Page 19 of Things Get Dark

A little whine whimpers through my lips as I watch him stalk after her, my hand cupping my cock, and I can’t wait for the show to begin. I hear the other two chuckle; it echoes around us as the three of us follow behind. We are not brothers by blood, but through hardship, pain, blood and chaos. We were neighbours first, friends soon after, but through time we became so much more. As brothers, we share in everything, and that includes each other.

And her.

A shriek lets out, and we move as one to find our prey. We round a corner to see Abel lifting a wide-eyed little mouse out of what she must have thought was a decent hiding space, throwing her over his shoulder with ease. Nowhere is safe from us. Her fists pound on Abel’s back; weak blows that won't bruise.

Without hesitation he carries her flailing body to a single ray of light, dropping her down inside the halo. A clear panelledwindow in the tent, and on a cloudless night like tonight, it lets in the moonlight, a perfect spotlight for the show.

Up on hands and knees, she begins to crawl. I know that Rowe is probably enjoying the swaying of her hips as she becomes frantic in her attempt to escape, only to be pulled backward. She squeals, and Abel does nothing to stop her as he twists her onto her back, sitting astride her legs, gripping her wrists together in his large palm, holding them above her head.

Abel is a creature of habit, though his reasoning is actually rather sweet. He wants their consent, wants to know this choice is the right one, to know that we won’t be separated.

His fingers roam her body, and I follow his palm with eager eyes searching for signs, as his fingers circle hardened nipples above her clothes and delve lower. Her skirt hugs her rounded hips, longer than I’d expect, but it suits her figure.

Amused, I watch as her eyes widen, catching sight of his straining erection behind his jeans as he shifts forwards, to wriggle her skirt up to her waist. From the look on his smug features, her catching sight of what is to come isn’t accidental.

Whimpers filter into the air as she tries to cross her legs despite Abel’s much larger body straddling them. It’s a futile attempt, we have all seen the small lace underwear, patch of dampness clear even in the moonlight. Her face flushes, her eyes screwing shut in shame at being caught so vulnerable; she looks so beautiful like this.

We should splay her open for the world to see. I suspect that Rowe is thinking the same.

Her eyes fly open, catching hold of mine, and her breath hitches, the redness tinting her pretty face deepening as she comes to the realisation she is being watched by more than just the man astride her. I bite my lip, letting it split open until I taste the coppery salvation. I won’t be able to play with her like that. But I wonder if she’ll indulge in splitting my skin open. Addinganother stitch to my collection, the thought alone gives me a satisfied shudder.

Chapter Six

Rowe

Abel tilts his headin silent request and Sergio obliges, stepping forward into the light to hand over his switchblade. The girl doesn’t spot the blade at first, too focused on the man. Sergio’s body is a work of art, almost every inch of him covered in detailed beauty. Thorned roses are the most obvious, cresting and curling around his neck, sinking lower beneath his black tee. On his face are the delicate line work of symbols and words, each that holds meaning. The man is the best damn canvas I have.

The switchblade flicks open catching her attention; her lips part, and a garbled noise of fear hiccups from her as she fruitlessly struggles. I smirk, enjoying her attempts, it’s cute. We’re not going to hurt her though, not unless she begs us to. I really hope she does.

Wordlessly, Sergio is on his knees at her head, taking her wrists from Abel, giving him more movement in his task. A show I will no doubt enjoy, after all I am somewhat a voyeur, though I do prefer to watch when I have absolute control. Perhaps later.

With deliberate movements, Abel slowly cuts away her knickers, brushing the blunt side of the knife against her sex, leaving her squirming. He brings the destroyed remains to his nose, inhaling her scent, before putting them in his back pocket along with the borrowed knife. I shake my head as he grins over at Kai.

Abel lifts one leg, moving one of hers so he is only straddling one of her legs and begins to push at the other. The girl wriggles, trying to stop him, but it’s too late, her glistening cunt is exposed to us. I gaze at her like a man dying of thirst, and I want to demand that Abel ignore his goddamn rules. He needs to thrust his tongue inside her pussy now, but I know his stubborn arse won’t.

As I expected, he starts slowly, parting her folds and easily finding her clit. Torturously slow, he moves his fingers, not gaining momentum until she moans softly. Her reward, a quicker pace and fingers grazing her entrance.

She bites her lip, and Sergio puts both her wrists into one of his sturdy hands to remove her lip from between her teeth. We want to hear every noise this girl makes. Skimming his hand down her body, he squeezes her nipple through her clothing making her cry out.

With each cry, she is rewarded by more until Abel’s fingers deftly move within her, his thumb dragging across her clit as Sergio teases and caresses her breasts. Transfixed, I watch as her body becomes a cacophony of confusion. Whimpers of begging, though she wriggles to escape; equally her body pushes itself further into their touch. It is beautiful to watch. Her breath pants out and her eyes close as her body writhes.

Abel removes his digits from her, placing the damp fingers to her cheek, moving her face to look at him. Her lids fall open and he smirks at her dilated pupils. She had been so close to the edge, and he had known it. Sergio’s hand still wrapped aroundher wrists tightens slightly as he shuffles her body higher up his, so she can see things more clearly than just in her lust filled fog.

If she wants to get out. The time is now.

“Tell me to stop, Lexi, tell me no.” Her name a reassurance from Abel’s lips. It’s the first time I have heard her name, and as I tilt my head in interest, I think it rather suits her. “But this is the last no you’ll get tonight, little mouse. After this, you’ll have to play, we’ll push you to your limits, hunt you, fuck you, maybe even hurt you.” His words are just above a whisper, but we hear them clearly despite her moan.

“Please.” Here comes the begging.

She’s perfect.

Chapter Seven

Sergio

I’m fascinated by thiscreature as her body shifts and moves against me, trying desperately to regain the pleasure she has been denied. My cock aches, straining against the fabric of my sweats. As I watch her writhe, I clench my free hand into a fist, keeping myself from stroking fingers down her delicate skin and denying her further.

“Please, I want this, I won’t say no.” Her words are breathy, needy. Abel smirks at me as he releases her face, and I roll my eyes knowing what he wants; her last get out clause. A safe word.

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