Page 27 of Cruel Knots

Damien isn’t an uncommon name, my mind debates. Besides, Damien and his brothers are dead. If they weren’t, they’d have found a way to come back to me.

The man before me inserts another finger, stretching me. “You’re so fucking ready for me,” he says in a deep, husky voice. “Even though I repulse you, your pussy is hungry for my cock.

A strange noise escapes me as his thumb presses onto my clit as he pumps his fingers in and out of me. The friction between his digits and my tight walls sent ripples of current through my body.

The dark basement had felt cold before. I’m almost naked now but captured between the men, I feel quite hot. My body’s hunger wants me to forget about everything and enjoy the feel of Damien’s pumping fingers but the sharp blade against my throat keeps me hyperaware of my vulnerability.

“You’re doing great, Damien,” says the lean alpha. “She’s struggling not to shiver. Unravel her. Show her that you’re in control, that she can’t escape us tonight.”

“You’re being quite the proud coach, Mikhail,” says the man before me.

My eyes fly open, forcing me to stare at the scars on his face while he wrenches out shivers of pleasure from my body. “Did you just say Mikhail?” I ask through the gasps escaping me.

“Are you starting to remember us, Princess?” he asks with an expression that makes the scars on his face bunch up, turning him uglier.

Damien’s fingers curve inside me, hitting a particular spot that sends pulses of pleasure zinging through me. A loud moan escapes me as my head falls backward.

My throat would have a deep, bleeding gash if the knife hadn’t been moved away in time. Whoever these people are, they don’t intend to kill me. They just want to use and abuse my body.

“Please, don’t stop,” I whimper shamelessly as heavy throbs pulsate from deep inside my core.

Are these men truly my lost friends? It’s been several years since I last saw them. Time must’ve altered their features but won’t I be able to recognize them?

The dark surroundings don’t help much. Damien’s face is so heavily scarred, there’s no resemblance between him and the handsome young alpha I’d fallen in love with.

A sudden cry is wrenched out of my lips as my inner muscles tighten impossibly. My body thrashes against the men holding me captive, driving away all thoughts of the boys who’d once captured my heart.

I don’t care who these men are anymore. I just want them to keep touching me in every possible way. It’s the only thing that transforms the unbearable pain into delicious, ecstatic pleasure!

“You can come, Princess,” Damien says in a deep, rough voice that reverberates through me. “I know you want to.”

“Come...where?” I say through a gasp as my pleasure spikes.

A chuckle escapes Mikhail. “I don’t think she has any idea about what you’re saying, Bruh. Maybe she’s never had a man touch her so intimately before.

“Do you believe that?” Damien growls, nearly squishing the sensitive nub.

The sensations scattering across my body make me nearly pass out.

“Is this your first heat?” Mikhail asks, twisting a nipple.

“Y—yes,” I moan.

“Fuck me,” Damien grunts. “She’s squeezing me so hard, I can barely get my fingers out of her.” Letting out a sigh, he moves a stray strand of hair from my sweaty forehead. The gesture is unnaturally kind. “Let go, Lucia,” he says in an almost gentle tone. “Don’t hold onto yourself so tightly. If you’re worried about Leon, he’ll take the knife away.”

Leon? I glance at the guy beside me. His face remains covered in shadows but I glimpse a wolf tattoo on his neck.

This can’t be a coincidence, can it?

Damien, Mikhail, and Leon...how can they have the same names as my friends?

Wet, squelching sounds erupt in the still, quiet basement as Damien continues plunging his fingers inside me. My head thrashes against Mikhail’s chest, my back arching as I greedily thrust my hips against the heel of Damien’s hand.

A cry escapes me as every muscle in my body coils tightly. An explosion seems to rock through me before I’m thrown off the edge of a precipice.

Pleasure, like I’ve never felt before, rips out of me. Moans, mingled with whimpers, escape me as my body shudders and shivers against the three men.

It’s a while before the haze of my climax fades away, making me aware of the eyes on me.

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