Page 70 of Pray for the Damned

“Tell me, did my brother force you to come over and over when he had you all to himself the other night?”

“Yes.”

“I thought so.” Kade chuckles. “Well, tonight we’re going to play by my rules. You’re not to come until I give you permission, and if you do, you’ll learn what a ruined orgasm feels like.”

I open my mouth to argue because he’s already got me so keyed up I’m about to fall apart in their arms, but I’m quickly cut off when he presses a third finger into my pussy. The extra stretch burns, but it also drags me closer to the edge I’m apparently not allowed to fall over.

“You’re not to speak unless we ask you a question, or you need to say your safe word,” Kade continues before looking up at his brother.

“We’ll run off the traffic light system again,” Emmett tells me.

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper on instinct. I’m not sure if I should be calling them that outside the club, but when I’m rewarded by both men groaning, I know I did the right thing.

“Such a good girl,” Emmett praises.

“Such a dirty little slut,” Kade adds.

Fuck. I’m in so over my head right now I’m not sure how I’m going to stop myself from drowning in them. Or maybe I’ll just let it happen.

What a way to go.

Emmett drops his hand from my hip, holding me against him with nothing but my throat as he trails his fingers down my side and over my ass until they’re running over my puckered hole, causing me to jolt in his arms.

“Have you ever taken anyone here, Waverly?”

“No, Sir.” I whimper at the foreign feeling of his fingers prodding my ass.

“We’ll have to change that, now won’t we?” Kade smirks. He leans forward and drags his tongue across my bottom lip, eliciting a moan from my throat. “You’re going to be such a perfect fuck toy for us to use whenever we need, isn’t that right, baby?”

I swallow heavily. Rationally, I think I should say no, right? And yet my pussy clenches around his fingers, and I’m shoved closer to the brink.

Fuck.

I thought having one of them was overwhelming, but together, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.

Emmett tightens his grip around my throat. “Kade asked you a question, Little Temptress.”

“Yes, Sir,” I choke out.

“Yes, Sir, what?” Kade arches a brow at me.

I stare at him for a second, unsure what he’s expecting of me, but then it dawns on me, and my body trembles. “Yes, Sir. I want to be your perfect fuck toy for you to use whenever you want.”

They both groan, and I can’t help but feel a little smug that I have such an effect on the two of them.

All at once their hands disappear from my body, and I’m left standing naked in the middle of the room. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt as vulnerable as I do right now, and the urge to cover myself wins out. My arms cross over my chest as I try and fail to settle my rapid breathing.

“No,” Kade growls. “Do not cover yourself. You’re our whore, and we want to see what belongs to us.”

I drop my arms immediately as if they’ve been burned.

“God, she’s so submissive.” Kade squeezes the bulge in his pants as his eyes move over my naked body. “You really are perfect for us, Waverly.”

“On your knees in position,” Emmett orders, and I drop to the ground without an ounce of hesitation. The hardwoodflooring is much less gentle than the carpet at the club, which seems to get Emmett’s attention. He swipes my pillow from the bed and is about to drop it to the ground when his brows furrow. “Why does this smell like cum?”

Kade chuckles, and we both look up at him. “That might be my bad.”

“You came on my pillow?” I snap.

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