by Piper Stone
“Soon, I’m going to fuck you,” Rafael stated with his own primal growl.
I tried to keep my gaze locked on him as the climax rushed into me. I wanted nothing more than to have his big, thick cock buried deep inside. “Yes. Yes...” My breath was stolen as the single orgasm swept into a second, this one so powerful that I couldn’t move.
Jax blew across my pussy before smacking my swollen folds several times. “Come again, sweet brat.”
The second he pressed his lips against my wetness, I exploded again. The dichotomy of agony and ecstasy was unimaginable. I could no longer feel my arms or legs. My entire world was wrapped around the amazing climax jetting into every muscle like a bottle rocket.
There was no relaxing, no catching my breath.
Rafael wrapped his hand around my wrist, dragging me to my feet and onto my toes. “Now, you’re mine. Mine to kiss. Mine to tease. Mine to fuck.” He crushed his lips over mine as he fisted my hair.
The hardness of his cock throbbing between my legs created butterflies in my stomach. I pressed my palm against his chest, marveling in the way his muscles felt between my fingers. He was just as gorgeous as the others, sculpted as if made from the perfect stone, created to be admired. The thought was ridiculous but delicious, the kiss even more passionate than I’d felt with Sawyer.
The flood of vibrant colors floating across my field of vision was spectacular, leaving me trembling in his arms.
Rafael rubbed his other hand down my back, cupping and squeezing my bottom as he held me. There was no getting away from either of them.
Not that I wanted to.
The thought and realization were almost paralyzing. I was crazy. I was caught up in some ridiculous feeding frenzy of a fantasy.
But as the kiss continued, I seemed to melt into Rafael’s arms, digging my fingers into his glorious skin.
When he finally broke the intimacy, the look on his face had changed to one of utter domination. “I’m going to fuck you in that tight little channel of yours, but first, we’re going to discipline you for your earlier bad behavior.”
I had no time to object. He turned me around, pushing me against the dresser then grabbing his belt. When he kicked my legs apart, I took gasping breaths. “I promise I won’t...” Why the hell was I promising anything? I wasn’t even entirely certain what I’d said or if I could make any sense. I’d been stupid before, my frustration for my body’s betrayal coming out in the most childish manner.
Or maybe fear had kept me from falling into their spell earlier. Either way, I was lost in a dazzling series of emotions that I could no longer control. This wasn’t love. This wasn’t even about kinky sex. This was something entirely different and should terrify me.
Then why did I just climax several times?
Rafael pushed his hand against the small of my back, shaking his head as if admonishing me. “You’re going to watch me punish you. Then you’re going to keep your eyes pinned on mine as I take what belongs to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Now my voice was quivering. I gripped the dresser, the edge biting into my stomach as I prepared for the blast of agony. Even the look in his eyes had changed, as if he was determined to make certain I knew all three of them owned every inch of my body.
His gaze remained filled with lust as he rolled the thick leather strap down my back, shifting it between my legs.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
As he shifted the belt back and forth from one inner thigh to the other, I held my breath. He issued a series of growls before sliding the strap up the crack of my ass.
The first hard crack was all about sound, the whoosh and the snap of his wrist echoing in my ears.
The second sent a wave of energy into my extremities even though the sting was jarring.
By the third and fourth, I was shifted into a wave of anguish, the white-hot heat searing through every muscle.
“Oh, God. Oh...” I bent over, gasping for air as my body shook even more violently than before.
“Stay in position and do not take your eyes off me or we will start again,” Rafael reminded me as he caressed from one cheek to the other, his fingers brushing ever so delicately.
I lifted my head, allowing the single tear to slip past my lashes before darting a glance at Jax. He stood with his arms crossed, obviously waiting his turn. While Sawyer was one powerful man, these two were brutes in disguise, more dominating than anyone I’d ever been with.
Gritting my teeth, I waited until Rafael snapped his wrist again, bringing the belt down not once but twice over my sit spot. There was nothing in the world that could ever have prepared me for such a harsh punishment.
I would never be such a disobedient girl again.
Rafael’s face became pinched, yet his eyes were as beautiful as they were mesmerizing, allowing me to get lost in their soulful look. His nostrils flared every time he cracked the belt, his chest heaving from his exaggerated deep breaths.
“Oh. Oh... That hurts,” I managed, licking my parched lips as I struggled to keep staring at the horrible reflection of myself; my hair hanging in my face, my cheeks red, mascara starting to run. I was a mess. One horrible, freaking mess.
But I’d never felt so alive in my entire life.
There was no reason to explain the change or the excitement that continued to surge through me like a wildfire. I was simply no longer the same girl I’d once been.
Because they’d captured me.
Because they’d punished me.
Because they’d... fucked me.
I bit back a laugh as another four strikes came in a row, each one more painful than the one before. Another two then three tears trickled down my cheeks. I was embarrassed they’d come close to breaking me. I was horrified that I’d allowed even one of them to see me cry.
Rafael made several guttural sounds then caressed me in such a loving manner, brushing the tips of his fingers across my bruised and heated skin. Then he did something I would never have expected.
He wiped away my tears with his thumb then eased it into his mouth, sucking as he kept his head closer to mine.
I was shaken to the core as I watched him, the act much more intimate than anything I could imagine. Every part of me tingled even as the wave of anguish continued to roll into my body. There was something extremely powerful about Rafael, as if he’d also been awakened, the monster released from his cage.
That’s the moment I accepted that I would always be their prisoner. I could run and I could hide, but they would come and find me.
While the thought was both thrilling and terrifying, I couldn’t fathom what would happen in the days to come.
“You’re beautiful when you cry,” he muttered then resumed his place. “Only four more.”
I wanted to close my eyes, to will away his command, but I did as I was told, watching every action he made as he folded the belt once again, lifting his arm. There was no sound or I was no longer able to hear anything but the wild beating of my heart. The second he brought the strap down, connecting with my bottom, the force shoved me hard against the dresser, dragging a series of whimpers from the depths of my being.
As shocking as the pain had been before, this time, I was floored that the agony morphed into something else entirely. A moment of the sublime, pushing my mind and thoughts into the stratosphere. Confusion rushed in as well, yanking at my will, yet I remained where I was supposed to, accepting my punishment like the good little girl I’d become.
When the last strike has been given, Rafael tossed the belt, advancing like a true predator. He yanked my hips away from the dresser before positioning both my hands on the glass.
“Now watch as I fuck you in that tight little pussy of yours. Then I’m going to claim your ass.” Rafael’s words were husky, his eyes dilated as he locked his eyes with mine.
I arched my back, the anticipation killing me, my hunger off the charts. I was ready to be taken, to be used over and over again.
He wasted no tim
e, sliding the tip of his cock up and down the crack of my ass before positioning it to my entrance. When he leaned over, I almost closed my eyes. I almost disobeyed him, but I managed to obey. There was nothing like the carnal expression he wore.
The man was going to devour me.
Then both would take me.
Then all three.
I bit my lower lip, blinking in an effort to focus. Now I wanted to see everything, to watch him brutally fucking me.
Rafael issued a series of growls then drove the entire length of his cock inside. “Yes...”
“Oh... Oh, yes.” My muscles strained to accept, pulsing against his throbbing cock. I was so wet but as he pulled out then thrust again, I could feel him reaching my womb. Everything was a beautiful blur as he fucked me, driving deep inside like a wild animal. But the embers that had been building had been torched, turning into a raging fire.
“So tight. So fucking wet,” he breathed and lowered his head as he ground his hips against me. The feel of his lips pressed against my neck added to the sensations as well as increasing my pulse. “I could fuck you for days.” His chuckle was dark, laced with evil as he dug his fingers into my hips, plunging in rapid motions, pushing us both against the dresser.
There was no stopping him, his muscles bulging and the veins in his neck popping. He became the dangerous man, the wild savage that refused to be denied.
I allowed myself to get lost in the fantasy, darting my gaze toward Jax, his expression hard and cold. The man wouldn’t be denied but for so long.
“Damn,” Rafael whispered, his entire body tensing. “I could come inside of you right now but Jax and I have other things in mind for you, our sweet brat.”
When he pulled away, I let out a strangled moan, my pussy still clenching then releasing.
If seconds passed, it was difficult to tell. Jax yanked me into his arms, the force lifting me into the air. I had no other choice but to wrap my legs around his hips as he swiveled me around, shoving me hard against the wall, the look on his face just as carnal as Rafael’s had been.
There was an evil glint in his eyes as he held me aloft, his chest heaving before he released an exaggerated breath. When he pressed his lips against my tummy, I gasped, the slight touch enough to further ignite the fuel burning within. He made several guttural sounds as he licked down my stomach, swirling his tongue around my belly button.
I couldn’t catch my breath, had no way of holding onto anything but I knew he wouldn’t allow me to slip out of his hands.
“I... Yes, I...” My words were scattered, my mind far too foggy to be able to put a coherent sentence together. When he finally lowered me down, I knew exactly what he had planned for me.
Fucking me like the wild beast he’d become.
Every muscle in my body twitched as he dragged his cockhead up and down my slickened folds.
“Are you hungry, little brat?” Jax huffed, his tone husky.
“Uh-huh.”
I could tell by his eyes that he wasn’t willing to wait any longer. The smile curling across his lip gave me a series of chills. The moment he thrust me down, driving his cock inside, I clawed his arms, no longer recognizing the animalistic sounds pushing past my lips.
“Fuck. Yes. Oh...” I licked my lips, clenched my feet together as he thrust into me, forcing me to ride him like a wild animal. I was so aroused, my nipples aching to be plucked and twisted, my heart racing from the rush of electricity.
Jax was so at ease, as if his actions required no exertion, plunging hard and fast, his powerful muscles taking full control.
But this was just the beginning.
As Jax turned me around, I felt the heat of Rafael’s body as he joined us, his breathing just as ragged as before. I clung to Jax as Rafael rubbed his hands down my spine, cupping my bottom. There was no doubt what he was planning.
I sucked in my breath, my entire body tingling as he pressed the tip of his shaft between my ass cheeks, finding my dark hole. The men were brutal, unforgiving, and they were going to do whatever they hungered for. I closed my eyes, lowering my head as Rafael pressed his cockhead into my dark hole.
For all the fantasies that had entered my mind, I could never have expected to embrace the darkness that had enveloped me, drawing me into a powerful desire that refused to be denied.
“I couldn’t wait to fuck you in your ass,” Rafael growled as he gripped my hips. As he pushed in an inch at a time, he lowered his head, sucking on my neck.
There were no words to describe the intensity of the pain or the all-encompassing increasing rapture that shifted into every cell. Every part of my body exploded from the red-hot heat rushing like tentacles, wrapping around every muscle.
“Oh...” The single word mixed with the series of moans erupting from the depths of my being. As both men began to fuck me, plunging in brutal motions, I lolled my head against Jax’s shoulder, barely able to catch my breath. There was nothing but the sound of our passion, all time standing still.
I was surprised when Jax captured my mouth, the kiss one a lover would give. Nothing about the intimacy was what I would have expected. Even when he pressed his tongue inside, slicing his against mine, his actions didn’t compare to his brutal fucking, his cock filling me so completely.
The wave of pain from Rafael’s cock buried deep inside my ass quickly morphed into something spectacular, utter bliss shooting through every pore, clawing at my insides. I had no control and even as I pressed my hands against Jax’s chest, I knew there was no escaping.
As the powerful orchestration continued, the kiss becoming a passionate roar, I surrendered in a way I would never have imagined. It was as if I truly believed I belonged to them.
The brutes.
The savages.
My captors.
There was no way of knowing how long the hard fucking lasted, but as their cocks throbbed in my channels, my mischievous side took over. The moment I squeezed my muscles, both men threw back their heads and roared, erupting deep inside.
* * *
Wake up.
“What?” I mumbled, trying to figure out who’d said the words.
Wake the hell up.
The voice was mine. What...
Sleep.
A noise. What was I hearing?
I tumbled up from a beautiful dream, dragging the pillow closer to my face. As I inhaled, the scent entirely masculine and ripped with testosterone, I moaned and rolled over, my entire body aching from the amazing sex as well as the spanking. The way the sheets shifted across my bruised bottom was a reminder of the round of discipline I’d received. Shivering, I finally opened my eyes, blinking several times as I reached my arm out. The king-sized bed was empty.
You aren’t in a fantasy.
The words reverberated in the back of my mind, the harshness of the tone just as I’d heard before. Why couldn’t I remain in a beautiful land where heroes came true?
Because they aren’t your heroes.
I rubbed my hand across the sheets, realizing they were still warm to the touch. The two men hadn’t been gone for that long. After blinking a few additional times, my eyes became accustomed to the darkness as well as the sound of the wind. Something was banging against the back of the house, perhaps one of the trees.
But there was another sound, something I couldn’t identify.
Him.
Sawyer.
I could swear I felt his presence, as if he’d been watching the entire time. My pussy quivering, I was terrified to turn over. I tried to remember everything that had happened, yanking my pillow close to me again. They’d taken me more than once. But only two men. Sawyer hadn’t joined us.
The single creak of the floorboards yanked at my emotions. Very slowly I turned over, trying to stay as quiet as possible. There was no doubt the door was closing but I’d caught a glimpse of his face.
Sawyer.
He’d been watching me sleep, checking to see that his prey remained locked away like the fragile little
bird he assumed I was.
Something buried deep inside reacted, a slice of anger rushing into my system. I threw back the covers, quietly easing out of bed. I could swear I heard voices just outside the room. As I pressed my ear to the door, I held my breath.
“What are we going to do with her?” Rafael asked, a hint of sadness in his tone.
“There is no choice,” Sawyer stated.
I could swear there was remorse in his voice.
“We get rid of her as soon as it’s feasible.”
Sawyer’s words echoed in my ears.
I’d never been one to believe in knights on horses or even rich men in bright red Ferraris saving the damsel in distress. However, that was the moment I realized that fantasies were nothing but bullshit and that I could no longer be a fool.
Fuck them.
Fuck whatever had happened to Sawyer.
And fuck Carter and his secrets.
I smiled as I shifted backward. Fuck all of them.
Chapter Twelve
Sawyer
“Do you know why I agreed to go into business with you?” Carter’s voice held more than his usual tone of contempt.
“What kind of a game are you playing, Carter?” I’d asked, attempting to ignore the fact he’d barged into my office. The way he was swirling his drink pissed me off, as if he held some kind of secret over my head.
“Because you wouldn’t fight to become the top dog. In other words, you might have good ideas as far as designing, but you’re gullible, easy to play. Stupid.” He spat out the last word with utter joy.
And at that moment, I longed to have a weapon in my hand. There was no doubt I’d pull the trigger.
I rolled the drink across my jeans as I continued to stare into the darkness, the combined sound of the waves crashing against the shore as well as the ridiculous wind fueling the anger pooling in my belly. I fingered the gun I’d positioned on my lap, running my finger along the hunk of cold steel. If only I’d brought my weapon to the office that day. Would things be any different?
