Page 88 of Hide Me Darling

"Such a needy little cock slut," Cain murmurs. He presses the tip of the knife just hard enough to leave a mark but not break the skin, tracing a slow, deliberate path across my ribs. My pulse races as he continues down my stomach, the flat edge leaving a line of goosebumps in its wake. Link's grip on my wrists is firm, holding me in place as Cain toys with me.

When the blade pauses just above my pussy, he begins pressing lightly against my skin, not hard enough to cut, but enough to remind me of the danger of its presence. My breath catches in my throat, every nerve in my body on high alert.

"Do you trust us?" he asks, his distorted voice feeling so different to Links. .

I nod, swallowing hard. "Yes," I whisper, trembling with anticipation.

With one swift motion, he flips the knife, the handle now pressing against my clit. The unexpected pressure makes me gasp, my hips jerking involuntarily. Cain chuckles, clearly pleased with my reaction.

"Good girl," he says, sliding the handle along my folds, sending shivers through me. His other hand grasps my thigh, holding me open.

Link’s grip on my arms tightens, his body a solid weight behind me, his cock still buried deep inside.

Finally, Cain pushes the handle of the knife inside me, the hard unyielding metal sending an electric shock of sensation through my body. I cry out from the sensation especially when he tilts it just right that it presses into my g-spot.

“Yes,” I nearly scream. “Right there.”

Link rewards me with a kiss to my cheek as he whispers, “Don’t you worry, Dessa. We are going to give you everything.”

Cain's movements are deliberate and controlled as he thrusts the handle in and out. My body quivers with every motion. He doesn't let up even when waves of pleasure cause my moans to grow louder as the intensity builds.

Just when I’m on the edge, he pulls the handle out of me. Leaning forward he holds it up to my mouth and my eyes widen.

“Open,” he commands, making my heart skip a beat. I comply immediately and he shoves the handle into my mouth. “Bite down, little shadow. And be careful, you wouldn’t want it to fall and stab anything vital.” I shudder at the taste of myself as my teeth bite into the handle of the knife before he lets it go.

He repositions himself at my entrance and pushes forward slowly, each of his piercings catching as he fills me inch by inch. The sensation of both of them inside me is overwhelming, the stretch and fullness almost too much to bear. I whimper loudly and my teeth clench as my eyes roll to the back of my head. My body trembles as they both start to move in sync, their thrusts deep and hard.

Link's grip on my arms adjusts as he pulls me back against his chest, his movements perfectly synchronized with Cain's relentless thrusts. The sensation of both of them inside me is a heady mix of pleasure and pain, the lust in the air building with each powerful stroke. My body trembles uncontrollably, caught between them.

Cain's dark laughter fills the room as I beg for more. "You like this, don't you? You like being our dirty little slut," he taunts, his voice a dark, seductive purr even when it’s distorted. "Being used by both of us."

I can only whimper in response, the pleasure too intense to form coherent words. My hips move of their own accord, pressing back against Link and thrusting forward to meet Cain, desperate for more.

Cain increases the pace, his movements becoming more forceful. They both push deeper, the cold metal of their piercings scraping against my sensitive walls with each thrust. My body arches, every nerve on fire as I teeter on the edge of release.

Cain's hand reaches up and twists one of my nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure directly to my clit. The sensation is like a live wire coursing through my body, and I cry out around the knife handle, my back arching even more.

His nails dig into the skin of my thigh as he pounds into me. The whole bed is shaking with their movements and I wouldn’t be surprised if it broke. Wouldn’t be surprised if they broke me too.

Link's mouth finds my ear, his teeth scrape over it before doing the same to my neck. “Do you like the way my brother fucks you? Do you like being full with both of us?”

“More,” I beg, needing them to give me what I want, what I crave just as much as I know they do. Every thrust from them is perfectly synchronized, filling me completely, the sensation a delicious torment that makes it almost impossible to breathe.

Cain's grip on my nipple tightens, then he draws circles around the stiff peak before flicking it. I can actually feel myself clamping around them when the pain registers.. "You're such a good little whore, taking us so well."

Link's hand moves from my wrists to my throat, his grip possessive and unyielding. "Do you feel that, Dessa? How every part of you belongs to us? You’re ours," he growls, his breath hot against my ear. "And now, you're going to come for us."

I think they thought I would go after the knife in my mouth first. But I could always handle a knife. My hand snaps out and rips the mask away from Cain’s face.

I’m sure he could have stopped me if he really wanted to, but he doesn’t. And if anything, the intensity of his thrusts become more brutal, more primal. He pulls the knife from my mouth, the blade making contact with my breast more solidly this time. Pain flashes through my body like lightning as Link’s hands tighten around my throat, cutting off my air.

My eyes widen for a brief moment before they roll back as pleasure overwhelms my senses. The intensity of their combined movements, the way they claim me so completely, is too much. I shatter around them, my orgasm ripping through me with a force that leaves me breathless and boneless.

His voice cuts through the haze of pleasure, low and commanding. "Look at me, little shadow," he growls. My eyes, heavy-lidded and unfocused, manage to lock onto his. "You're ours," he continues, each word punctuated by a deep thrust. "Every. Single. Inch."

I try to cry out, his name on my lips, but Link releases my throat the same moment he buries his teeth into my neck. Air rushing in as my body spasms, another orgasm ripping through me. But then my cries are being swallowed by a mouth pressed to mine. My body clenches around them and I feel the moment they both cum, their deep groans echoing around the room and making my whole body throb in time with my beating pulse until I'm a quivering, broken mess between them.

I feel like I’m floating as they both gently withdraw from my body. Then I’m being lifted into solid muscular arms. I shiver when I feel the cold marble under my ass and finally manage to focus again. My breath hitches but he simply slides his hand along my jaw, gripping it before brushing his lips against mine again.

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