Page 43 of Hide Me Darling

Cain withdraws from me, his touch lingering on my thigh. “We’re not done with you yet, little shadow.” His voice promises more pleasure, and better yet, more pain.

I close my eyes, my breath coming in slow, ragged gasps. The fear is still there, a dark undercurrent that threads through my pleasure. But so is the arousal, the need for more. I am theirs, completely and undeniably, in this moment.

I feel Cain shifting away from me, leaving me with Abel at my back. Abel’s gloved hands brush lightly up my arms before his fingers press against them, rubbing the tense muscles there. One then travels up further, opening my clenched hand and brushing against the skin of my palm. I must have cut myself with my nails without realizing. He then trails them back down to cup my breasts. It’s like he can’t stop touching me, like he wants to map every inch of my skin.

I hear the rustle of fabric as Cain undoes his pants, the sound sending another wave of anticipation through me. I can sense him watching me, his gaze burning with an intensity that makes my skin prickle.

“Open your eyes, little shadow,” Cain commands softly.

I obey, my eyes fluttering open to see Cain’s cock, hard and ready. He strokes it slowly, and the glint of neon reflected on metal has my breath catching. I’ve never been with anyone with a piercing before, let alone enough to look like the ornaments on a Christmas tree all lined up in a row.

“Do you want this?” he asks, his voice a seductive purr. “Do you want to feel me inside you?”

“Yes,” I breathe, my eyes widening as I realize what I just said out loud. My body tenses up again as my nerves and anxiety start overwhelming me. Even without the piercings, his size would be a stretch.

I may go to the club and pretend to be my sister for a decent fuck here and there, but this is different. This isn’t a fleeting fuck, these two man want to own me, and I just gave them the green light.

Cain leans forward, his gloved thumb brushing against my clit again in a soothing circle. “You're going to want to relax a bit, sweetheart, or this will hurt,” he murmurs.

I try to focus on his touch, letting the pleasure distract me from the anxiety as he crawls between my legs. He positions himself at my entrance and then slowly, deliberately, begins to push inside me. The cold metal of the first piercing contrasts sharply with the heat of my body.

I clamp down on instinct, the feeling foreign and strange.

Abel’s fingers pinch my nipple hard, sending a sharp jolt of pain that quickly morphs into pleasure and forces me to relax. The combination of sensations is overwhelming.

Cain pauses, giving me a moment to adjust. His thumb continues to circle my clit, coaxing my body to relax. The discomfort slowly fades, replaced by a growing need for more.

“Just a bit more,” Cain whispers. “Get used to the feeling now, Hydessa, I won’t always be this gentle with you.”

He resumes his slow, deliberate push. I can feel my body stretching to accommodate him, each piercing creating a unique pressure that makes me gasp. Abel’s fingers massage my full breasts before he squeezes, amplifying the sensations coursing through me.

My breath hitches as Cain finally fills me completely. His hands grip my hips, adjusting our positions, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough that I know I will have bruises in the morning.

“You’re ours, Hydessa. Never forget that,” Cain murmurs, starting a slow rhythm, each thrust measured and deliberate.

Abel lets go of me and slides out from under my body, kneeling beside me on the bed as his brother continues to thrust into me. With one hand he takes a handful of my hair, gripping it hard so he can turn my face to where he’s using his other hand to pull his cock from the confines of his pants. He doesn’t have all the piercings Cain has, but he still has one, right through the head currently glistening with precum.

Pain sparks along my scalp as the leather glove pulls on strands of my hair and I jerk against the chains, whimpering.

“Now, let’s see how well you can please us both, little shadow,” Abel murmurs, his voice low. “Don’t bite or I’ll choke you with more than just my cock.”

When I don’t open my mouth fast enough Abel pulls sharply on my hair again, making me gasp. He takes advantage of my open mouth to shove himself all the way into it, the metal of his piercing hitting the back of my throat. I gag around him and he groans, the sound echoing through the room.

Cain also groans, his hips jerking and slapping against mine. “Yes, that’s it, she likes that,” he growls, his rhythm getting harder, faster. The feel of the piercings moving inside me feels incredible, I’ve never felt anything like it before.

Abel’s cock is thick and heavy against my tongue, the smoothness of his skin contrasting with the roughness of his glove as he grips my jaw with his other hand. He digs his fingers in until he has my jaw stretched wide for him. I taste the faint tang of salt and metal as I slide my tongue down his length, feeling him harden further in response.

I moan softly around him, the vibrations sending a visible shiver of pleasure through Abel’s body. He tilts his head back slightly, his grip on my hair tightening even more.

“Suck it,” he commands, his voice rough with desire. “Show us what a greedy little slut you are for our cocks.” Forcing my head to stay in place, he thrusts deeper into my mouth.

The neon glow of both their masks dances over every surface of the room. For the first fleeting moment I wonder what the hell I’m doing, I’ve once again allowed myself to be pulled into this situation. These men are killers, the knife they used to slice my skin open earlier was probably the same one that took the lives of the tourists. I can feel the remnants of doubt flicker through my mind and I’m suddenly no longer in sync with their actions as my body begins to go numb.

Cain lets go of one of my hips, using that hand to slap my breast hard. “Stop thinking, little shadow,” he commands.

His stinging slap reverberates through my body, snapping me out of my spiraling thoughts. My jaw flexes automatically and my teeth scrape against the tender flesh inside my mouth.

Abel gasps and he uses the tight grip he has on my hair to jerk my head back and off his cock. He brings a gloved hand to squeeze the head of himself to hold off his own climax, tilting his head at me. "Bad girl," he breathes huskily. "Are you trying to make me cum before I've felt you squeeze around me?"

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