Page 37 of Song of Tenebrae

Torrent does as he’s told and kicks the door shut behind him. I can’t really see his features in the dark but I can sense his vile intentions. I shudder as Raiden shoves me back onto the bed and takes a few steps back. His chin juts out toward me and Torrent comes to stand at the end of the bed. I swallow down the fear and remind myself that I fucking asked for this.

We have a stare down, him trying to intimidate me, and me not showing him my fear. But, when he reaches down and rips the skirt from my body, I scream. It’s a loud, blood curdling scream and it’s saturated in fear, making both men laugh.

“Scream little storm,” Torrent chuckles as he throws my skirt to the floor, “no one will come for you.”

I scoot up to the top of the bed and he turns his head to look at his brother, “how many more times do you think I can make her scream like that?”

“I’m hoping plenty.” Raiden sneers and I feel my heart break. He doesn’t care and he never has, he really believes he owns me. Fuck, it kind of looks that way right now. I’m property to him and I was stupid enough to believe I could make him jealous.

Torrent grabs my feet and hauls me back down the bed, falling on top of me at the same moment lightning decorates the sky. It illuminates the features on his face and highlights the excitement in his near black eyes. Then his fingers are digging into my chest and ripping the skimpy bikini top from my body, throwing it over his shoulder. His eyes are cruel as he gives me a once over and I shock myself when I realize I miss Raiden’s fire.

He yanks my legs apart with such force that I can already feel the bruising on my inner thighs. His forked tongue flicks against his upper lip and he stares down at my pussy.

“I remember what you taste like, stripper.” The tone of his voice is as cruel as his words. “Do you remember what I felt like?”

I want to slash back with a rebuttal of my own, make him feel less than what he is, and laugh when I see the anger flash on his face, but I can’t. Fear is a debilitating emotion and I can’t seem to make myself move or speak. My limbs are locked and unmoving, my chest pumping quickly as I take in rapid breaths. His face moves between my legs and Raiden steps up to the side of the bed, keeping his eyes on his brother.

Torrent’s tongue slips through my folds and I whimper at the feel of those double pointed tips flicking against me. Raiden’s jaw tightens at the sound and his eyes snap to mine. I may not want Torrent’s touch but when I look up into Raiden’s rage filled eyes, I can almost imagine it’s him instead. When my pussy is spread apart to the near point of pain, I can just look into his green depths and imagine it’s his fingers doing it, then his tongue slipping deep inside of me. He’s rough with me, handling me like he hates me, and I can’t help how fucking wet that makes me.

I hear a condom rip open but I don’t dare take my eyes off Raiden, a wide cock presses against my opening, and still, I stare up at him. He gets angrier by the second and when his eyes flick to my pussy, I watch his fist clench. The cock roughly slams into me and I scream again as the sharp pain assaults me, closing my eyes tightly.

A hand grabs my hair and yanks my head up, forcing me to look into Torrent’s dark hate filled eyes.

“Do not look away from who’s fucking you.” Raiden’s hand grips my hair harder.

I haven’t fucked anyone since he raped me here in the basement a year ago and the pain that’s flooding my senses now is similar to that night. I feel my tears drip from my jaw as Torrent continues to punish me with his cock.

“Does it hurt?” Torrent pouts his mouth and slams inside of me, bending over my body to get closer to my face, “is this what you wanted when you asked me to come to your room?”

I can feel the fear pull away a bit, just enough to let in some anger, and I glare at him, refusing to answer him. The fist clenching my hair tightens and I feel strands break away from my scalp.

“Answer him,” Raiden snarls and shakes my head. I don’t care how angry he is, I won’t do what he asks, and if he plans to kill me tonight, then so be it. He already killed me inside a year ago. “I won’t ask you again.” He threatens.

I rear my head back and spit in Torrent’s face, grinning when he looks at me with shock. “Yes.” I nod, the movement pulling more on my hair, “this is exactly what I wanted.” I must look like a maniac as he pulls out of me and I begin to laugh. “Come back!” I exclaim and laugh some more when Raiden releases my hair. They’re both staring at me; Torrent with a mixture of hate and disgust; Raiden with shock.

“Get out.” Raiden spits out.

“He’s not done yet,” I point to Torrent’s cock, pink with my blood, “come back here and finish me off.” I demand.

The corner of Torrent’s mouth tips up and he looks down at his rigid cock, “she’s not wrong.”

“Get. Out.” Raiden’s voice takes on a dangerous edge and I fall to my back on the bed, laughing some more. Just hearing his anger and confusion with my behavior is worth every wave of pain between my legs.

I hear clothes rustling and then the door opening and shutting with a click. Then nothing for a while, it’s so quiet that I lift my head to see if I’m alone and find him standing at the end of the bed, watching me.

“Are you next?” I ask as my hand lands on my pussy, the sting immediate. I hiss through it and pull my fingers back.

“He’s rough with women,” he says quietly.

“Must be something in the genes.” I retort and he steps to the edge of the mattress, between my open legs.

“Maybe, but you asked for it, didn’t you?”

“I did.” I nod because it’s the truth.

“Why do you push every fucking button with me Demon?” He growls.

“Why do you call me that?” I deviate. “Why Demon?”

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