Page 152 of Cursed

I had just committed cold-blooded murder.

Ritual murder.

I closed my eyes and surrendered to the sensations. The water lapped at my body, and their touches ignited a fire deep within me, coaxing me to emerge from the shadows of my own insecurities. I began to feel fragments of the girl I used to be flicker to life under their attention.

Bastian’s fingertips trailed lower and dipped beneath the water to tease against the side of my breast and over my nipple—his touch made my breath hitch. “We’re here to help you remember that.”

The warmth of the water enveloped me like a cocoon, soothing my weary body and lulling me into a fragile sense of safety. Valen’s hands glided over my skin with a deliberate grace.

A vision of the red-stained bathroom speared my thoughts, and I jolted up out of the water.

“Avril—” Valen soothed. His hands were gentle on my shoulders. “Relax— we’re here to protect you. You’re safe.”

Was I?

Was I safe?

My stepbrothers were both my solace and my captors, and their praise awakened desires I had tried to bury beneath my quest for freedom—and escape.

Bastian’s hand dipped beneath the water again and his fingers rubbed at my nipples until my mouth fell open with a soft gasp.

Valen’s hand moved down my knee and the soft skin of my thigh and my legs fell apart without any hesitation.

“Please, don’t stop.” The words escaped my lips before I could hold them back.

“Good girl,” Bastian murmured. The pleasure they offered was a double-edged sword I knew would only cut deeper into my psyche—but I needed the release. I needed to feel like myself once again.

Valen’s fingertips traced strange patterns along my inner thigh, dispelling any remnants of my resistance. My breath hitched and my heart pounded against my rib cage as I stared back at him—his eyes glinted with the darkness I longed for. The promise of release. “We’ve got you,” he whispered. His hand slid lower and then stopped just at the apex of my thighs. My pussy ached for his touch, and I moaned at his hesitation.

On the other side, Bastian’s fingers continued their torturous dance on my breasts, the motions sending jolts of electricity through me. He lowered his head to kiss the top of my shoulder, then traced his mouth along the curve of my neck. His lips were soft and warm as they tasted my skin—and each kiss grounded and unraveled me at the same time.

“Valen— please,” I murmured. I reached between my thighs to grab his wrist and guided his hand to my aching slit.

His eyes locked with mine, a silent question lingering. But the earnest need that accompanied my panting breaths was all the consent he needed. He stroked my clit lightly, teasingly at first, while Bastian continued to swirl his fingers over my nipples to send waves of pleasure rippling through me. I stifled a gasp, and fought to keep my eyes open and locked onto Valen’s.

Valen’s voice broke the silence, thick with approval and promise. “That’s it... Don’t be afraid.”

I bit down on my lower lip as he traced my slick folds with his long fingers. His touch was feather-light, but every swipe left me desperate for more. I bucked against his hand and whimpered for him to sink deeper.

Bastian claimed my lips in a hungry kiss as Valen’s fingers pushed inside me, curling to hit places that made me gasp into Bastian’s mouth.

I tugged on his wrist, urging him deeper, harder—and he complied with a warm chuckle.

Bastian’s hand left my breasts and snaked down my stomach toward my clit. He rubbed gently at first, slow circles that made me gasp and my back arch. Valen exchanged a smile with his brother as my legs fell open wider to allow Valen better access to my cunt.

Slowly at first, Valen added a third finger… just the tip at first, then more, allowing my body to adjust to the stretch of my tender flesh. Then a fourth.

“Oh—” my mouth fell open.

Bastian lifted his other hand, and through the haze of my lust, I recognized the creep of his smokey magic as it brushed over my skin and wrapped around my throat. Its grip was gentle—just enough to prevent me from taking a full breath.

My climax didn’t build slowly—it writhed and coiled in my belly like a living thing as I gasped.

Water lapped at the sides of the tub as my stepbrothers fucked me—Valen with long, slow strokes of his hand and Bastian with relentless pressure on my clit and my throat. Squeeze—release—squeeze—release.

Fuck.

My breath came in quick gasps, my climax driven higher by their movements. Valen’s fingers curled inside me and pressed against a spot that made me cry out as my body clenched.

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