Page 42 of Fragmented Illusions
I want to fight Creepy’s hands on me more than ever, just to get a peek at Silent’s face, but I don’t move. I force myself to be still as their hands hold me in place, almost like an anchor.
“Answer me, pretty girl,” he whispers, but his monotonous tone is still commanding, and I find myself answering without my own permission.
“I’m not sure.” My voice sounds breathless, and I instantly hate myself for exposing my fears to them. I sound scared, even to my own ears, and I don’t want them to have my fear.
“You’re not sure…” he trails off, and my breath hitches when I feel his tongue along my neck, right underneath my chin. He licks up, over my chin and I feel his breath ghost over my lips.
My once slow, sluggish heart now batters against my ribcage. So loud, I’m sure they can both see it. Silent’s tongue pulls away from me and a whimper escapes my lips. Both him and Creepy chuckle at the desperate sound and I mentally berate myself for letting him affect me. For letting thembothaffect me.
“I can see your pulse hammering in your fragile little neck,” Silent muses and suddenly, liquid warmth is filling my mouth. I gag at the sensation before instinctively swallowing.
“That’s it, pretty girl… Swallow his spit.” Creepy chuckles in my ear, and my stomach clenches along with my core.
His…spit?
Heat floods my face and I swallow the lump forming in my throat.
“You want more already, pretty girl? I’m sure my brother would be happy to oblige.” He laughs boisterously, his hands shaking over my eyes. I take the opportunity to wrench away from him. His hands fall from my face as I do, and it feels too easy.
Turns out, it was. Because when my eyes adjust, all I see are two white masks.
“Damnit,” I grumble and this time, it’s Silent who chuckles, albeit quietly, but it’s enough to steal my attention—but not only mine. Creepy stares at him too, looking as rapt as I feel.
What the…
Chapter Eleven
Solomon
Having both of their gazes on me gives me the ultimate sense of power. It’s potent, persuasive. Forceful.
Both of them take a step toward me at the same time and I almost laugh at the fact they are already moving in sync; further proof this is meant to be.
And if not, we’ll all burn to ash in the end—together.
Fallon seems to quickly realize the error of her ways because her face pales and she takes a step back—putting her where she was before she moved. Spence stays, his eyes on me. I canfeelhis racing pulse, his blood rushing through his veins, his breathing speeding up.
And I also know that before long, that cock of his is going to be as hard as stone—and I find myself wanting it. Him.
Craving is a new feeling to me, but I can recognize how addicting it is. Thinking about Spence with Fallon right here makes my cravings erratic. My own pulse kicks up, thrumming in my throat. Spence reaches for the end of his mask, and I let out a deep, thundering growl. He stops and cocks his head at me, waiting.
I subtly shake my head. I know what he wants—and it will happen—but it can’t yet. I have to be able to trust her, and I can’t right now. She’s too new to all of this. Hopefully soon.
Spencer lets out a low desperate whine and my cock twitches at the sound. My eyes widen at the foreign feeling, but it’s not unwelcome.
This is all so new. Confusing yet desired.
I force my gaze from Spence now I know he’s going to behave—for now anyway—and glance at Fallon. She’s examining the both of us, her eyes shifting back and forth, her facealmostunreadable.
She’s shocked, which is understandable. She can probably sense the sexual tension stealing the oxygen in the small room, and now she knows we are brothers, it’s a whole other ball game. Though, I’m not ashamed and she needs to know that.
“You judging us, pretty girl?” I ask her, a bite to my words.
“J-judging you?” she stutters, and I nod, answering her question.
“N-no. No, I’m surprised. But… but I’m fascinated. By you. By thebothof you.” She tumbles over her words, and they come out in segments, sounding almost as if she can’t catch her breath.
“Hmm,” I hum. I shake my head and feel my brown hair fall from my hood, covering the top of my mask. I don’t bother to push it back into my hood as I think.
