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My heart raced as I swallowed nervously, feelings of fear and desire battling for control in my fucked-up head.
I couldn't deny how my body reacted to them, but I couldn't accept it either. I couldn't accept the fact that I was attracted to these monsters who had kidnapped me and forced me to do their bidding.
Pearce finished his coffee, his other hand under the table, stroking my leg.
Ainsley trailed his fingers down my throat, sending shivers down my spine. He leaned in, pressing his lips to my ear, and whispered, "I'm going to make you feel so good, little mouse. You don't need to be afraid of us if you do what we say."
Chapter thirty-seven
Willow
The pressure between my legs was overwhelming.My panties were slick with wetness and my breath came out in shaking gasps.
"Do you want to play house with us, Willow?" Ainsley purred.
What choice did I have? I was trapped with them here anyway, and no one was going to come and look for me. No one knew where I was. What would be the harm in letting them make me cum a few times before they inevitably killed me?
Wow, that was dark and pathetic.
I hated myself for even entertaining the thought. But I kept picturing their rough hands on my skin, feeling their cocks throb with need against me. I couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to sink on to their lengths, to feel them fill me up completely. It would be just like my dreams. Better than my dreams.
It was wrong. I knew it was wrong. But the ache between my legs only grew stronger as I thought about it.
Suddenly, Ainsley stood up, pulling me along with him.
"Let's go to the bedroom," he said, his voice low and husky.
Pearce followed behind us, his hand on my lower back, guiding me towards the bedroom.
The bedroom was dimly lit, a king-sized bed with black sheets taking up most of the room. There was a large window overlooking the woods, the snow falling softly outside.
Ainsley pushed me down onto the bed and stepped back, watching Pearce climb onto the bed with me.
He towered over me, his blue eyes burning with intensity. He didn't say a word as he leaned down and captured my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue plundered my mouth, tasting every inch.
I moaned, my hands gripping his shoulders as I tried to get closer to him.
Pearce pulled back and trailed kisses down my neck, sucking and biting as he made his way down to my breasts. He took one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before biting down gently.
Ainsley watched from the edge of the bed, rubbing his cock through his pants. "Good girl, Willow. Pearce, take off those panties for her."
Pearce slipped his fingers under the lacy thong and tugged them down my legs. I whimpered as he exposed me, feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable in front of them.
"God, I've wanted to see this pussy since I met you," Pearce growled, tracing his fingers along my folds.
I gasped, my hips bucking towards him as he teased me. I was soaking wet, and my desire for them was overwhelming at the moment.
It was wrong, and I knew it would never last. But I wanted it to, more than I wanted to breathe.
"Please," I whimpered, hips tilting up to beg for more.
Pearce's fingers circled my clit slowly, his touch feather-light and driving me wild. I was so close to begging but refused to give them the satisfaction.
Ainsley joined him, kneeling by the bed and pushing his fingers into my cunt as Pearce worked my clit.
I screamed, eyes rolling back and basking in the sensation of two men touching me. I couldn't remember the last time I had experienced a real physical connection with someone, and the feeling was overwhelming. My pussy clenched around Ainsley's fingers as he began to plunge them deeper into me while Pearce continued to strum my clit.
Pearce was an expert, quickly sending me careening towards the brink of release. "God, you're so wet," Pearce groaned, his fingers slipping and sliding inside me.
