Page 36 of Sweet Misery

“Come on, kitten. Tell me before I get angry,” Renzo pressed, nipping at my earlobe.

“I-I want it.”

“What do you want?”

I stared at Roman, my heart in my throat. I was almost certain he’d sucked Renzo’s dick earlier and they’d kissed. I was face down and hadn’t seen it, but something about the forbidden aspect had me wiggling my ass against Renzo.

He let out a soft groan at the motion.

My words came out shaky and choked.

“I want you to fuck my ass.”

“Fuck.” Renzo’s hand tightened around my throat, making my vision sparkle as he pulled out and slammed back into me. I cried out, allowing it to happen. So many intense feelings rushed through my body but finally one settled.

I did like it.

I liked being used like this.

It made me feel unhinged and like I’d lost my mind. Spending my life trying to find a sense of control had always evaded me. It landed me in shitty situation after shitty situation. With them in charge, I didn’t have to fight. I could just… be. Exist and let whatever was going to happen, happen. I had no choice.

I liked not having a choice.

Choices had always worn me down. Stressed me out. Made me fight.

I could do this. I could give in and take what they gave me and maybe I’d come out stronger and on top. I’d win. I’d gain my freedom through letting go and giving in.

It beat freezing in a cold dark woods in the middle of the night, that was for sure.

“She likes it,” Roman commented softly, reaching out to tweak one of my stiff nipples. I winced at the pain as Renzo continued to fuck into my body, the sound of our slapping skin sounding out in the night.

“Finger your pussy,” Roman instructed. “I want to watch you come.”

They had such filthy mouths.

“Sweet Misery, remember what I told you about good girls?” Roman pressed, when I didn’t move to touch myself.

I was so frozen I thought I was going to die. I wanted to go home and be warm despite the new feelings rushing through me.

With trembling fingers, I reached down and rubbed against my clit. I’d tried to masturbate many times, but I was never able to orgasm. I thought maybe I just didn’t know how. That changed when Sever came into my room and fucked me though. He’d made me shriek with pleasure, even though I’d felt disgusting after. And hurt. What he’d done to me and what the twins were doing was no different. Forcing. Taking.

Except it was.

The twins didn’t owe me shit.

But Sever? He’d been my best friend.

I’d left though. Clearly, it hurt him. He hated me now because of it.

How often had I thought of him over the years? Picked up the phone to call him? To text him? To tell him I missed him so much it was killing me inside.

Too many to count.

And then this shit happened.

“Why are you crying,” Roman asked, reaching out and thumbing away my tears.

I squeezed my eyelids closed and didn’t answer him, my hand falling away from my clit.

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