33. Flora
33
FLORA
M y fingers tighten around the handle of the hammer. I could have handled this in many ways, but this is best. The perfect punishment, an ass for an ass, if you will.
I couldn’t have asked for more fitting instruments of revenge than Colt and Nash. Revenge is a sweet dish best served cold, and they’re cold as ice.
I watch as Colt strokes their cocks, the muscles in his arms bunching. Tommy and Jake are bound and helpless on all fours.
“Don’t let them come, Colt. They don’t deserve it—I never did.” My voice is steady despite the storm of emotions inside me. “This isn’t about pleasure; it’s about pain.”
Nash arches one of his brows at me as my eyes meet his. I nod, and he understands. Time to stop playing and get serious. They’ve had their fun; now it’s my turn. I yank the hammer carelessly out of Jake’s ass and bring it down on Tommy’s back with a satisfying thud. He screams, his voice echoing in the confined space.
“Let’s see how tough you really are, Tommy. Let’s see how you like a little pain.” I bring the hammer down again and again. It’s cathartic, freeing. Every swing of the hammer releases more of the weight I’ve carried since I turned sixteen.
I pause, looking at Jake, who is whimpering and struggling against his binds. “Your turn, Jake. Let’s see how you like it.” I stride over to him and slam the hammer into his back, relishing the sound of flesh meeting metal. “You both deserve this and so much more.”
Nash moves to stand behind me, his chest pressing against my back. His arms wrap around me, holding me close as we survey the destruction we’ve wrought.
I don’t want this to end. I want to stay in this moment, feeling powerful and in control. Nash’s lips brush my ear as he whispers, “Trade me?” He takes the hammer from my hand, replacing it with a knife.
“Let’s slow things down a bit, angel. We want to savor this, don’t we?” He slides the knife into Jake’s ass cheek, twisting it slightly. Jake screams, his voice piercing the silence. “That’s it, scream for us. Let us feast on your fear for a change. After all, it’s only fair, right?”
I wield the knife, my hands trembling. I want to draw this out, too, and make them pay for every moment of pain they inflicted on me. I bring it to Tommy’s back, running it across his flesh hard. “I’ll give you something to scream about.”
Colt leans against the wall, a satisfied smile on his face. “She’s got a talent for this, Nash. I think she might be a natural.”
Nash winks at me, his dimples flashing. “Oh, I know she is. Our little bird has been hiding her sharp edges.” He pulls another knife from his pocket and slices the knife across Jake’s back. “Beautiful, Flora. Keep going.”
I step forward, the knife in my hand feeling like an extension of myself. Something inside me has shifted, and I feel powerful beyond measure.
“That’s it, angel. No need to rush,” Colt says, his voice a low rumble. “Take your time and enjoy it.”
I turn back to Tommy, digging the knife in a little deeper, a spark of satisfaction igniting within me as he cries out.
“Please,” he begs through his gag, his voice breaking. “Stop, please.”
Colt laughs; the sound is cruel and void of any compassion. “Not a chance, Tommy boy. You’ve only just begun to suffer.”
I work the knife across Tommy’s back, creating a crisscross pattern that mirrors Nash’s handiwork on Jake. The blade slices flesh like a warm knife through butter, and I feel a rush of heady power.
“That’s perfect, Flora,” Nash says, his voice steady. “You were made for this.”
I smile, feeling a sense of pride. Cutting them is almost like cutting away the pain they inflicted on me, slicing through the scars they left on my soul.
Colt moves to stand behind me, his body a solid presence at my back. His arms come around me, guiding my hand, making the cuts deeper. “That’s it, angel. Let it all out.”
I lean into him, relishing his strength. Together, we cut, marking their flesh, our rhythmic movements in sync. Jake and Tommy’s pleas and screams fill the room, music to my ears.
“You thought you could get away with it,” Nash says. “You thought you could hurt her, and there would be no consequences.”
“But you were wrong,” Colt continues. “We’re here now, and we’re not going to stop until she’s satisfied that she has gotten her pound of flesh.”
I’m covered in blood, and I’ve never felt more alive. I glance down at Tommy and Jake. Their bodies are broken, bleeding, and bruised, but they’re still breathing.
Nash’s hand on my arm startles me, and I stop. My chest rises and falls with the effort of catching my breath, my hands clutching the knife tightly. I glance at him, then at Colt, and I see the blood that spatters their clothes and skin. They’re splattered with my revenge.
“That’s enough, angel,” Nash says, his voice quiet. He must see a wild look in my eyes. Something has changed within me; something has clicked into place, and I want more.
But Nash’s words bring me back to the present. I blink, looking down at the knife in my hand. I don’t want to stop. I feel powerful, untouchable.
Nash and Colt have a primal hunger in their eyes. A dark desire that I can feel rolling off of them in waves, fueling my own desires. I want—no, I need—to touch them, to feel their skin against mine. But more than that, I want to own them, possess them, the way they’ve possessed me.
I step forward, driven by an impulse I don’t fully understand. My hands reach for them, drawn by the fierce protectiveness they inspire.
Colt’s eyes meet mine. “You’ve got fire in your eyes, angel. Put it somewhere useful.” His hands palm the bulge in his jeans, and a wicked smile plays on his lips. “You look so fucking sexy like this. You were made for blood and darkness.”
My breath catches in my throat at his words. I’ve never felt so alive, so in control. Hearing him say those words to seeing the raw desire in his eyes sets my blood on fire.
Nash steps closer, and I meet his gaze. “We’re yours, Flora, like you are ours. Do with us as you will.” He, too, palms himself through his jeans, the bulge straining against the denim.
I want to taste them, mark them as mine. My hands reach for their shirts, tugging them off, revealing their sculpted chests. I run my hands over their skin, feeling their warmth, their strength. I step closer, my body fitting perfectly between theirs.
Their lips find mine, mouths colliding in hunger and need. Our tongues tangle, dueling for dominance, each trying to take control. I kiss them both, my lips moving from one to the other.
Their hands are on me, palming my ass, pulling me closer. I can feel their cocks pressing into me, their desire matching my own. We move as a tangle of limbs and mouths, each seeking to satisfy the other.
Nash’s lips leave mine, trailing kisses down my neck as Colt takes his turn, his mouth claiming mine in a passionate kiss. Their hands roam my body, setting my skin on fire and leaving trails of flame in their wake.
Colt’s hands move to the button of my pants, popping it open with a feral urgency.
I pull away, gasping for breath. “Together,” I rasp, my voice thick with desire. “I want you both at the same time.”
“Are you sure you’re ready for that, angel?” Colt asks.
Nash clears his throat. “Yeah, we only started prepping you yesterday.”
I nod, knowing without a doubt that this is the perfect moment. Standing amidst the carnage of my vengeance, my heart pounding with primal exhilaration, our clothes are stained, but I don’t care about the blood on my skin or the destruction around me. I can only focus on the two men before me, their eyes burning with the same fierce hunger within me.
“I need this,” I utter, holding Colt’s gaze. “I know you won’t hurt me.”
Colt steps forward, his hands reaching for the hem of my shirt. I let him pull it over my head.
Nash moves behind me, his hands already working to rid me of my bra. I arch my back, offering myself to him a silent invitation. Once I’m naked, both Colt and Nash step in front of me and start to undress each other, their eyes never leaving mine.
I want to touch, taste, and feel their skin against mine.
But Colt’s hands are on me first, his lips close to my ear. “You like the sight of blood on us, angel? Turns you on?”
“Yes,” I whisper, my eyes dropping to the sheen of blood that coats their skin. “It makes you even hotter.”
A feral grin spreads across his face, and he lifts me, my body pressed against his. The hard planes of his chest press against my nipples, and I moan. My arms wrap around his neck, holding on as he settles me against him, his cock nestled between my legs, straining toward me.
Nash is behind me, his chest pressing against my back. I feel his lips on my shoulder, and then his hands glide down my spine, hitching my breath.
“You’re so wet for us, baby,” Colt murmurs, his dick teasing my core. “I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” His mouth slants over mine in a hungry kiss. His tongue tangles with mine, dueling for dominance. One of his hands cups my ass, tilting my hips to meet the insistent press of his cock.
Nash’s finger circles my ass, slick with lube. “Fuck,” he growls. “I want to feel her tight ass around my cock, Colt.”
Colt growls while Nash’s finger pushes inside me, and I tilt my hips to grant him better access.
His finger thrusts, preparing me as I surrender to the sensations. I bury my face in Colt’s neck, inhaling his scent, my body trembling with anticipation.
“That’s it, baby,” Nash murmurs, adding a second finger. “Relax for me; let me in.”
Nash’s fingers work inside me, stretching my ass. I rock my hips gently, my body instinctively seeking more.
“That’s my good girl,” Colt rasps, his lips against my ear. “Take it all, angel. Take what he’s giving you.”
Nash’s fingers continue to work inside me, my body yielding to his touch.
Colt’s hands squeeze my ass, encouraging me. “You’re doing so good.”
Nash’s fingers slip out, and I whimper, my body yearning for more. But the sensation is quickly replaced by the broad head of a well-lubed dildo.
“Let’s get you suitably stretched exactly how we did yesterday. Then, we’ll see if you can take my cock,” Nash instructs.
Colt holds me close, his strong arms wrapping around me, providing the comfort I didn’t know I needed. I bury my face in his neck, breathing in his familiar scent, calming. He rests his chin on my head, and I feel his hands gently trace circles on my back, soothing away the lingering tension. Colt’s hard cock pushes against my clit, and he makes slow movements as he rubs it against me, making me moan.
Behind me, Nash works the dildo, slick with lube, into my ass. I gasp at the stretch, but it’s not as uncomfortable as the first time. My body relaxes around the intrusion, remembering the feeling. I tilt my hips, silently asking for more, needing it. “You’re taking it so well, baby,” Nash murmurs. “So perfect for us.”
Colt shifts, his hands moving down to cup my ass, gently spreading my cheeks, allowing more access as Nash guides the dildo deeper. Their touches are gentle, even as they prepare to claim me. I feel cherished and safe in their arms.
The dildo slips deeper, stretching me, filling me. I rock my hips back, seeking more, my body eager. Nash groans, the sound vibrating through me. “Fuck, she’s so responsive. She’s gonna take my cock so damn well.”
Colt nuzzles my hair, his lips close to my ear. “I know. She’s perfect. Just like this.”
The dildo is slowly withdrawn, leaving me wanting more. I feel empty for a moment, and then Nash is behind me again, his hands gentle as he aligns himself with my entrance. He teases my opening with the head of his cock, and I whimper, needing him inside me.
“You’re so ready for me, baby,” he says, his breath hot on my neck. “But we’re going to take this slow.”
The broad head of his cock pushes inside, stretching me further. My breath hitches as I feel the burn, but it’s a delicious discomfort that signifies the pleasure that will come.
Nash groans. “So tight… So. Fucking. Tight.”
Colt’s lips brush my ear. “You take him so perfectly, angel.”
I nod, my body relaxing. Nash’s hands squeeze my hips, holding me in place as his cock sinks deeper with each thrust. “You like that, little bird?” he demands. “My cock invading that tight ass of yours, stretching you wide?”
He bottoms out, his hips flush against my ass, and he groans, holding still.
I moan, the sound trapped against Colt’s neck as he holds me through it.
“That’s right, baby, feel it,” Nash rasps, his hips beginning to move in a slow, steady rhythm. “Feel how deep inside you I am.”
Colt looks into my eyes, his face a mask of pure desire. I can see the hunger burning in his eyes, mirroring the longing in my soul. He reaches down, his fingers dipping between my folds, his touch eliciting a gasp from my lips. I’m so sensitive from the intensity of the night, that the merest touch has me trembling.
“You’re so wet, angel. So ready for me. I plan to make you even wetter.”
My breath comes in short gasps. “Yes, please. I need you.”
“Look at her, Colt. She’s so fucking beautiful like this, begging for our cocks,” Nash murmurs.
Colt’s eyes never leave mine. “She’s perfect, isn’t she? Made for us to take.” He kisses me, his tongue tangling with mine. When he breaks away, his eyes are so dilated it takes my breath away. “Are you ready to see if you can take me, too? We’ll go slow. If you need to stop, just shout the word stop, and we will.”
I nod in reply, desperate to feel my two men inside me at the same time.
“Good girl,” he breathes, lining himself up with my pussy.
I brace myself, knowing the stretch that’s about to come.
Slowly, he pushes inside, filling me inch by torturous inch. The sensation is incredible, his thickness spreading me wide as he works his way deeper.
Nash’s hands squeeze my hips. I’m sandwiched between their solid forms, suspended by them both in the air.
The blood is everywhere, splattered on their skin, coating the floors, and yet, in that moment, it’s beautiful. A reminder of the power we hold, of the lives we’ve taken. Colt’s hands are on my hips, Nash’s around my waist, and they lift me up and down on their cocks. My body stretches to accommodate them. The sensation is overwhelming.
“I want to hear you, angel,” Colt growls, his eyes burning into mine. “Both of us stretching you, filling you up. Let me hear those moans.”
And I do as I’m told, moaning as they fuck into me in the most maddening rhythm.
Nash’s lips ghost along the shell of my ear. “Our cocks are buried so deep inside you. This is where you belong, bouncing on our dicks like a good girl.”
Up and down, their strong arms lift my body, impaling me on their cocks over and over. My back is pressed against Nash’s chest. Colt’s hands squeeze my hips, his lips pressing against my neck as he kisses me there.
“Fuck, yes,” Colt hisses against my skin. “You take us both so well, baby.”
Nash nuzzles the back of my neck. “Your body was made for us. It craves the feel of two cocks, the stretch, the burn. Doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I gasp, my head falling against his shoulder. “Please, don’t stop.”
Colt’s hands leave my hips, trailing up my body until they cup my breasts. “You like that? Being played with like our little toy?”
“Yes,” I moan. “More.”
Nash’s teeth scrape my shoulder.
The pressure builds inside me, coiling tighter with each thrust. I can feel the pleasure radiating out from my core, spreading through my body like wildfire.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Colt grunts, his hips snapping forward, driving his cock deeper. “Gonna come, angel. Gonna breed that perfect little cunt.”
Nash’s fingers move faster against my clit, his breath hot against my skin. “Me too, little bird. Gonna fill this beautiful ass.”
The pleasure spirals out of control, and I cry out, my body shaking as my climax overtakes me. My back arches, pressing me closer to Nash. I can feel the hot rush of his release inside me. Colt comes a moment later, his cock pulsing inside me, his breath hot against my neck as he growls.
They hold me, our bodies still joined, their hearts pounding against my back. I feel Nash’s lips press against my shoulder, his arms wrapped tightly around me, possessive even in the afterglow. Colt’s arms are around me as well, his breath evening out as he holds me close.
I seek Colt’s lips, needing to feel our connection. Our mouths collide, a passionate tangle of tongues and teeth, urgency still burning within us.
Nash’s hands slide up my body, his palms caressing my skin. “You’re beautiful, Flora. Wild and untameable.”
Colt pulls back, his eyes searching mine. “You’re ours. Never forget that.”
I shake my head, my hands sliding up his chest to cup his face. “I won’t. I’m yours. No matter where we go, the two of you are my home.”
Nash nuzzles my neck, his lips pressing kisses along my jawline. “Ours to take, ours to keep.”
I close my eyes, savoring the feel of them surrounding me, their warmth, their strength. I rest between them, their warmth cocooning me as my thoughts drift to how perfectly we fit together. It’s more than just how our bodies connect—something deeper defies explanation.
From that first moment at the masquerade, when Nash called me “beautiful,” I felt it. A pull, like gravity itself, was drawing us together. And Colt, with those knowing eyes that seemed to see straight through my defenses, understood me without a word.
They’re so different, yet they complete each other. Colt’s fierce protectiveness balances Nash’s calculated control. Together, they make me feel whole in a way I never thought possible. My soul recognizes theirs, like puzzle pieces clicking into place after being scattered for too long. I’m home; we are home.
This isn’t just love. Love feels too simple, too ordinary for what we share. This is primal, ancient—like we’ve danced together in past lives, always searching until we find each other again. They fill the broken spaces inside me, not by fixing them but by showing me that my edges match theirs.