Page 255 of There's No Us Without You
“She’s in here,” the second man says, stepping into the room behind the first one. “I can smell her fear.”
“You hear that, little lamb? We can smell your fear. I bet you’re soaked just thinking about us punishing you.”
He’s not wrong.
The men move further into the room, closing the gap between my excitement and my fear—one now on either side of the bed.
A heavy silence takes over as the seconds fly by.
“Are you going to come out, or do I have to drag you out?” The one to the left steps closer to the bed, the toes of his boots coming into view.
Silence again, and for a moment I think they’ve given up, because the boots disappear when the man walks back around the bed towards the open doorway.
I let out a breath until a masked face appears in the gap between the floor and the bed. A scream escapes my chest, tearing at my throat, and I dig my heels into the carpet.
“Found you,” he says, grinning, the black mask covering his face making him look like a horror movie wet dream.
I kick out at him again, but he snatches my ankles and drags me towards him. I grab hold of the slats under the bed to drag myself back under, but it does nothing except force him to tighten his grip on me.
“Feisty little thing,” he says. “Kick me again, I dare you. It just makes me want to punish you even harder.”
When I’m out in the open, the shorter of the two is leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, his feet crossed at the ankles.
He sighs and pushes off the wall, coming to kneel beside me. “There’s nowhere to go,” he says, pushing my hair from my face. “We’ll take pleasure in this body, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
I’m being lifted and thrown over his shoulder moments later, and when he slaps my arse, it sends a searing sting straight to my pussy.
He carries me back up the stairs, the taller one trailing behind us, a skip in his step as he grins down at me. I give him the finger and dig my knees into the chest of the man carrying me.
His grip tightens on the backs of my thighs, digging in until the pain forces me to slam my fists into his back. “Let me go, you prick.”
He hums his disapproval at my fight. “You’re only making my dick harder, and if you keep going, I’ll be fucking that tight arsehole of yours too—and I won’t be gentle.”
I’m thrown onto a bed moments later, my pyjama top ending up around my waist. I shove it down, then pull my legs up to my chest and wrap my arms around them. My entire body is shaking. I’m not going to make this easy for them.
I’m going to play my part.
A lamp is switched on, now giving me a full view of the men standing beside the bed. They’re both dressed in black pants and hoodies, those masks only giving me access to their eyes and lips.
The taller one pushes his hood back and leans down, his hands planted on the mattress at the end of the bed. “Now that’s not very nice of you,” he says, shaking his head. “How are we supposed to get into the tight little cunt of yours when you’re all the way over there?”
He’s quick to grab my ankles and yank me down the bed towards him.
I thrash about, and attempt to grab the headboard, but he’s too strong. When he has me at the edge of the bed, he straddles my thighs, the hardness of his erection digging into my pubic bone.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” he says in my ear, before running his tongue up my cheek.
The second man slaps him on the back and hands him the knife. “Cut her clothes off.”
Crap. I’m going to disintegrate into nothing at this rate. My skin is covered in sweat, my underwear soaked with my arousal.
“My pleasure,” he says as he takes the knife and slices right down the middle of my top, exposing my breasts. My nipples harden at the sudden change in temperature.
“Goddamn,” the second man says on a groan. “You’re a fucking beauty.”
We lock eyes through his mask, his bottom lip caught between his teeth before he rakes his gaze down my body.
My pyjama pants are next, leaving me in nothing but a pair of white lacy underwear. Before the man with the knife can get a hold of them, I manage to free a knee and shove him in the chest, sending him to the floor.
