Page 44 of Lock Me Out

“Ow,” I mumble while my face throbs. Neither of them says anything—I know it must have been Nix who did it, and that doesn’t surprise me. But Colt didn’t respond. He should’ve told Nix to take it easy. Why didn’t he?

“Let’s put that mouth to good use instead.” That’s Nix again, still hovering over me on the bed. He gets up on his knees—I feel the way his thighs cage me in. He guides himself to my mouth, his precum coating my lips before I part them so he can shove himself inside. When it’s awkward for me, he cups the back of my head and holds it in place, thrusting deeper.

“That’s right. Give it to her.” Colt is standing by my feet. All at once, something invades me. A finger, two fingers. “Fuck her face. She won’t get it wrong next time.”

This doesn’t feel like a game anymore, though. It feels like the opposite. The energy in the air has changed. There’s no playfulness.

If anything, Colt sounds almost angry.

“She takes it so nice,” Nix grunts like it’s a compliment. “Like she needs to swallow my cum. Is that what you want? Is that what you’re hungry for?” His heavy breathing matches the pace he sets with his hips, hitting the back of my throat while I groan in discomfort. He has to stop soon, right?

“That’s right. Give it to her. Give her what she wants,” Colt grunts, pounding me with his fingers, tightening my core, making my pussy throb.

Give it to her… give me a show…

No. I’m not going to think about that. I will not remember it. I have to focus on the present, not the past. I want to concentrate on what my body’s feeling. No matter how confused I am, I feel good. In the end, I like it. I want more.

“Get up,” Colt tells him.Thank God. Nix slips free so I can breathe, and when I do, I gag a little, choking, gasping for air.

Only he’s not thinking about taking pity on me, being merciful. Colt rolls me onto my stomach, lifting my hips into the air so he can line his head up with my entrance and push forward, filling me in one deep, brutal stroke that reminds me of the way things used to be. When I was just a thing, an item for their enjoyment. He hasn’t been that way for so long. He was trying so hard.

I can’t do this. I can’t go through this again.

“Push yourself up,” Nix grunts, holding a handful of my hair and pulling my head up until I have no choice but to push myself up on my hands so he can fill my mouth again.

“That’s good,” he groans, sinking deep. “How does that feel? Filled at both ends.”

“I think there’s another hole we’re not using yet.” I barely realize what Colt is saying before there’s pressure against my asshole. His spit hits it, dribbles down my crack and mixes with my juices as he slams himself into me again, again, while pressing against my tight knot with his thumb.

“That’s right.” Nix laughs, gripping my hair tighter, making my scalp sing in pain. “Got her nice and relaxed for me. I wanna feel her gripping me tight. Maybe you can take her from underneath,” he suggests.

To my horror, Colt laughs.

They have to stop this. I have to stop it. I don’t know if I can. My groans around Nix’s dick only make them laugh. Like they’re feeding off each other, like they’re giving each other permission to be their worst selves, the versions of themselves that find it so easy to use, to hurt, to control.

“That’s not enough.” Colt slides out of me, and I’m relieved before I realize he’s only using my juices to lube his thumb before pressing against my asshole again, this time breaching the tight ring of muscle.

Hot, blazing sensation races through me in all directions, starting at that entry point. There’s an uncomfortably full sensation that only gets worse when he slides his dick inside my pussy again. Even now, there’s pleasure in it. I feel good.

At least my body feels good. It’s the rest of me that’s a problem.

“Take that ass,” Nix grunts. He matches his pace with the pace Colt sets with his thumb and his dick. “That’s right. There’s our little slut. Taking us so well. So good.”

Take it… Take them both…No, this isn’t James, James isn’t here. He’s dead now. He can’t hurt me anymore.

But his sons can.

“I want to switch.” I almost sob with relief when Nix pulls back, and I fall onto my elbows, gasping for breath.

“Don’t get comfortable,” Colt warns. I hear him rounding the bed. His dark laughter sets panic flaring in me.

“I don’t think I can do this,” I whisper, barely choking back a sob. It’s like he doesn’t even hear me—or he doesn’t care. He only pulls me up the way Nix did, takes me by the back of my head, running his head over my mouth. With a soft sob, I take him inside, bracing myself when I feel Nix behind me.

But instead of taking Colt’s place inside my pussy, it’s my ass he presses against. “Still so tight.” He sighs, fingers digging into my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. “Need to loosen you up more.”

No. No, I don’t want this. I try to shake my head, try to grunt my refusal, but Colt only pushes forward, rocking me backward against his brother’s fingers as he begins to probe my ass deeper than Colt did. Blinding hot sensation makes me moan in a mix of pleasure and pain. Their laughter drowns it out.

“I think she wants another finger,” Colt tells him, burying himself deep, my nose pressed against his base.I can’t breathe. Panic takes the place of pleasure, my heart pounding sickeningly, bile rising in my throat.

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