Page 29 of Tempting Shadowed Hearts
One of the men crawls onto the bed beside me and tsks. “We haven’t even gotten started, sweetheart. Now, lie still so we can get this dress off you. I love how tight it is—showing off all those beautiful curves—but I want full access to your body. We’re going to mark you up so fucking pretty.”
A sob racks through me just as something slices through the material of my dress. A sharp pain slices across my bare breast, and someone hums in appreciation. Then, a tongue is licking up the blood trickling from the wound.
“Fear always makes blood taste sweeter,” the man who carried me says from near my breast.
One of the other men agrees as a tongue licks up from my breast to my neck. Then, that person bites down, fangs piercing the skin above my carotid artery. My back arches, and I go to scream, but a hand clamps over my mouth before I can get any sound out.
Tears stream down my cheeks because I know there’s nothing I can do now—so much for being able to handle my own. The fangs in my neck retract, and the man growls as he sucks at my neck.
“Don’t take too much. We can’t have her dying now, can we?” the man at my feet snaps, moving his hands up my legs to spread my thighs.
The man at my neck growls and releases his suction. Then he licks the puncture wounds before pushing away from me. “Get on with it. I want my fucking turn.”
“I’ll do it when I’m damn well and ready. You already got to taste her,” the man at my feet says.
The sound of a zipper near my center has me fighting again, loosening the hand on my mouth. But hands clamp down on my thighs, and the man at my feet hisses, “Stop fucking moving. You’re only making this that much harder on yourself. We’re going to make you feel real good, so just lie back and relax, precious curse.”
My chest shakes as I cry harder. I’m not sure I’m going to get out of this. I just know that if I don’t, they’re going to kill me. Emotion clogs my throat as I plead for them to stop again.
The hands on my thighs move to lift my legs and pull me further down. My ass is now hanging off the edge, only being held up by the man holding my lower half hostage. His hard length nudges against my entrance, and I whimper, just wanting him to stop.
Another sharp sting cuts across my breast, distracting me momentarily from the man entering me in one swift thrust. Myback bows off the bed, and I scream. I’m not wet in the least, so his thrusts hurt, making me feel like he’s ripping me apart.
The pressure on my wrists shifts as one hand takes them both. A hand, likely from the man above me, starts to cover my mouth, which makes the man raping me stop. “Don’t. I want to hear her scream while I fuck her tight cunt.”
“Fine. Just as long as we don’t attract any unwanted attention,” the man above me says.
My screams continue until the man fucking me comes inside me with a grunt. After he comes down off his high, he collapses on top of me and kisses my neck. “We’ll work on getting you wetter next time.”
Then he’s gone, and someone else replaces him. I try to kick at them, but they grab my calves tightly and tsk.
“That wasn’t very nice,” the man who bit me says.
“I don’t fucking care! Don’t touch me!” I scream.
“I’m going to have this pussy whether you want me to or not,” he says, nestling into my sore center.
“Just stop. Please fucking stop,” I beg, even though I know it’s not going to help my case.
His cock twitches against me. “You sound so pretty when you beg.”
“Go fuck yourself, you piece of shit. I bet you can’t even get it up unless you’re taking something that doesn’t belong to you,” I hiss.
He thrusts himself into me so hard the bed bangs against the wall. Then his hands come down on either side of me. “Don’t speak about something you know nothing about.”thrust“You should also be careful poking this bear.”thrust“My fuse is pretty short.”thrust“And I’ll rip you to shreds if you’re not careful.”
I sniffle. “I don’t fucking care. Just get this over with and kill me already.”
The man holding my hands laughs. “We’re not going to kill you, little gorgon. You’re our plaything now.”
Chapter fourteen
Idon’t know where the hell I’m going, but I don’t want to leave the city yet. For some reason, I want to accept Adrestia’s offer, even though I know I shouldn’t. There’s clearly still something going on between her and the hunter. Adrestia can deny it all she wants, but the way the hunter regarded her—spoke to her, and touched her—was full of love and longing. I have no qualms about polyamory; I just can’t be in the middle of a tense situation like that, so they’ll have to figure shit out before I even think about a relationship with Adrestia.
My mindless walking leads me into the beautiful neighborhood with the mansions I saw earlier. I admire the houses for a bit until a woman’s scream pierces the air, pulling my attention back to reality. Someone is in trouble, and I need to help them.
Not completely sure where I’m going, my body moves of its own volition, rushing to get to the screaming woman, and I’min front of the mansion where the screams are emanating from faster than I thought possible for my body. Another scream pierces the air, and I rush toward the door. When I try to open it, I find that it’s locked. Cursing under my breath, I hurry to the back of the house and find a sliding glass door that’s been haphazardly left open. I thank my lucky stars for this one break, squeezing through the gap so I don’t draw attention to myself.
The woman screams again, the sound coming from upstairs, and begs for someone to stop. My mind jumps to the worst-case scenario—she’s being tortured or raped. I rush to find the stairs, and when I do, I go up them as fast as I can without making too much noise. A man grunting fills the hall just as the woman’s sobs intensify.
