Page 56 of Ghosts of Halloween

I moan, my hurting buttocks on fire as he goes back to stroking them roughly. My brain is slow now, overwhelmed by everything I feel, so it takes me a moment to understand him.

“You… You’ve got it backwards,” I say, breathing hard as Caden takes his boot off my nape and sits down by my side, burying his hand in my hair, fingers splayed wide over the back of my head. He presses the heel of his palm into my nape, keeping me in place, and I shiver from how good it feels. Then he grabs my wrists with his other hand, keeping me in position while Silas has both hands free.

I am tamed. Completely at their mercy.

“Do I?” Silas says, smacking me again, not as hard this time.

Still, I yelp. My skin is so tender, even the lightest touch makes me jerk.

“Do you really want to come, angel? Or would you rather not? Should I make it hurt so bad, you’llget lost in it?”

I exhale in a rush, my stomach sinking. Truth is, I want both. But I only deserve the pain. And so I give in and obey so he doesn’t make good on his threat.

“I don’t know if I feel better,” I answer truthfully after a pause, giving him what he wants.

“Less suicidal, then?” he asks, both hands stroking up my buttocks while Caden’s fingers dig deliciously into my scalp.

I mull it over. “Maybe. I don’t know.”

Silas makes a thoughtful noise, pats my bottom roughly, making me gasp, and shifts to the side.

“Come here, Jack. Give me a hand.”

When Jack sits down by his side, I think Silas communicates something to him, but I don’t know what. He doesn’t speak, but a moment later, Jack pushes two fingers in my mouth, so deep I gag, and takes them out just as fast.

And then he’s behind me together with Silas, and…

“Fuck,” I moan, when he penetrates my ass with both fingers, wet with my spit. It burns, and I writhe helplessly, held down by Caden’s taming grip.

“Deep, to the knuckles.” Silas sounds breathless as he instructs Jack, and I whine, the sting unpleasant, yes, but also obscenely good. I’m still a bit slick from when Caden fucked me earlier, but probably not enough. If they decide to fuck my ass, it will hurt.

Good.

Jack pushes deep with a grunt, opening my body to him, and when his fingers are lodged deep, Silas smacks me again.

I cry out when a potent jolt goes through me, the impact jerking Jack’s fingers inside me, and the pain flares outward and up my lower back, followed by a hot, restless feeling. When it passes, and tremors run through my limbs, Jack pulls his fingers out, spreads me wide open, and spits. Thenhe shoves back in, and I bite the inside of my cheek enough to bleed, holding back my whimpers.

Silas hits me again. Another jarring impact spreads through my pelvis and lower back, and he does it again… and again… while Jack fucks me with his fingers. Even though I bite down so hard I’m afraid I’ll tear a piece of my cheek clean off, I can’t hold back my needy whimpers anymore.

God, but it hurts. It hurts so fuckinggood.I get lost in it, raising my hips on instinct, offering my cunt to them like a bitch in heat, begging with my body language for more.

There’s a moment of silence, after which Jack pulls his fingers out of me with a wet sound. My asshole undulates with the aftershocks of penetration, my muscles clenching and unclenching as if not ready to let go.

“Bring it here.” Silas’s voice vibrates with something dark, and I twitch while his fingers draw gentle patterns in my hurting flesh. I’m exposed, humiliated, completely at their mercy, stinging prickles exploding under his touch. But suddenly, as if someone flicked a switch, I can breathe. Where before, the dark, oozing guilt clung to my ribs and pressed at my lungs, there is nothing.

I’m light inside, free, and I wish he’d give me more.

I’m terrified it will come back if they stop.

“Silas,” I say, urging him, because this, now, is too little.

“You wanted this knife so badly, didn’t you, angel?” he says, hands sliding off me when Jack returns, breathing hard, and kneels at my side.

“Wh-what knife?”

“This knife.” Jack shoves it in front of my face, but before I can do anything about it, even begin to struggle so I can get it, he whisks it away. “The handle is thick and hard, princess. And since you want it so much, you’ll get it.”

I open my mouth, utterly confused, but then something cold and hard presses to my rim, andI know.

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