Page 9 of Run Baby Run

“Don’t you worry about a thing, little dove. I’m just preparing for later…” his deep voice trails off as Kieran’s lips find mine again.

Unexpectedly, he wipes the blood over my ass, slides a finger inside, and I gasp into Kieran’s mouth.

Fintan slides a second bloody finger into my ass as Kieran leans over and joins in, pushing two of his inside my pussy. My body starts to convulse as they stretch me with their long digits. Pleasure courses through me again, and I scream, feeling my muscles clench around their fingers.

I cry out, my body shivering against them. I breathe out a low, almost primal moan as I come. I hear Fintan chuckle as my eyes roll back from the intensity of my latest orgasm. “I think she liked that. Such a needy little slut for us.”

I whimper as they pull their fingers out of me simultaneously. Kieran slides off the bed, and suddenly, the room is illuminated by a dim, warm glow.

Iblink against the light to see Kieran kneeling beside the bed, the small nightlight casting a soft glow over the room, evaporating the shadows that danced around us moments ago. His mask covers his face again as he unzips his hoodie slowly, the zipper catching on every single tooth. The sound echoes around us, and with every metallictick, my heart thumps faster.

Disappointed that I cannot see his features, I scan the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of Fintan’s face.

Fuck, his face is also covered already…

Kieran catches my attention again when he drops his hoodie to the floor with a soft thud. The dim light highlights the intricate tattoos that decorate his body, wrapping their way around his arms and up his neck.

I have never seen anything quite like it before. The intricate lines of black ink snake up his skin like a secret message written in a language only he can comprehend. My chest rises and falls heavily as I look up at him, and I watch his eyes as they trail over my body.

His gaze settles on my pussy—a hungry expression blazes in his dark emerald pools.How have I not noticed those mesmerizing eyes until now?Like a swirlingchiaroscuroof green, they look like hypnotic portals with promises of pain and pleasure.

He pulls down his jeans before moving onto the bed and spreads my legs wide as he positions himself between my legs, rubbing his large cock against my entrance, up and down at a teasingly slow pace.

I gasp and thrash in the bonds that still hold my wrists as I look down at my body and see the blood they have painted over me in the darkness. My heart threatens to burst out of me as he hooks his forearms under my knees, lifting my lower half as he slides into me slowly, inch by inch, filling me.

“Fuuuck… That’s it, dove, you take it so fucking well,” he drawls. I moan loudly, gasping as we connect completely.

He starts to thrust in and out of me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me each time he moves inside. I give in to the sensation.

It’s not like I have much choice in the matter… I can just enjoy myself because it feels fucking incredible. They were right; I am just as depraved as they are, and despite my outward reluctance and refusal to accept this situation, I want this. Maybe they will let me go unharmed if I lose myself and satisfy them…

I wrap my legs around him tightly and cry out as he thrusts harder and faster.

Sparks dance behind my eyes as unbelievable pleasure builds inside me, each stroke sending more ecstasy through my body than before. My inner walls tighten around him as an orgasm rocks through me, and Kieran growls against my skin as I squeeze him like a vice.

“Get on your hands and knees, dove. Open that pretty little mouth,” Fintan growls beside the bed as he unties my wrists.

Fucking finally!

I have no time to rub over my sore, burning wrists where the rope dug into my flesh. Kieran flips me around before and buries his hard cock inside me from behind as I face Fintan.

Obeying his earlier demand, I open my mouth and bat my lashes as I look up into the golden eyes beneath the white mask, and a throaty moan slips free as Kieran thrusts. Fintan slides his large cock inside my mouth, pushing deep until I feel him hit the back of my throat. My eyes widen in surprise when I feel a row of piercings move against mine.

Holy shit! A Jacob’s Ladder?! Did I die and go to Heaven? I’ve never seen, let alone felt this before… I thought this only happened in books or porn, yet here I am…

He holds my head firmly in place, weaving his fingers through my hair as I choke on his size. “Ah fuck, baby, your piercing feels fucking amazing against mine! You are not as innocent as you look, little dove.”

Their thrusts are powerful, simultaneous, and fast. Fintan is driving into my warm mouth with a force that takes my breath away. My lungs ache for air, but he is ruthless—relentless. Saliva drips from my mouth as he continues taking what he wants.

They slam into me repeatedly, pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust until I’m filled to the brim with pleasure. “Hmm, fuck, our little dove likes having her holes filled. This one is still empty, can’t have that now, can we?” Kieran groans behind me. My eyes widen as I feel his saliva drip onto my ass, and he mixes it with Fintan’s blood that still coats me.

I moan and squirm, but it’s no use; they are holding me hostage with their cocks. I can’t speak or protest in any way. I look up into Fintan’s dark gaze with pleading eyes, but his devilish wink tells me all I need to know.

Kieran spreads the crimson mixture over my backside and allows me no time to process his movements as he pushes his thumb inside my tight ass, pumping the digit in and out while they continue their relentless thrusts.

“Such a good fucking girl. Look at you—taking us so well while we fill all your tight little holes,” Fintan growls and moans as he reaches down, clasping his hand around my throat while his other hand covers my nose—cutting off my airways as he fucks my mouth.

Thrashing in his unrelenting hold, tears stream down my cheeks as I tip my head upward, my eyes lock on his, and his movements become staggered as he shares a heated look with Kieran. “I need to taste you,” he growls as he releases his hold over my nose, allowing me to suck in tiny breaths of air. He leans toward his tattooed counterpart, and they share a feverish kiss while their thrusts become more animalistic. Their deep, primal groans only intensify the high that’s taken over my senses.

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