Die For Me (The Consumed Series Book 2)

Hana

Does he buy it?

Michael tilted his head to the side, eyeing me suspiciously. “You want us to fight each other?” he asked, still hovering over me.

“Yes.” I nodded, purposefully biting my lip.

Does that still work on him?

“Have you really gone mad, Hana?”

He finally stood, backing away from me and then crossing his arms. I sat up on the bed and watched as he surveyed me; he still seemed amused by me. And he was still aroused—I could tell from his hard dick underneath his jeans.

“Think about it, Michael—sir. This is the only way I have the power to decide how my fate will end up. You two just need to fight it out.”

I was making this up as I went. What I really needed was just one minute alone and my plan would work.

Michael still eyed me, putting his hand up to his beard and scratching it; I knew that was a nervous tick of his. I was getting to him.

“And what if the person who wins this fight isn’t the father of your child?” he finally asked, his eyes all of a sudden nervous.

I panicked for a moment. “Then we can make another one,” I offered.

A quick flicker of a grin washed over his face before he tried to hide it.

“So you have all the answers then, hm?”

“I try my best, sir.”

Michael narrowed his eyes at me before he finally gave me a grin.

Were we all of a sudden getting playful with each other? It felt like old times, me being the subtle little brat that I was, and him trying his hardest not to show how much I amused him.

“Okay, if this is how you want to play, Hana.” He slowly walked toward me. “Then you do as I say before he gets here. A last little soirée before I bludgeon him with my bare hands.”

My heart raced, and my chest began rising and falling quickly. Fuck, he could be so intimidating and scary.

“Yes, sir,” I responded, tears flowing down my cheeks.

Michael put his hand to my face as he looked down at me, tracing his thumb over my lip.

“When he gets here, I want you to be choking on my dick. I want that to be the first thing he sees when he walks through that door.”

As spiteful as it was, I couldn’t help but get wet at his words, at his voice, at his dominance. I knew it would destroy Jack seeing us like that, but it got me one step closer to my plan.

“Yes, sir,” I breathed out.

Michael held my hand as he took me downstairs; I was still completely naked and almost felt self-conscious being this way with Michael. He sat me down on the couch that sat directly adjacent to the front door. He went into the kitchen and started going through drawers. I eyed every inch of the living room to see if there was anything I could use to my advantage for my little plan. Well, my big plan. Only seconds later, Michael came out of the kitchen holding a butcher knife, a smile plastered on his face.

“An incentive if he, or you, tries anything funny,” he explained as he walked to the couch where I sat. “Stand up,” he ordered.

I quickly stood and waited for my next command. Michael took my seat and motioned to the floor.

“On your knees. Take my dick out and worship it.”

Fuck. His words caused an ache deep in my core that shot straight to my pussy.

I licked my lips and slowly got to my knees in front of him. I had longed for this moment for so long, to be his submissive, to give in to him. I reached my shaky hands to his zipper and pulled down his boxer briefs, his huge, hard cock springing free. I looked up at him for approval, and he nodded as he watched me take him in my hand. I noticed he had put the butcher knife on the end table beside him, his hands now pushing my hair out of my face and putting it behind my head.

“Take me all in, baby. Best as you can,” he said, his deep, velvety voice and erection making my mouth water.

I licked my lips, teasing him with my tongue first. Then I placed my mouth on his cock and tried to inch down further. His hands shoved my head down so I was literally choking on his dick, my gagging making my spit fall down to his jeans and my chin.

“Oh baby, how I’ve missed your pretty mouth around my cock,” he moaned.

I moaned as well, hoping the vibration would satisfy him even more. I did it louder as he pushed his hips up so he could get further down my throat and fuck my face.

“Touch your pussy, Hana. Make yourself come with my dick in your mouth,” he demanded, knowing I would be dripping for him.

I put my hand between my thighs and started to rub my clit, my pussy already slippery and eager for release. The tension and pleasure build, and I moaned loud as Michael fucked my face before I heard him say, “Come now, Hana.”

My orgasm released with fury, my pussy clenching around my fingers and my moan now practically a muffled scream around Michael’s dick.

“Perfect timing, baby. He’s here.”

Michael’s cock slipped from my mouth as I looked over at the headlights approaching the house then Michael gave my face another hard slap.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, Hana. Keep your mouth on my dick,” he ordered angrily.

I hesitantly put my mouth around his hard cock, bobbing up and down as I heard a car door shut.

“Hana!” Jack yelled from the other side of the door, his footsteps approaching.

I was able to poke my head up as the front door slammed open, Jack appearing in the door frame. His eyes were wide as he took in the scene.

“Get away from him, Hana,” he growled, his eyes seething with rage.

I started to stand, but Michael took my wrist in his hand and dragged me down onto his lap.

“No, mate. She’s going to stay right here until I tell you the plan,” Michael responded. Then he lifted me up quickly and sat me down perfectly on his cock, sliding into me as I faced Jack.

I gasped, and Michael tugged my hands behind my back, keeping them there and forcing himself deep into me. Jack’s face turned into boiling outrage.

“Jack,” I moaned, unable to lift myself off Michael as he forced me to look at Jack while he fucked me.

“Don’t you fucking move, Jack. Or I’ll take this knife and slit her throat as I fuck her,” Michael spit out, the knife already in his hand as his other held my wrists.

Jack’s eyes were wide as he stared at us, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut—seeing him like this, having him see me like this was too much to bear.

“Get her the fuck off you before I fucking rip you to pieces,” he spit out.

“What’s wrong, mate? Can’t stand to see your wife get fucked better by another man?” Michael jested and then released his hand from my wrists, freeing them before wrapping his arm around my belly and my arms to keep me from getting up. My eyes already back open, I looked up at Jack.

“Fuck, she’s so fucking wet. So fucking tight,” Michael moaned, and I was finally able to see Jack’s erection growing under his jeans.

Oh my god, maybe this would be easier than I thought.

Jack was stunned still, anger and confusion clear on his face. He liked watching too. These two men, who absolutely hated each other, loved watching me get fucked.

“Jack,” I moaned. “Jack, please…I’m gonna come.” I didn’t know what I was pleading for, but my pussy throbbed as my climax edged nearer.

“Jack, put your dick in my mouth. Please,” I begged.

Michael didn’t say anything as he continued to pump his hips up and down, going deep inside of me as his breaths hitched. Jack slowly walked toward us like he was approaching wild animals.

Michael finally spoke quickly as he set down the knife. “Come on then, mate. Give your wife what she wants.”

Jack was already pulling out his cock as he stopped in front of me, and Michael let go of me, gripping my hips with both of his hands as he continued to fuck me. I grabbed Jack’s erection and quickly took him in my mouth as his fists gripped my hair. He began to fuck my face, grunting and enjoying himself. The two men that I loved were inside of me. As I realized this, I finally came, my moans loud and my orgasm so intense that it rolled into two, and my head feeling dazed. I suddenly felt Jack’s warm release shoot into my mouth, and then Michael dug his nails into my hips, both of them moaning and grunting loudly.

It was quiet except for the sound of all three of us catching our breath. I looked up at Jack, and his eyes were closed as his head pointed upward; I turned my head and saw Michael eyeing me, desire still clear in his eyes. This is your chance—do it now, Hana.

I quickly grabbed the knife from the end table and bolted for the other side of the room. I turned around to face them and held the knife to my neck. Michael’s and Jack’s faces seemed angry and terrified.

“Don’t either of you fucking move,” I yelled, my voice strong and loud. “You both listen to me now, or else I’ll take this knife and slit my throat before you two even blink.”

Jack and Michael stood still in the living room, their faces stunned as they watched me. I had their attention; they were listening to me.

“This is what I want from both of you.”