Page 52 of Cry for Help

“Not a murderer.” I couldn’t look away.

“Well, you’re definitely sneaky.” Caim held out the bottle, offering it to me. “I noticed that someone had been in my room.”

“Laundry.” My voice was husky. It didn’t escape my notice that I was still dressed in a towel.

“Some of my toys were moved.”

I officially couldn’t speak. My cheeks burned, and I looked away, my eyes finding Malphas on the other side of the kitchen island.

“I’m not the only one she violated then.” Malphas joked, though his gaze was heated.

Caim’s brows disappeared into his hairline. “Oh? Do tell?”

Malphas licked his lips and stalked around the kitchen island, approaching us. “Let’s just say that our little pet caught me in a compromising position.”

“Can’t have been too compromising.” Caim quipped, “As I wasn’t behind you.”

Malphas rolled his eyes.

I knew what they were doing. Trying to distract me from our heavy conversation. From exposing my past like a chest hugger bursting through my ribcage, splattering tragedy like human offal.

I wasn’t a stranger to sex.

But I’d been a teenager then.

“So,” Isaid, affecting a casual stance. “Which of you takes that huge thing I saw on Caim’s bed? I’m guessing Malphas?”

Malphas chuckled darkly. “I’ve seen that toy.”

“Is it to scale?” I looked down pointedly.

“A demon can be whatever shape they wish to be.” Malphas shrugged. “Would you like me to wear that shape, Maddie? Or would you prefer the plastic?”

I shuddered against my will.

“I’d like to watch her take both.” Caim chimed in. “Should I go get the toy?”

“Maybe we should see if she’s ready first?” Malphas arched a brow.

I was backed against the counter, unable to move as the two demons crowded me. Even so, I knew the moment they reached between my legs, they would find out I was soaked—and I didn’t have the energy to feel ashamed.

I wanted both of them. Together, one after the other, I didn’t care. The air was close, hot, and hard to breath, and they hadn’t even touched me yet.

I reached forward, gripping Malphas’s wrist. We both waited. He expected me to push him away, but I tugged him toward me. His hand slid under my towel. I was exposed. One tug of the fabric, and I would be naked in front of two demons.

Malphas claimed my lips the moment his fingers danced over my upper thigh, seeking my core. He brushed his index finger against my clit, and my whole body jerked. I felt Malphas smirk against my lips, uncharacteristically cocky. The towel unraveled and dropped to the floor. Suddenly, it didn’t matter that I was covered in my own dried blood, sweat, and tears. Nothing mattered but Malpha’s hand between my legs.

Caim brushed his thumb over his bottom lip, watching as Malphas fucked me with fingers, first one and then two inside of me. Plunging in as deep as they would go. The heel of his palm rocked against my clit as I writhed, pinned to the cabinet as Malphas leaned forward and kissed the seam of my jaw.

“Good girl.” Malphas purred. “Do you like being watched?”

My wetness echoed through the kitchen, making everything seem dirtier somehow. I locked my teeth, biting back a moan as a jolt of pleasure unwound from my core, building into what I knew would be an embarrassingly fast orgasm.

I still Malphas’s hand with my own. His fingers stopped, pressed inside me to the hilt. Silently, I shot him a hot look, pulling his hand from my pussy as I got to my knees. I reached for the waistband of his trousers, making quick work of the zipper. His cock strained against the fabric of his boxers, a wet patch where the head of his cock was desperate to break free. I brushed my hand over his front, and he jerked. Malphas shot me a wanton look, and my face heated as I pulled down his trousers and then his boxers. His cock sprang free, thick and angry, leaking precum like a beaded pearl. I wrapped my hand around his cock, but my fingers didn’t meet.

I imagined what he would feel like inside of me, pushed to the hilt.

My tongue darted out as I licked the precum from his slit before sucking the head into my mouth. I felt a hand on the back of my head, not to force me down, but resting there, feeling the movement as I began to suck him down deeper.

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