Page 35 of Sweet Misery

I pushed my cock against her ass. She stiffened beneath me and tried to shift away, but I slapped her ass hard. The red bloomed beautifully on her pale skin beneath a partial moon and earned another sob from her.

I did it again and again, delighting in the violent pleasure.

And then I claimed what was mine, her sweet screams echoing into the night.

13

ARIANNA

Ifelt like I was being torn in two as one of the twins pushed deep into my ass, the burn and pain making me scream out and claw at the ground further.

A sob tore through me as I tried to steady my breathing.

I’d tried so hard to make it to freedom, but the woods was huge, and I wasn’t dressed for the elements.

“Look at me,” the twin holding my arms rasped. “Misery. Look at me.”

I couldn’t. The pain was too intense as the second twin fucked deep into my body, his cock impaling me deeply. I was sure I’d never walk again.

The very real thought that I was going to vomit from the ache crossed my mind.

“Snowflake,” the words were soft and coming from the twin holding me.

Roman. Roe.

I forced myself to look up at him.

“It’s going to be OK,” he assured me softly. “I promise. Relax your body. If you’re tense, it hurts more. I promise if you relax, you’ll really enjoy this. And when he’s done, I’ll wrap you up soyou’re warm and make sure you’re rewarded for being such a good girl. Can you do that for me? Relax?”

I swallowed hard at his soft words, Renzo still fucking into me. He’d slowed his movements so they weren’t quite as painful now. Maybe it was because he wanted me to listen to whatever Roman had to say.

“Breathe with me, little snowflake.In. Out.There you go. Relax,” his voice was a soft, calming timber which didn’t match up with what I knew of him so far.

None of these brothers were gentle though, so expecting them to be was my own fault.

But he was acting differently.

I continued to breathe with him, my body relaxing despite how frozen I was. Stopping the shivers wasn’t going to happen, but I could at least ease the pain.

“Perfect,” Roman continued. “There you go. Now Renzo is going to fuck the soul from your body. Can you handle it?

“Y-Yes,” I managed to whimper.

Roman looked past me and gave a slight nod to Renzo. Renzo made a spitting noise, and a moment later, I felt the dampness against my ass. He must have spit on me to wet me more. Renzo wrapped his hand around my throat and and brought me to my knees, his cock still buried in my ass. I let out a hiss of pain at the shift, my chest heaving as I stared back at Roman who kneeled in front of me.

“You’re going to take my fucking cock,” Renzo husked out in my ear. “Right?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Mm, tell me you want it,” he continued, embedded deep within me without moving an inch. His hand tightened around my throat. Being on display like this made me want to throw up, but at the same time, there was something really beautiful about it too.

It took me a moment to realize I liked it.

Horror swept through me at the realization.

I’d lost my mind.

I was in shock. Trauma did weird things to sane people.

---