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His words send a shiver down my spine. I gasp as he tilts my head, forcing me to look down at what Cain is doing to me as he lifts at the back of my neck.

"You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Being used by us." Abel murmurs.

I whimper in response, the sensations overwhelming as Cain's piercings move inside me, every thrust driving me closer to the edge. Abel's hand relaxes, rubbing soothing circles on the sides of my neck as he strokes my cheek almost tenderly.

"Our perfect little fuck toy, I knew you would be, you were made for us," he murmurs, his voice filled with dark satisfaction.

Cain's thrusts become even more demanding, making me gasp and moan with each stroke. His free hand moves until he is once again circling my clit with his thumb. I can’t help the way they make me feel. It might be wrong, but maybe I’m just not right in the head. I want this and I want it with them, even if it’s just for a little while.

The sensation Cain is building with his thumb pushes me closer to the edge. Abel’s hand wraps around my throat again, applying enough pressure this time to make my head spin, my breath stuttering as I gasp.

The lack of air intensifies every sensation, my body reacting wildly to the deprivation. I can feel myself tightening around him. Cain's thrusts become more erratic, his thumb pressing down on my clit with a relentless pressure that has me wanting to cry with the need to come.

Abel's grip tightens, his fingers digging into my skin as he controls my breath, my pulse, my life, with such ease. It is intoxicating and yet, terrifying the amount of trust I am giving them. Somewhere in my mind something tells me that they may be killers, but they won’t kill me.

"You’re ours, every breath, every gasp, and every moan from now on belongs to us," Abel murmurs, his voice a dark, seductive whisper.

I can feel myself slipping, the edge of consciousness fraying as my body tenses in anticipation.

Just as I think I might pass out, Abel releases his grip slightly, allowing a gasp of air to fill my lungs. The rush of oxygen is like a jolt of electricity, sparking through me and sending me over the edge. My orgasm crashes over me in the same way I imagine lighting envelops a tree.

Cain’s hips slam into mine one last time, his own release tearing through him as he groans my name. The heat of his cum fills me, the sensation prolonging my own orgasm. I’m still trembling when Cain withdraws from me, making me whimper.

Abel wastes no time, unclipping the restraint on my arm closest to him. He rolls my body over, and my mind, still hazy with pleasure and exhaustion, barely registers what he’s doing until he has my ass raised in the air and me up on my knees.

His cock slams into my pussy with a brutal force, reigniting the pleasure that had momentarily faded. He sets an instantly punishing pace, tangling his hand in my hair to press my face against the bed, bending my back painfully.

I moan softly, the sound muffled by the sheets beneath me, he isn’t as thick as Cain is, but he is bigger. He fills me completely, the piercing on the end of his cock sending sparks of both pleasure and intense pain through me with each thrust as it punishes my g-spot.

His grip on my hair tightens, jerking my body up with a force that leaves me gasping. He continues to thrust into me while arching my body back as far as he can. I try to gain purchase with my free hand. The arm still secured to a cuff stretches out, the chain rattling. My other arm reaches back, trying to find something to grab ahold of, what I don’t expect to get my fingers on is the mask covering his face.

The neon green mask clatters to the ground but before I can do anything, Abel has his hand wrapped around my throat again, squeezing hard with a low growl.

The red glow of Cain’s mask is bright as he comes to kneel in front of me. “Give us one more, little shadow,” he demands, his hands reaching out to cup and squeeze my breasts, pulling on them as Abel continues to thrust into me.

I whimper, trying to shake my head but Abel’s grip doesn’t let me. “I can’t…” I manage to rasp out.

My body is dancing along the edge, but I can’t find a way to go over it no matter how much I want to. It’s like when I’m alone with myself and I just want to give up because I’m not getting there.

Abel cuts off my air almost completely, his hold tilting my head up. He is relentless, to the point that I see stars dancing along my darkened ceiling. For a moment, I wonder if I was wrong. Would they really kill me now that they have had their fun?

Teeth sink into the soft flesh of my breast and bite down hard, making my release rush towards me like a freight train. I gasp loudly when Abel loosens his grip, crying out in desperation. I’m so close, I can feel it.

“Yes, you can,” Cain growls, his fingers pinching hard at my nipples. The pain is sharp and intense, forcing the orgasm out of me as if he owned my pleasure.

Abel’s pace stutters while his hand simply tightens around my throat once again. Darkness edges my vision and I struggle to draw breath. My whole body feels as though it is throbbing in time with the rapid beat of my heart and it doesn’t take long for my vision to go completely black, my body and mind sliding peacefully into oblivion.

Chapter 21

Cain

Iwatch as her eyes flutter closed, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her release. The look of bliss on her face is enough to make me want another taste of her. Even though I just came, I can feel the desire building within me again. My brother's grip tightens momentarily before he begins to ease up.

“She’s out,” I say softly, noting the way her body goes limp. He slowly releases his grip on her throat, his fingers leaving marks that will no doubt linger for days. With a gentleness that belies the intensity of what just transpired, I put my hands under her arms and help lower her to the bed.

As I lay her down, I take a moment to admire her. The way she submitted to us, the way she surrendered so completely—it’s perfect. I can see her starting to unfold like the most beautiful flower, our very own nightbloom. Her breathing is shallow but steady, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that soothes something deep within me.

“I told you she was made for us,” he murmurs, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. He traces a finger down her cheek, watching as her lips part slightly in her sleep.

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