Page 62 of Eden's Deliverance

“Alright, that’s enough.” Casanova pushes Broody off, then grabs me by the hair until I stumble to my feet. Pointing a finger in my face, he says, “Remember, we tried to do this the nice way. Take off your dress and sit on his lap.”

Trying to fight against his hold, I shove at his chest, but he springs right back to tear at the sleeve of my dress. Instinctively, I swing my arm and land a slap across his cheek, stopping him dead in his tracks.

His head remains frozen in place where the strike left him, but I can see the rage building on his facial features. His brow tightens, his nostrils twitch, and his jaw clenches shut.

Shit.

When his hand shifts slightly at his hip and I hear the familiar sound of his knife flicking open, I’m the one to stiffen. The only movement I can manage is to raise my hands in defeat, pleading for mercy.

I didn’t plan for this, but it always felt inevitable. I knew one of these days they were going to use it on me…likeactuallyuse it instead of just threatening me or leaving tiny wounds. That has to be their big plan for the Red Room. I can’t think of anything worse, and I know that room is for the most dangerous kinks.

These guys obviously have a hard-on for knives, and I’m reminded of the cycling nightmare with my masked predator—the different ways he cuts and stabs me when he finally catches up to me in the woods.

I know these two wouldn’t kill me, but how badly are they looking to hurt me?

“Do I have to cut you out of that dress, or are you going to be good and take it the fuck off yourself?” Casanova turns to face me and takes a few steps before pressing the knife into the dip of my throat. I’ve never seen him so angry.

“I-I’ll be g-good.” I’m shaking, trembling with fear—or maybe arousal—but I quickly shed my dress and panties until I’m completely nude. They’re still wearing their suits, of course, so I’m back to feeling like an exposed skeleton on display for their amusement.

Before I can take a step backwards to the bed, Broody grabs my waist and hoists me into his lap, throwing my calves over each of his thighs so my legs are fully spread. Really, I’m sitting more on his lower abdomen with the hairs on his groin scratching against my ass. I have no idea what the plan is here, and I can’t control the hyperventilation that ensues when I run through all the possible scenarios in my head.

Loud shouts of glee suddenly boom from the den, and I can just barely make out what they’re saying over my heavy breathing.

“Ten! . . . Nine!”

There’s ten seconds until the ball drops, and I’m in the worst position I could have gotten myself into. I’m naked, sitting on the lap of some guy whose dick I just bit, and I’m about to be punished. There’s no doubt about it.

But how badly?

“Eight! . . . Seven!”

Casanova creeps over to us and situates himself between our legs. Down comes his fly, and the beast returns, swollen and leaking from the tip. He strokes the length of it, staring directly at me with his lips pulled into a tight, unamused frown. Swiping his thumb over a bead of precum, he collects it on his fingertip before pushing it into my mouth.

“Six! . . . Five!”

He gets down on his knees and spits directly on my pussy, then runs his fingers through the moisture until I’m dripping wet. Not that I needed it, anyway; I’ve been squirming for their touch since the moment we entered the room.

I throw my head back, reveling in the attention to my clit when he starts circling his thumb around it. Broody wraps his arm around my shoulder to grab my throat, applying enough pressure to keep me still and unable to move my head.

“Four! . . . Three!”

Casanova must be doing something to Broody’s dick that I can’t see. He starts bucking up into my ass, a moan escaping the lips now wrapped around the space between my neck and shoulder when he bites into my tender flesh.

It doesn’t take long to put together the fact that he was sucking Broody’s cock to wet it again, because I suddenly feel it brush against my inner thigh and it’s as soaked as I am. The head slides up along my pussy, but instead of the penetrating pressure I’m expecting, something else happens.

I soon realize he’s slotting his own cock into position, right on top of Broody’s. They’re both pushing slightly, stretching my entrance to accommodate the pair. They’re stretching me to fitbothof them, at the same time.

“Two! . . . One!”

The panic sets in and I fight. I wriggle as much as they’ll allow me to, but Broody’s hold keeps me trapped and Casanova plants a hand on my thigh to steady himself, bracing for impact.

I’m not going anywhere—literally or figuratively. I didn’t leave when I had the chance to, so eager to finally have them, but now I’m sandwiched between them and physically incapable of doing anything but accepting it…exactly how they’ve always wanted me.

“Happy fucking New Year,” Casanova taunts, just as I’m ripped open by the force of them.

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Julian

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