Page 56 of Hide Me Darling

One of Cain’s hands travels up to wrap around my throat as the other moves down to cup my pussy, the fingers pressing firmly into my skin. I gasp, the ache inside me worsening with each caress.

“I told you last night, I won’t always be gentle. This is one of those times that I’m going to hurt you, darling girl.”

I open my mouth to respond but he proves his point by slapping my pussy. Hard. A cry escapes me as my legs almost buckle, my clit now pulsing with the beat of my racing heart. He shoves two of his gloved fingers inside of me, my own arousal making it easier for him as he grinds the palm of his hand against my clit. I whimper as my whole body trembles, pleasure swirling inside of me like a violent storm.

“And you’re going to take everything I give you like my dirty little cock slut, aren’t you?” he growls. My body burns for more. it wants his touch, those dirty low whispers, and his deliciously pierced cock.

I don’t understand how my body can respond the way it is to a man I hardly know from Adam. Hell, I don’t even know his real name. And yet, all I want to do at this moment is beg him harder to use me like he wants.

Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined I would be watching myself get finger fucked by a masked killer, inside of a carnival maze of mirrors, and be wanting to beg for him to hurt me more. Because it feels good, the pain feels so damn good.

Quick fucks at the club were never like this. None of them ever trapped my throat or made me feel totally dominated. None of them took my control away and made the shadows within me submit to something greater. But Cain and Abel, they do.

“Answer me, little shadow.” he snaps as he curls his fingers inside me and jerks up. I cry out as the move raises me to the tips of my toes. He grinds the heel of his palm harder into my clit and it's difficult to distinguish between the pleasure and pain it causes.

“Y-yes, p-please, I’ll be your dirty little slut,” I beg in a desperate whisper. I should be ashamed of myself for how needy I sound, how easily he’s made me beg for him.

I gasp as Cain’s grip tightens around my throat, cutting off my air supply for a moment before loosening just enough to let me breathe again. My head swims as the remnants of fear collide with the arousal inside me.

"That's right, little shadow," he purrs, his voice a dark promise. "Embrace that darkness inside you. You belong to me, Hydessa. You belong to me and my brother."

My heart pounds at the sound of my name on his lips, the way he says it, like I’m his obsession, like I’m his curse and salvation in one.

“Who do you belong to?” he demands, his voice vibrating through me.

"You," I breathe out, the word barely audible as it leaves my lips. "I belong to you."

Cain's grip tightens causing me to cry out.

"Louder," he commands, his voice dripping with authority. "Who do you belong to?"

"You," I repeat, louder this time, my voice trembling with a blend of fear and desire. "I belong to you."

His mask moves closer, a scent I swear I’ve smelled before surrounds me.

"And my brother?" he prompts, his voice softer, yet no less demanding.

"I belong to you both," I gasp as he starts pumping his fingers in and out of me. But the truth of those words settle over me as though the words themselves are embedded in my skin. "I belong to you both."

Cain's laugh is low and dark, filled with satisfaction. "Good girl," he murmurs. "That's exactly what I want to hear."

He releases my throat and pussy. My body slumps, my knees unsteady and almost giving out from the strain as his hands move on my body, leaving a path of tingling skin in its wake. He pushes on my back, bending me forward as the sound of his zipper echoes around us.

Cain positions himself behind me, his cock pressed against my entrance. "Beg for it,” he demands.

"Please," I moan, my body aching with the need to feel him inside me. "Please, Cain. Fuck me."

I’m lucky that he has me so worked up already, because with a single, brutal thrust, he buries himself inside me, filling me completely. Each piercing along the underside of his cock catches at my opening as he pushes into me and the pain that radiates from where we are joined tells me just how much it’s going to hurt the next day.

But right now, I couldn’t care less. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that leaves me gasping for breath. He doesn't give me a moment to adjust, his movements forceful and unrelenting as he takes me.

“Look at yourself,” he growls, his modulated voice rough with lust. “Look at how beautifully you take my cock.”

He wraps his hand in my hair again, yanking my head back and I force my eyes to focus on the reflections that surround us. I see from every angle as he fucks into me. My ass in the air, my back arched and my neck craning for him as his cock thrusts deep inside me. It’s both shocking and arousing. His red mask glows ominously, the red stitching of the smile seems to grow even wider when he withdraws his cock and thrusts into me again.

I cry out, my pussy tightening around him. "That's it, keep watching," he groans, his other hand grips my hip, fingers pressing in to the point that I wince. "Take it all, just like the good little slut you are."

I can hardly process his command, my mind clouded with lust as each thrust drives me closer to the edge, my body responding eagerly to his every touch. The mirrors around us reflect every moment of my submission, the sight of Cain's masked face, and my own expression of ecstasy.

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