass out just to see what they do? Is there any way I can gain some kind of control here?

“I told you she would be,” Abel responds.

I struggle to find words, my thoughts a chaotic whirlwind of fear and arousal. The pleasure that is swirling inside me with each touch is undeniable, a dark hunger awakening within me that I can't fully comprehend. They are right—I crave this twisted dance of pain and pleasure, even as it terrifies me to my core.

With a sudden movement, Cain slices through the rest of my leggings and underwear, the fabric parting under the blade's cold edge. The sensation of the last of my clothing being cut and pulled away adds to the feeling of surrender as he strips away my last shreds of control.

"Do you like this, little shadow?" Cain's voice echoes through the room, his words taunting me with the truth I’ve tried to bury. "Or do you wish you were somewhere else?"

I don’t answer, torn between the shame of my arousal and the overwhelming need for more.

“Last night when you were spread open for us, were you imagining us buried inside you as you made yourself cum?” Abel whispers seductively in my ear.

The room seems to close in around us. In that moment, I realize I am truly at their mercy, bound not just by chains but by something deeper, something unsettling that stirs within me and talks to the darkness I have always kept at bay. The shadows strain toward them, trying to tear down the walls I built so long ago.

"Do you want more now, baby girl? Do you want our cocks?" Cain's question hangs in the air, a challenge and a promise wrapped in one.

I close my eyes, my breath hitching in anticipation. The answer comes unbidden, whispered from a place I don’t fully understand. "Yes."

Chapter 20

Hydessa

My heart races in my chest at my confession, I shouldn’t be doing this, I shouldn’t want this. But I do. I can feel Abel’s mask against my neck, I can hear his breath hot and heavy inside it. His grip on my throat loosens just enough to allow me to breathe more freely, but he doesn't let go entirely.

Cain’s fingers trail over my newly exposed skin, each touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. His gloved hand traces the curve of my thigh, his fingers toying with the fresh cut before moving closer to the heat pooling at my core. I am hyper-aware of every sensation, every brush of fabric against my skin, every shift of weight on the bed.

The anticipation is almost unbearable.

“You heard her, brother,” Abel says, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “She wants more.”

Cain’s hand cups my pussy, the leather over his hand is cool against my heated flesh. He slides one finger between my folds, parting them slowly, deliberately, making me squirm against the restraints. I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips, the sound betraying my need.

“She’s so wet,” Cain murmurs, his voice filled with dark amusement. “Such a good little slut, getting all worked up for us.”

Abel’s voice is low and husky near my ear. “Do you like being our slut, little shadow? Do you like being at our mercy?”

I bite my lip, trying to suppress another moan, but it’s useless. The pleasure is building, an unstoppable tide that threatens to drown me. “Yes,” I whisper, the word barely audible.

Cain’s finger slips inside me, curling upwards to find that sweet spot that makes my entire body shudder. Abel’s hand tightens around my throat again, his other pressing against one of the cuts on my breast before playing with my nipples again.

“Good girl,” Cain says, adding another finger, stretching me. “Let’s see how much you can take.”

The rhythm of his fingers increases, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me. Abel’s hand moves from my breast to my sensitive clit, his fingers circling it with expert precision. My body arches against their touch, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The chains rattle with my movements, the sound mingling with the low, guttural groans from both men.

“Cum for us, little shadow,” Abel whispers, his voice a dark command. “Show us how much your pussy is begging for our cocks.”

The pleasure is overwhelming, a white-hot flame that consumes me from the inside out. My body shudders, every muscle tightening as I teeter on the edge. And then, with a cry, I shatter, the orgasm ripping through me with a force that leaves me breathless and trembling.

Cain’s fingers continue to move inside me, drawing out every last wave until I’m spent, my body limp. Abel’s hand slows its movements, his touch gentle now, almost soothing.

“There’s a good girl,” Abel murmurs, his mask brushing gently against my temple almost like a kiss. “You did so well.”

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