Page 87 of Hide Me Darling

But he knows exactly what I need, and he's determined to give it to me. His pace quickens, his tongue working me with a precision that leaves me breathless. He thrusts two fingers inside me, curling them in just the right way to have me moaning like a porn star. My vision blurs as the pleasure builds, until finally, it crashes over me like a tidal wave.

I cry out, my back arching off the bed as the orgasm rips through me. My body trembles uncontrollably, every nerve ending on fire. He doesn’t bring me down gently, he just continues until I’m gasping as another smaller orgasm rolls over me. I start to wonder if gentleness is even possible for this man outside of the mask he portrays to the town.

He finally stands, releasing his hold on me as he opens his pants and shoves them down his legs, revealing his already hard cock. I’m trying to catch my breath as I watch his finely toned muscles bunch and shift with each movement of his body. All of him is a lethal weapon.

I don't know what comes over me, but I don't resist at all as he strips the clothes from my body, leaving only the knife on my thigh. His bare hands are warm but hard as he moves me exactly how he wants, the feeling of his calloused fingers make me weak in a way no one else has before. Until them.

He has the length of his body pressed against my back as I kneel on the bed before him, and his hand wraps around my throat, his lips brushing against my ear. “You were always destined for us, Dessa. Do you understand that now? You were always meant to be the partner to our darkness, just like we are the partners to yours. No one was ever going to satisfy you like us.”

I whimper as his fingers flex, digging in and making me arch back against him. His other hand trails down the side of my body, leaving a path of goosebumps in its wake before he grips my hip.

"Do you feel it, Dessa? Do you feel how perfectly we fit together?" he whispers, his voice a blend of lust and something deeper, something possessive. And hearing his voice, his real voice, does something within me.

I nod, unable to form words as I feel the heat of him pressing against me. My breath hitches, and I feel my body responding, a fresh wave of arousal washing over me.

He releases my hip, his hand sliding between us, his thumb parting my ass cheeks and pressing firmly against my entrance. I buck against him, but I can’t stop the moan from escaping me. "Now, your going to be a good fucking girl, and let me fuck you here while my brother fucks that needy pussy," he murmurs, his voice a dark caress.

I hadn’t even realized that Cain had entered the room. But the thought of them both inside me at the same time has my nipples hardening and my mind desperate to feel them both.

I’m going to die… Here lies the corpse of Hydessa Darling… killed by cock.

Chapter 43

Hydessa

Link doesn’t give me any time to protest, no time to even think as he pushes me forward until I'm on my hands and knees. He spreads my legs apart and I hear the cap of a bottle before cold liquid drips down and onto my overheated skin and between my ass cheeks. My breath catches as his fingers move against me, rubbing in slow circles before pressing harder against my back entrance.

I whimper as one pushes into me, gently moving in and out, spreading the lube. It’s intense, but I’m already relaxed because of the double orgasm his mouth just blew my mind with.

I sigh when he adds another, my heart racing at the sensation of his fingers moving and stretching me open while my mind is caught up in the pleasure he brings. No man has ever touched me here, and yet with him it feels natural.

All too soon he guides his cock to my tight hole, the metal piercing cold and hard as he grips my waist and pushes in slowly. The sensation of being filled by him, the way he stretches me, it’s overwhelming. Like I’m lost in a haze of pleasure and need, and all I can do is cling to sheets beneath my hands and give into every sensation he offers.

His movements are slow and deliberate at first, each thrust measured and controlled, but I can feel the tension in his body, the way he's holding back. The initial pain of the stretch gives way to pleasure and I press back against him, urging him to go harder, faster.

Link growls low in his throat, the sound sending shivers down my spine. His body blankets my back as he rolls his hips a little harder and faster.

I moan, one hand reaching back to ask him for more, but I don’t know what more he could give me. "You want it rough, little shadow?" he whispers against my ear, his voice a dark promise.

I nod, unable to speak, my body trembling with need. He doesn't need any more encouragement. He reaches around and grips my throat tightly as he starts to move faster, his thrusts hard and deep, driving me to the edge with each powerful stroke. The intensity of it, the raw, primal need, is unlike anything I've ever felt.

And then he stops.

I whimper when he releases my sore neck and moves us both while he stays buried inside me. He wraps his arms around me, lifting and rolling us over until I’m looking up into the bright neon red of Cain’s mask.

My heart slams against my ribcage, racing as the sinister color shines down on my body from where he is standing at the end of the bed. His gloved hand is wrapped around his hard cock as he spreads lube along the pierced length.

Link doesn’t move as Cain reaches out and runs his fingers through my wet pussy. He crawls onto the bed and presses his cock against my entrance, teasing me with just the tip. The anticipation is maddening, and I want to pull him forward, needing him inside me. He chuckles softly as I shift my hips, my thighs spreading wider and causing Link to go deeper.

“So eager,” Cain murmurs.

“She needs you too brother,” Link says. “You should feel how hard she’s clamping down on my cock right now.”

He rolls his hips under me, causing me to let out a gasp and a whine. I need them both. Now.

Instead of pushing forward, Cain pulls the knife from where it's strapped to my thigh. My breath stutters as I reach out to stop whatever he intends, but Link grabs both of my arms, pulling them up until my back arches and I’m whimpering at the pain.

Cain chuckles, his echoing voice low and dark as he taps the flat of the blade against the flesh of my breast, returning my focus to him. I shiver as the cold metal touches my skin, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from my body.

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