Page 25 of Theirs to Chase

Eros’s front meets my back as he leans forward, and I feel him tense even more, a loud moan escaping. His control snaps, as if scissors have cut through it, losing himself to whatever pleasure Zack is giving him. I lift my head to look back, catching sight of Zack slowly sinking into Eros.

“Breathe,” Zack whispers soothingly, while Eros’s breathing turns ragged, taking in the sensation of being filled. Eros adjuststo Zack’s size, moaning as they both move in sync—Eros fucking me while Zack fucks him.

His thrusts grow deeper and more desperate, fighting the pleasure overtaking him while I’m seeking my own. Waves of ecstasy roll through me, feeling utterly spent as an orgasm builds. We’re a train of pleasure, intertwined, and I can’t take it anymore as my breath hitches.

“F-fuck,” I stutter, lost in the depths of my desire as I come undone.

Their paces grow more erratic, skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. I can’t move, can’t do anything other than lay here and take it—them.

“Look at you, my good little puppet. Fucking her like you can’t control yourself,” Zack whispers, voice husky. “Do you enjoy this? Feel how deep our connection runs?”

“Y-yes, master,” he stutters, and my walls clench around his length.

“Good fucking boy. Trusting me to take you like this when I could ruin your life in a second. Don’t forget who you belong to,” he growls.

“You,” Eros whispers.

“That’s fucking right. You’re both mine.”

I arch my back, overwhelmed by the pleasure as Eros fucks me harder, desperately, making me whimper. The covers press against my clit, stimulating me, but it’s not enough. “I-I need more,” I beg.

“You sound so pretty when you beg for us,” Zack says, hand reaching over to trail over my arm possessively.

Eros moans as I clamp around him, practically strangling his cock as I wiggle my ass for thatmore. “P-please,” I beg, but I don’t know what I’m begging for.

These men are fucking deranged, but perhaps, so am I.

“Give her all you can, little puppet, while I claim you frombehind. I want to hear both of you scream.”

Eros’s hand clamps around my throat, making me lose the ability to breathe as he ruthlessly pounds into me. I gasp for air, my body clenching around him as another overwhelming orgasm rolls through me. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I teeter on the edge of a precipice, falling into bliss. Eros’s thrusts grow urgent and sloppy until I feel him release inside of me. We’re a moaning mess inside the darkened room, Zack’s groans filling the space as I feel him push inside Eros with reckless abandon, following suit as he too jumps over that edge.

I feel like I just died and went to heaven.

But then, another wave of fear slams over me as they both release me from the grip of the belts that held me captive. I’m too deep into this twisted shit to pull away; my soul craves them, yet my mind is paralyzed with terror. I scramble off the bed when I see Zack grabbing a sharp knife, cutting into his palm. A pool of blood gathers as he smears the blood over Eros’s torso. And Eros? He allows him.

“Such a pretty sight basked in my blood,” Zack murmurs.

I stare, mesmerized by their twisted minds, grappling with the surreal horror unfolding before me. That’s when I look away, toward the corner of the room where I see a human-sized figure laying in the shadows. Nausea rolls through me, a visceral reaction.

I swallow hard, my gaze flicking between both men as their heads turn to me simultaneously. But my gaze is drawn back to the doll in the corner—a man I recognize from the news. Another murderer escaping jail, who long since vanished, and the case was shut down. I know, because I wrote an article about him a few years ago.

“Oh, him?” Zack chuckles darkly as he sees where I’m looking. “That’s just a commoner who deserved what came to him.”

“I know who he is,” I snap, realizing my mistake too late as hisdark eyes narrow in on me. I bite my lip, feeling the weight of his gaze roving over my frame.

It’s obvious they killed him and transformed him into a twisted doll, too. My face pales with the realization of what that means.

I’m going to be their next victim.

As if reading my thoughts, Zack leans in closer, his voice sinister. “It’s easier than you think to preserve a body. Remove everything that makes them human, add a texture to their skin that feels almost plastic, and rid them of any trace of rot. Perfect dolls.”

“I don’t want to know,” I retort, my voice trembling.

Panic surges within me, my breath instantly quickening, and my heart races so loudly it’s a wonder they can’t hear the beat. I dart a glance at the door, my body going into run-or-fight mode.

In an instant, I make a hasty decision, bolting for the door and throwing it open with a force that reverberates through the stillness of the room. I don’t know where I’m going—all I know is that I need to get as far away from them as possible, before they kill me and turn me into one of those dolls.

“You can’t run from us!” Eros’s voice booms from behind, while Zack sneers, “There’s no way out—no way to hide.”

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