Page 104 of Carnival Mayhem

I struggle against Colt, my body humming with adrenaline as I try to break free.

“Stop fighting me,” he growls, his hips grinding against mine. “You want this.”

“Fuck off,” I snarl, my hands balling into fists. I swing, my fist connecting with his jaw.

Colt grunts, but he doesn’t let go. His lips find my pulse point, sucking and biting as he explores my neck, making my skin sing with sensation.

I try to shove him away, but it’s like pushing against a wall. Colt’s stronger than me, and when he wants something, he’s relentless.

“Please,” I manage to get out. “Don’t.”

Colt rips my shorts off and then tears apart my leotard entirely, leaving me completely exposed. His hand wraps around my hard cock, stroking. “So hard,” he growls in my ear. “Does me chasing you make you hard? Bet you were imagining me tearing apart your ass once I caught you.”

I grapple with Colt, fighting against his hold. My chest heaves with exertion, and I grunt, attempting to shove him away. But his grip is like steel, his eyes glittering with fierce determination.

My words fail me as he pins me against the tree, his mouth descending on mine, his tongue demanding entry. I twist my head to the side, evading his hungry kiss.

“Let me go,” I snarl, struggling in earnest now. Something about his dominant nature sparks my defiance, and I can’t submit so easily. Not this time.

Colt grins, the icy blue of his eyes darkening with lust. “I don’t think so.” His hands move swiftly, and before I know it, my wrists are bound together with the thick rope he pulls from his back pocket. The rough fibers bite into my skin as he secures my hands in front of me.

“Let me go, damn it!” I strain against the bonds.

My rational mind knows I’m trapped, but something deep within me refuses to yield.

“Ask me nicely to fill that pretty ass,” Colt challenges, his fingers stroking my aching erection. “Beg for it.”

His touch sends shocks through me, and I buck my hips. “Fuck you!” I spit. I am at Colt’s mercy, and I can’t stop thinking about his cock plunging into me, taking what he wants with force.

Colt smirks, enjoying my struggle. “No, I’m going to fuck you.”

He maneuvers me, his strong hands gripping my hips and positioning me on the forest floor on my back. I glare at him, my heart pounding.

“No,” I whisper, my throat tight. “Don’t.”

Flora appears above me, watching as I’m wrestled into submission by Colt. “Fuck his ass, Colt. Make him scream,” she demands.

My legs and hips are pushed up in the air. I’m completely at Colt’s mercy. He groans, lining himself up with my prepared hole, his eyes trailing over my balls and landing on my rock-hard dick. Fuck. The way he looks at me undoes me.

“Tell me you don’t want it.”

“I don’t,” I lie, my breath catching as I feel the head of his cock.

“Liar,” he growls, his eyes dark and intense as he slams forward. The burn elicits a strangled cry from me as he pushes deep, burying himself inside me in one smooth stroke.

“Fuck!” I scream, trying to adjust to the stretch, the burn, the sensation of being filled so suddenly. “Too much!”

Colt stills, his hands gripping my hips as he waits for me to relax around him. “Fuck, this ass is fucking tight.” Colt moves inside me, my back sliding against the rough grass.

Flora kneels beside me and wraps her hand around my pulsing cock, stroking. I can’t help but thrust my hips into Colt, lost in the slide of our bodies, the way he fills me. “You like that?”Flora’s sweet voice cuts through the night. “Do you like him taking that tight ass of yours?”

I want this—to be taken, possessed, and marked by them both—but something inside me, some remaining fragment of control, makes me resist.

I shake my head, not wanting to put this into words.

Flora’s giggle is light and wicked. “Bullshit. Your dick is so fucking hard.”

“Fuck off,” I grit out, even though I know she’s right.

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