Chapter 28 #2
But he didn’t give me time to adjust. His fingers drove in, deep and punishing, curling inside me, pressing against nerves I wasn’t aware existed. A sob tore from my lips, still my body clenched around him, traitorous in its response.
He spread his fingers, pulling me apart from the inside, making me feel the full force of his possession. A slow thrust, then another, each movement claiming more of me, forcing my body to yield, to accept.
“Look at you,” he grunted, dragging his teeth over my shoulder as his fingers twisted inside me. “Taking me so well. Just like you were made for it.”
That’s my girl. That hunger whispered. They own you now. Just like I did.
I felt every thick inch of him as he fucked me open with his fingers, pushing deeper, adding a third, stretching me even wider, until the pleasure turned brutal, unbearable.
My body betrayed me completely, hips rolling back, seeking more, the shame of my open need choking as my brother took me apart piece by piece.
The room breathed with heat. It wrapped around me, thick, oppressive, drowning out everything but them. Their scent. Their hands. Their mouths.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe past the weight of Silas in front of me, Theo behind me.
I had nowhere to run.
And they knew it.
I twisted away, my lips trembling as I whispered. “Please.”
Silas moved instantly. His fingers bit into my jaw, forcing my head up as his breath ghosted against my cheek. Rough, possessive, hungry.
“Please?” He growled. “Please what, Angel? Please let you go…please fuck you? You want to tell us the truth now? How about start with you telling us how much you hate us? Go on,” his fingers clenched harder, driving the soft flesh of my cheek against my teeth. “Say you hate us.”
Tears sprang to my eyes.
I wanted to.
I tried to.
But the words died on my tongue as Theo’s finger pushed deeper into my ass, and he slid a finger of his other hand between my thighs, fingers gliding over slick heat.
“You can’t run from this,” Theo whispered, dark and cruel, his teeth grazing my pulse as his fingers slid lower, teasing my slick heat, his touch too slow, too precise—as if he was waiting for me to break.
“You still think you can keep lying to us?” Theo murmured, his voice laced with cruelty. “We know you, Angel. We see you.”
I clenched my eyes shut as my body responded, heat licked deeper making me squirm.
“You wanted to run?” He whispered, his expert fingers dragging every shudder from between my thighs. “And yet?—”
His fingers curled inside me, pressing deep, and my back arched in response.
“You let us catch you.”
A mocking smile played on Silas’s lips. His fingers eased, releasing their cruel hold.
“You didn’t run, Angel,” Silas’s dark eyes glinted. “You came straight back.”
Theo stroked…and stroked…and stroked. My thighs parted wider, hips rocking helplessly against his hand.
I hated them.
Hated them so much.
And yet I bit my lip and dropped my head, that desperate need climbing inside me.
Silas unleashed a groan, his hands sliding to my waist, rocking me as Theo’s fingers drove inside.
“ This is what she wanted,” Theo’s voice was husky and raw, dragging out his fingers only to drive them in deep again. “She just needed us to take it.”
I clenched my eyes shut, that desperate urgency begging me to stop, to run…to do anything.
But I couldn’t.
Because they knew…
How to break me.
Good girl, Angelica.
That voice whispered.
Now let go.
I opened my eyes and lifted my head. It was someone else who commanded me, taking control as I plunged deep into the depths of Silas’s harrowing stare. A flicker of carnal desperation ignited in the depths before he moved, slamming his mouth against mine.
He kissed with the kind of passion I’d never known, hungry and desperate. I opened my mouth for him, letting him take more as his brother took me higher and higher.
I felt burned alive between them, my skin flushed, my pulse hammering, my mind spiraling into a suffocating haze of control, heat, surrender as Theo pulled away. The slide of fabric against skin came before the slow slide of a zipper.
“Can’t fucking stand it,” Theo growled. “I’m not waiting.”
Silas’s mouth broke away, leaving my lips hot and slick as the bed dipped harder behind me and Theo’s warm chest pressed against my back. His cock pressing against my inner thigh, hard, relentless, and Silas wasn’t any better, his body coiled like a predator on the edge of losing himself.
I pushed back against Theo, my ass driving against his thigh as his cock rubbed me. I was a ticking time bomb.
And so were they.
“Tell us,” Silas moved against me, his warm chest wedging me against his brother. “Tell us what you are.”
I whimpered, desperate, the words clawing up my throat, a plea and a confession tangled on my tongue.
I tried to hold it in as Theo’s cock slipped along my crease, the thick head searching for a way in.
God I wanted him.
I wanted both of them more than I’d ever wanted anyone in my life.
Silas looked down, parting my thighs with his strong hands, looking down as Theo teased, pushing in just enough to stretch me before pulling out.
“Tell us,” my older brother demanded, lifting those incensed eyes to mine. “Tell us who you belong to.”
“You,” I gasped as Theo slipped back out, then plunged in.
I bucked with the invasion, my thighs slamming wider.
“I’m all yours.”
Silas’s growl was feral as he gripped my hips, driving my body down hard on his brother.
Theo cursed under his breath.
And I knew—I’d lost everything.
Now you belong to them, that voice whispered.
“Fuck,” Theo grunted driving in harder. “I’m not going to last here.”
“That’s fine,” Silas murmured, dropping his hand to the button of his jeans. “I’ll do what needs to be done.”
The slide of metal on metal came before Silas slid back off his bed, kicking his shoes off and pushed down his jeans.
Theo growled, his big hand on the middle of my back pushed me low. My ass was exposed for him, my pussy quivering and desperate as he thrust harder, slamming inside me over and over until with a hard grunt he stilled, deep inside me.
Warmth spilled.
My breaths were hard and hot, my chest heaving.
But Silas was there, grabbing me around my hips and pulled me free. The room blurred around me as I was spun around and pushed back against the soft bedding.
Silas was on top of me before I knew. Strong hands slid along my arms to capture my wrists. He rose above me, blocking out the glare of the overhead lights.
I whimpered, my body caught in an impossible war of terror and desire.
“You’re ours, remember?” Silas growled, his cock pushing between my thighs, his eyes blazing with possession and something darker.
“Take her for fucks sake,” Theo growled.
But as I stared into Silas’s eyes I knew this was more than a fuck for him. He eased his body down against me, those thick thighs parting mine as his hands clenched around mine.
“Ours,” Silas breathed and slid inside me.
This had nothing to do with possession.
This was a claiming on the deepest levels.
Look at you, giving in so perfectly. That whisper moved through me as Silas thrust deep. You were never going to win, you get that right? You were always meant to be taken.
“Mine,” Silas growled, dropping his weight against me, his breath hot and heavy in my ear as he fucked me. “You get that, little sister? You. Belong. To. Me.”