Page 165 of Hell and High Water

And fuck me, but Hell knows how to read my mind.

Relaxing her arms above her, she presses her knees into the mattress, spreading her legs. She rolls her neck, easing some of her tension right before she rolls her hips toward us meaningfully.

Evan bites his lip as I swallow hard.

She’s drenched, glistening arousal slicking her inner thighs, soaking into the sheets below her.

Has she been getting off on this the entire time? Knowing it was us, that she wasn’t really in danger even as we pushed her to the limit…

“Unbelievable,” Evan growls, reaching the same conclusion. With a grimace, he rips off her blindfold, revealing Hellena’s wide-eyed glare.

Challenging us.

Mocking us.

“You cocky little…” I trail off, reaching out and grabbing a handful of her hair. I yank her head back, leaning in to kiss her neck, biting down.

As I do, I pinch one of her sharp, pert nipples hard, making her moan into her gag.

No more training.

I need her. And it’s clear that she’s ready for us.

Evan joins me on the bed, taking her other side and going to work devouring her skin with his teeth and lips, like an animal uncaged. Hell reacts in kind, writhing to our rough touches as her moans grow more gravelly, deeper.

“No more meditation, Hell. No more silence. I want to make you scream,” Evan mutters breathlessly, slapping her ass with a resounding clap.

Every inch of her skin is glowing, slightly swollen from our torture.

So we take it upon ourselves to kiss every cut, licking her burning skin from her neck, down her chest, along her sides, down her legs. As much as we soothe, each of us inflicts just a bit more pain, biting, pinching, scraping with our nails.

Soon, Hellena’s spiraling, gyrating between us in ecstasy.

Her temper is still peaked, need and frustration evident in her movements. As we rise back up, sidling up to her, I press the underside of my bulging cock against her, grinding lightly. Evan matches my stroke, pressing her between us.

I can’t help the smile that tugs at my lips when she grunts loudly, impatiently.

Unlooping the gag, I jerk it down enough for her to speak. Instead, she nips at me, almost catching my lip.

“Untie me. Now,” she demands, not an ounce of a whine or whimper in her tone.

“I don’t think so. But we will let you down.” Evan follows through, dropping her to the bed and unhooking the rope.

Hellena rolls her shoulders, stretches out kinks in her back.

“Better?”

In response, she lunges at me, gripping the waistband of my boxers for purchase as she plunges her tongue into my mouth in a wild, passionate kiss. Every motion is pure desire, pure instinct.

Hellena is a fucking tigress unleashed.

When I reach for her bound hands to unlock her grip on me, she slaps my hands away, ripping the fabric down with a forceful jerk. All I can do is gasp in shock when she snatches my dick in both hands, squeezing and pulling me toward her.

Evan is back and behind her in a flash, his black silk briefs discarded as he grips Hellena around the middle, each of his hands finding a breast to squeeze. I nearly laugh at the look of surprise on Hell’s face as he presses his length against her from behind.

I’m reaching down in her moment of distraction, my fingers spreading her folds open to sample her soaked core. Her head drops back onto Evan’s shoulder as I tweak her clit, kiss her chest.

Evan’s slow, sensuous inhale takes her scent in as her hair cascades across his chest, and I can’t help doing the same, breathing her in.

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