Page 61 of Eden's Deliverance

How can I walk away when the man behind me is running his tongue from my neck to my ear, electrifying my skin? How can I walk away when the man in front of me is devouring my lips, our moans harmonizing in the most beautiful way?

All I can muster is a nod, eager to keep our lips locked so I don’t have to feel responsible for letting them play me again.

Is it really my decision if I don’t speak it aloud?

Casanova’s instant smile breaks our contact, and when he whispers, “That’s our good girl,” the white flag of surrender waves frantically. “Why don’t we show our friend how well you can take his cock, hm? Fuck, you look so beautiful tonight. It’ll be a shame to ruin that pretty dress.”

Broody is a lot lessbroodynow, slipping from behind me to take his place on the edge of the bed. The sound of his zipper opening makes me shiver, but Casanova gives my cheek a soothing stroke of encouragement before nudging me into action.

Without the two of them blocking my vision, I examine the room they brought me to. We seem to be in the master bedroom, but it’s too dark in here to see the entirety of it. The only source of light comes from LED strips lining the top trim of the walls, casting a sultry glow of red and purple.

The bed is massive, clearly fitted to host an orgy. I wonder how they claimed this room before anyone else could, though. Did they get here early and block people from entering?

Not that it matters anyway. It’s ours now.

Broody sits there, leaning back on one arm while sliding his other hand up and down his shaft, getting worked up for me. He eyes me curiously as I lift my dress and kneel between his knees, shifting uncomfortably as I try to steady myself on the ground.

I’mhesitant to touch him. We may have shared something private on my birthday, but he’s the one who broke into my dad’s house—something that apparently wasn’t discussed and agreed upon.

Now, I want nothing more than to hurt him back.

I don’t realize I’ve been absentmindedly tearing a hole into my dress until a hand covers mine with a tight squeeze. “Don’t even think about it. You agreed to play, so be nice.” Casanova’s voice is stern in my ear, and when I glance over my shoulder, I catch him kneeling on the floor beside me.

Like a good dog on a leash, I heel.For now.

Broody waits for me to fist his cock before leaning back on both hands, obviously apprehensive after witnessing my scolding. HethinksI’m going to hurt him, and that’s good enough for me.

I still might.

I lean forward to pull him into my mouth, sucking and hollowing my cheeks to apply pressure as I sink down further. Carefully, I uncurl my lips and scrape my teeth against him when I pull back.

He jumps back and responds with a sharp hiss, “I’m not going to put up with your bratty shit like he does, I’ll tell you that right now. Keep fucking pushing me, Ruby, and I’ll rip every one of your goddamn teeth out.”

Casanova grabs me so roughly around the nape of my neck that I wail in pain. “Do I need to find another way to make you behave?” he asks. When I shake my head vigorously, he lets out a pleased hum, swiping a few strands of hair away from my face. “Good, then open up or I’ll get the gag. That’s it, just like before.”

I’m doing my best to open my throat and breathe through my nose like he taught me, but I start to panic when his hand presses down on the back of my head.

I’m seriously going to die by dick.

He’s choking me on Broody’s cock, forcing me down until it lodges in the back of my throat. The lack of air has me fighting for my life. I push on his thighsto lift myself off, but Broody grabs my wrists and yanks backwards, using my arms to keep himself suspended.

Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, Casanova lets go of my head and allows me a gasp of air. Even then, Broody has me stretched so far forward, his cock barely leaves my lips before I’m falling back onto it.

To avoid further punishment, I use my tongue to caress his shaft when I take him in, abandoning my malice. He seems to like it this time, and though I’m not happy about him winning, I’m still on a mission to find his weakness. I need to find that thing that will make him bend—aside from his blatant jealousy issues—and maybe it’s here in the tip of his dick like it is for his friend.

When I give extra attention to the frenulum, he moans so seductively, I have to stop my pride from flaring up, else I’ll fall right into his trap again.

“Fuuuck. Did you teach her this shit?” He rewards my handiwork by stroking his fingers lightly across my skin in appreciation, easing up the tension on my arms.

Casanova chuckles, clearly reminiscing about our own time together when I did this for him. “Nope. Little minx does it all on her own.”

Immediately, Broody’s nails dig crescents into my wrist where he was caressing me only moments ago. Apparently, the idea of me having some sexual experience outside of their torture room is just too much for this caveman to handle.

I’ve just about had it with this guy now. In retaliation, I bite the head of his cock when I come up for air, no longer giving a shit what they do to me.

As long as I make my point.

“God damnit! You fucking bitch, I swear—” Shoving me backwards, he forces me to the floor and climbs on top with a hand wrapped around my throat. His other hand pushes through my lips, where he curls his fingers around my bottom teeth and yanks on them—just like he threatened to.

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