Page 19 of Haunt

“Yeah.” Ravage laughs, his fingers digging into my thighs. “That’s absolutely the plan, princess.” He plunges two fingers into me without warning, groaning at the feeling of my pussy clenching down around him. “You’re still loose for me,” he purrs in approval. “I knew it was worth it to finger your pretty pussy earlier. God.” He scissors his fingers and pulls away, reaching up only to smear his fingers across my cheek. “She doesn’t even need me to prep her, Harrow. She’s begging for it.”

“Maybe for you.” Without warning, Harrow shoves me forward, forcing me onto my knees until Ravage can grab my hair to keep me on all fours. He moves behind me, and I hear the buckle of his belt clink as he undoes it and slides down his zipper again.

Remembering how intimidating he’d felt in my mouth, I whimper, glancing up at Ravage as if he has any intention of helping me out. “Don’t,” I murmur, trying to tug free. “Please, I?—”

“It’s a bit late for that.” Ravage’s voice is rough with excitement, and he undoes his own belt with hurried motions, able to do it with one hand as he settles back on his heels, thighs spread, to unzip his cargo pants as well. “Come here, gorgeous girl.” He’s barely freed his half-hard length as he drags my face down to him, not giving me a moment before he’s sliding his tip against my lower lip.

“Don’t be shy now. I might not be wearing the pretty boots like Harrow, but you can show me how much you love my cock anyway, can’t you?” His grip in my hair is tight, as his fingers scrape against my scalp.

I really don’t know what else to do, unless I want to bite him. But that definitely feels like it’ll get me murdered. Not to mention…I swallow hard, fighting the rise of anticipation in my body and the tinge of heat between my thighs.

Idefinitelyshouldn’t be into this. At all.

Opening my mouth, I lick at his tip, realizing he’s giving me the time to do what I want instead of shoving himself between my lips like Harrow had done. He shudders under my tongue, and boldly I lick a stripe up the underside of his cock to the sound of his moans.

But I’ve forgotten Harrow, somehow. At least until his hands find my hips, making me flinch, and he runs his hands down my thighs, then smooths them up over my ass.

“Relax.” I hear him murmur. “I’m not trying to hurt you, Noa.” He moves closer to my entrance every time his gloves stroke against me, teasing me and threatening me at the same time.

“Put it in your mouth, princess,” Ravage growls hoarsely. “I’m tired of you teasing me.” I do what he says, sinking down with his length against my tongue until he bumps the back of my throat.

Harrow takes that moment to slide two fingers into me, drawing a sound from my throat that must be good for Ravage, given how he curses under his breath.

“You were right, I suppose.” Harrow’s voice is so…uncaring. Just soblandas he remarks on my body. “Usually you rush things. I figured you were lying to me about her being ready to take us. But”—he adds another finger, ignoring my whine of protest—“you were right this time.”

“I’m always right—Fuck, princess. Your mouth feels so good.” He thrusts up against my lips. “Can you take more for me, sweetheart?”

“She can take all of you.” Harrow’s fingers are suddenly gone, and I can’t help the whimper of frustration that sounds too loudly in the space between us. Kindly, they don’t remark on it. I can feel Harrow shifting on the bed behind me, his hands coming up to stroke my hips again. “Just relax for me. Like I said, little girl, I’m not trying to hurt you.” I feel the brush of himagainst me, and it’s torture that I can’t see him as he slides his cock between my folds.

“Is she wet for you?”

“Oh, she’s very into this.” Harrow teases me with his tip, barely entering me before he once again just slides his cock between my parted thighs. “Relax,” he murmurs again, stroking his fingers down my spine. “Don’t want you tensing up or biting Ravage. I don’t think he’ll like that.” His hand splays against my lower back, holding me in place, and he presses into me, his cock stretching my walls and sinking deep into my body without stopping.

He’s so big that it gets uncomfortable quickly. But even when I whine in protest, he doesn’t stop. The only time he does go still is when he’s buried as deep as he can go inside of me, his hips pressed flush against the backs of my thighs.

Ravage’s hand flexes in my hair. “Does her pussy feel as good as I’m dreaming it does?” he asks, moving my head however he wants. It’s just as embarrassing as everything else, to have him fucking himself with my mouth and justusingme like this.

It really shouldn’t be so hot. I definitely shouldn’t be into this at all, and it’s hard to focus on the burn of discomfort when the feeling of being full is sosatisfying.

Sex has never been like this for me before. But then again, I’ve never been fucked by two murderers on a filthy mattress in a warehouse before. Maybe this is just my kink.

A veryproblematickink.

“Better.” Harrow pulls back to thrust into me hard, dragging a yelp from my throat. “She’s so greedy for me. Whenever I pull out…” He does it again as if illustrating his point, before slamming back into me. “She clenches down around me.Greedy.” But he says it like praise, holding me in place with his hand on my back while he fucks me.

It’s hard to focus on just that, however. Especially when Ravage gets more insistent, dragging me up and down by my hair and making me choke on his cock. “Good girl,” he praises, his voice breathy. “Mmm, that’s such a good girl. You’re just such a perfect play toy for us, aren’t you, princess?”

I can’t answer, but I doubt that he really wants me to. The two of them talk over me, my brain fogging up a little bit at the dual stimulation of being fucked and having Ravage fucking my mouth. It’s a new feeling to feel this floaty during sex, or at all, and I can’t help it when I relax into both of them, something inside of me seeming to unwind as I start to enjoy it.

“There you go.” Harrow’s words are a growl of approval. “Look at you being so good for us.”

“Fuck, I want to come in her pussy,” Ravage whines. “This is so unfair.”

Harrow’s soft laugh meets my ears, but I’m barely listening to their words. They banter back and forth, until suddenly I’m jerked upward to my knees, my lips parted as I register the absence of Ravage’s cock.

Harrow sits up as well, his cock slipping free from me, and turns me to face him. “Oh…” His eyes narrow behind his mask. “Well, well. Look at you, Noa.”

Ravage rests his head on my shoulder, tilting his chin questioningly.

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