Page 22 of Haunt

Braced on one arm, he holds onto my hip as he fucks me, his thrusts measured and harsh as he drives into me over and over, making me see stars almost every time. His hand leaves my hip after a minute or so, sliding between us so he can rub my clit with his thumb.

“Don’t!” I gasp suddenly, arching off the bed while staring wide-eyed at Ravage. It takes me a moment to register that his cargo pants are still undone, and he’s gently sliding his fingers up and down his cock.

“Why?” Harrow asks, not stopping. “You love it.”

“It’s too much.” I’m so on edge, so fucking ready to come, it feels like every single movement is about to throw me over the edge. As if his spanking me didn’t deter how much I’m into this, but pushed me further toward my release.

But that’s a self-introspective problem for another time. For now, I squirm against him, my hands coming up to grip the fabric of his shirt, bunching the material up against his shoulders. “There you go,” he urges, slamming into me with a growl. “You can hold on to me, Noa. Dig your nails in if you need to. You’re so perfect for me. And look how much he wants you.”

I open my eyes again, gaze fixed on Ravage as he starts to jerk himself off in earnest, even though I’m sure he’s still over-sensitive from coming not too long ago. But if that’s a problem for him, he doesn’t seem to mind.

Whimpers pour from my lips, louder and louder as Harrow fucks me. “I’m—” I take a breath and look up at him, twisting his shirt between my fingers. “Harrow, I’m?—”

“So come for me, my desperate, gorgeous girl,” he snarls in a rough voice. “Come on my cock like my good little girl. Myperfectlittle plaything. Come on. I won’t ask again…” His thumb moves faster, putting more pressure on my clit, and I can’t help feeling like his goading has a lot to do with the fact that I’m arching off the mattress into him, eyes closing hard as my orgasm rips through me.

Harrow fucks me through it, fucks me while my head spins and I drag in deep, panting breaths. He doesn’t stop, instead opting to hold me down with his other hand at the base of my throat so I can’t move away from him.

It quickly becomes too much. I sob out a plea, begging him to stop. But he’s deaf to my words until he’s forced me into another orgasm that’s on the edge of being painful.

“Please!” I sob, eyes open to meet his gaze. “Harrow, please! I can’t?—”

“Oh, I think you most certainly can if I tell you to. I want to feel that pussy clench around my cock one more time. You hear me, Noa?” His grip shifts, fingers tightening around my throat just like Rav’s had earlier. “You’re going to come for meonemore time.” His harsh, almost cruel thrusts and his fingers on my clit don’t leave me much of a choice. This time itdoeshurt, and I scream around my desperate release that’s torn from me, no matter how much I try to fight it.

My body aches, protesting, as Harrow slams into me one last time, snarling out a few curses and praises in quick succession as he trembles between my thighs.

“Good girl. Such a good girl for me.” He’s panting, his grip on my throat is trembling, as he throws his head back to ride out the rest of his orgasm. It takes me longer for my head to stop spinning, and I let out a too-needy whine when he slips free of me, dropping my leg to the bed so I can relax against the old blanket.

“I’m happy you fucked up,” Harrow admits, sitting back on his heels before getting to his feet. I roll over to my side to watch him as he strides past Ravage in his chair, hand coming out to stroke along his chest affectionately before he heads for a table in the corner. “Neither of us would’ve had this kind of fun if you’d gone toGrim Descentlike you should’ve.”

I don’t reply, I can’t find the words to. I feel too spacey, too foggy, to do more than watch him as I try to drag my soul back down to my body where it belongs.

God, I’m already so sore.

When Harrow turns around, a cloth in his hand, a jolt of panic goes through me. I sit up, scooting back to the wall to press my back against it. As if having my back to a wall is going to help me whatsoever. “What are you doing?” I ask, toes curling against the mattress.

Ravage gets up as well, striding over to drop beside me. Before I can bolt, he wraps his arms around my shoulders, dragging me against his chest. “You’re okay,” he murmurs from behind his mask. “Don’t freak out, Noa. Everything is just howit’s supposed to be. You should’ve known we couldn’t let you walk out of here tonight.”

“N-no. But…” I look between them, pressing myself harder to the wall as Harrow comes back to sit on the mattress. “Please don’t,” I whisper, trying to pull away from Ravage. I yank on his arms, nails digging into his skin and causing him to hiss in discomfort.

“Consequences of our actions, precious girl,” Harrow reminds me, eyes dark behind his mask. “You came here tonight, where you were not invited. You didn’t leave when we gave you every chance and every reason to. Instead, you stayed. This is on you, not us.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” I whisper, shoving away from him and into Ravage’s chest. But Ravage only wraps his arms around me tightly, shushing me softly as he rocks me back and forth on the bed.

This time, the tears on my cheeks aren’t from pleasure or overstimulation. This time, I’m crying because Harrow is going to kill me. “Please don’t,” I beg again, wishing I knew the magic words to get me out of this. “I’ll?—”

“Your begging is wasted on me this time, gorgeous girl,” Harrow says, an apology in his words. “This is how tonight was always going to end.” He reaches out to tuck my hair behind my ear, and I sob in earnest, shrinking away from him as fear pounds through my veins in freezing waves.

I don’t want to die.

I don’t want to fucking die.

With Ravage shifting to pin my arms against my sides, there’s no way for me to fight either of them. And even though I try to hold my breath when Harrow presses the cloth over my mouth and nose, he’s much more patient than me.

Certainly patient enough to wait me out until my brain forces me to take a deep inhale that has my head spinning instantly. Then my eyes go up to his in a silent, desperate plea for mercy.

But he doesn’t comply. He’s not moved by it, and he only tilts his head to the side as my world goes dark. The animal skull mask is the last thing I get to see before consciousness leaves me fully and I’m slumped into Ravage’s hold as the world goes dark and empty.

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