Page 15 of Cruel Devotion

“King,” Ryder said sweetly.

“The screaming won’t stop,” Darius groaned painfully. His grip on my neck tightened, and I feared he would crush my throat. No matter how much I scratched, I couldn’t get free.

“Ignore them. The ghosts can’t touch us,” Ryder promised. Gently, he patted my tormentor.

“Not them. Ry’s screams. Ry’s screams,” Darius whined. The man before me trembled.

“Dead. We’re no longer trapped,” Ryder growled.

“Will kill them all,” Darius panted.

“You already did, my King. You’re killing her. We both know she’s special. You’re not like me, remember? Promised we’d be good for her,” Ryder whispered.

I doubted his words, but I hoped he got through to Darius. My heartbeat raced as my lungs screamed. My veins were popping out as the beast buried inside held my life in his hand. Ryder’s fingers found my hips, and I was lifted off Darius. Too focused on breathing, I weakly clawed at Darius as my sore pussy tugged at his knot. I made a strangled noise as I dropped back on him. Black dots danced at the edges of my vision as pleasure and pain mingled.

“Again,” Darius grunted.

Ryder obeyed, and repeated the motion. This time, the knot deflated, and slid out of me with a squelch. Liquid poured out of me as my head lolled back. I was falling into oblivion. The rough hand around my neck loosened, and greedily, I sucked in air.

“Like this, my King?” Ryder asked. His tone was kind and careful.

“Yes,” Darius whispered it like a prayer. Gulping in lungfuls of air as inch after inch pulled from me.

“Sit back,” Ryder murmured. Darius fell back, and then I was flipped around to face him. A hand gripped my rib cage, and canines scraped against my nipple as his tongue lapped at thebud. Drool dribbled from my chin as a hand gripped me by the rib cage.

“You are our master,” Ryder said soothingly. It was almost as if he was leading Darius, showing him the way. I could tell from his voice that he was trying to be strong, but from the way his fingers on my hips trembled, he was affected.

Was he also stuck in this past Darius mentioned?

That’s when I realized the mask Ryder wore for his brother was a lie. Darius pulled out of me with a pop and a squelch. My body felt heavier as oxygen finally filled me.

“Yes,” Darius growled.

“Now, fuck her. Make her take both cocks. I need her screams to bounce off the walls. Make her beg for us to share her,” Ryder groaned.

Darius’ pants grew labored with each demand that left his brother’s mouth. My eyes widened to saucers, and I shook my head. I opened my mouth to say something, but it hurt. My throat was on fire. One hand disappeared from my waist, and reached down. I was lifted above Darius’ cocks and powerless to do anything but watch as Ryder pulled them together. Even as I clenched over nothing, my brain screamed for me to do something, but my body was done. There was no fight left in me. Ryder lined them up at my entrance. It was pure stubbornness that had me pushing at his chest.

“She fights, but I scent her arousal,” the monster about to tear me open again told me I wanted this.

And maybe he’s right.

“Come on, Bunny. If you’re going to pretend, you should at least be convincing,” Ryder teased.

“I want to stare into her eyes as I make her bleed. I want her to admit that she’s our whore as she gives in to what her body craves,” Darius growled as he teased my hole with his tips.

“She will. She just wants us to stretch her beyond her limits and fill her until she forgets this silly game of pretend,” Ryder purred.

“I’m… not…” I rasped.

“Your heartbeat tells us you lie. Think of it this way, you’ve found a new way to chase that high,” Ryder chuckled against my back, and I knew he was talking about my cuts. Darius’ pink tongue dragged along the front of his canines, while Ryder’s slid up the side of my face. Darius’ claw slid across my sensitive clit and my body jerked forward, causing his tips to press into my heat. It felt wrong and so right at the same time.

“Lying bitch,” Darius groaned in approval. The derogatory name stroked the flames of my desires. The need to please the brothers bubbled in my chest.

“So punish her for it,” Ryder ordered. The beast blinked and cracked his neck as he tilted his head. Eyes locked on my aching pussy. I liked his attention.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Darius growled.

“I just did,” Ryder sing-songed.

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