Page 90 of The Devils of Saint City

Now that we all sleep in the same bed the other rooms have different uses, one is my office with a similar ceiling to the last, and the other... has a “No Cheese Allowed” sign on the door. Everything inside of it is for sex.

At least none of us have food related kinks.

I’m still a ball of nerves as they shut the door behind us and lock me in. They’re right, I can’t back out — but not because of some arbitrary crap. Because I fucking want it.

Manson kisses me deeply as Asher disappears into a drawer, and when he comes back with a huge dildo I feel my ass clench at the sight. “Still not as big as us, but it’ll help. Get in Manson’s lap.”

Oh hell.

I stare at it a moment longer before scrambling into Manson’s arms, desperate for a little reassurance.

“I got you,” he whispers, his lips finding mine as he reaches around to spread my ass again, and when Asher presses the head of that monstrosity against my hole I nearly bite his tongue off.

Yeah, maybe I can’t handle this. They’ve convinced me I can handle anything, but this? Nope.

By the time I’m open enough, I feel Ash stroking Manson’s cock, lubing him up so he can slide right inside of me after that dildo leaves. Feeling one of my men filling me helps.

This I can handle. I kiss Manson fiercely, tangling my hand in his hair as I try to relax. But the thought of what’s coming... it’s hard to breathe.

“Ass is still so tight, Rhea,” he mumbles into my mouth. “There’s no way Ash fits.”

“Bet,” he responds, much closer to my ear than I expected, and when I feel him position himself on the bed behind me I suddenly can’t breathe at all. “We’ve got you, baby.”

He inhales deeply like he expects me to copy, but I’m shaking like a fucking leaf.

So much for being brave.

“Hey,” Manson says softly, running his fingertips up and down my arms. “You’re okay. We’re not gonna hurt you, pet. You can take it.”

I reach back to squeeze Asher’s left wrist just trying to get some contact with him as I finally get myself to calm down. He’s right. I can take it. I was made to take them both.

“Go ahead, big brother. Ruin me.”

“One word and it all stops,” is all he says, before slipping inside of me painfully slow.

Spooky.

It’s a word I’ve only needed twice since we set our ground rules, and they obeyed it instantly both times. I know they’ll listen if I need to stop, but... fuck, this feels unreal. My body twitches with the intrusion as every instinct I have screams to stand up, run away, do anything but sit here and take it.

It just makes me push down harder.

“Good girl,” Ash praises breathlessly, Manson’s hand reaching out to massage my breasts and keep me grounded.

“Doing so well, Rhea. Keep breathing. Scream all you need.”

I don’t think I need to until I realize Asher isn’t even halfway in yet. When I finally feel all of him and they start to move, itrips a scream from my chest that feels like it’s been building for a while.

It’s too much. Too, too fucking much.

“Fuck.” Fingers dig into my hips to keep me still, but I can feel every inch of them both, and when Manson’s cock throbs in anticipation I nearly black out.

That numbing lube didn’t stand a chance.

“Go ahead,” Asher whispers, licking my ear as he reaches between my thighs to tap my clit. “Cry for us, pet. Let it out.”

It’s building, I can feel it — but screaming is one thing. Crying.... is another entirely.

“Pinch it,” he commands, moaning when Asher does as told. “That’s our girl. She can take it. Fuck her harder.”

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