Chapter 5
Five
Laila
I land in front of the third door, fist the knob. “NO!” I try it again but it’s not turning.
Two hundred pounds of Russian mafia man pins me to the locked door. Hard muscle melts to my backside and I can’t do anything. My feet are kicked apart, and a thick thigh comes up between my spread legs to settle against my tight core.
I shudder in his hold. And then I move over his leg. Not fast at first but I slowly pick up the pace. The pressure and burn of my shorts pressing into my clit is almost too much. But I can’t get it right where I need it in order to come.
“Let me help.”
My villain reaches around, cups my pussy, and presses the hard fabric of my shorts against my clit. I gasp and buck in his tight hold.
His cock digs into my ass. Whose? I can’t tell. I’m being held against an unforgiving door. I slam my eyes closed. When I rub myself against my captor like a fucking female wolf in heat the spark of electricity makes me moan with need.
It’s wrong.
It’s twisted as fuck.
And I could not be any wetter.
He moves the edge of my shorts to the side, and I pound at the door when he drags his finger through my drenched slit. The man takes his wet finger and I hear him lick it clean.
“How sweet does she taste, brother?” Dante or Bastian? Or was that Con speaking? I can’t tell since I can’t move my head and there’s not enough light in this hallway to see much.
“Fucking cotton candy, brother. Virgin juices are always the best.”
The hand is back on my sex and my shorts are being shoved aside for a second time.
“Let’s see what our sweet little birdie thinks.”
A finger is held up to my mouth. “Open, malyshka . Open for me and taste how sweet you are.” When I don’t do as I am commanded, one of them grips my chin and slants their mouth over mine. My lips are forced open, and the invasion is by a man determined to take every single thing he wants.
A hand moves to my head, fists my hair, and pulls.
“Mm,” I moan into his mouth and he’s right there eating my cries of pleasure. I try to end the kiss but the second I pull away my head is angled in a way for the next to take what they want.
“Con,” I gasp as his angular face comes into view.
When my lips open, he slips his finger in replacing the feel of his name on my tongue with the tangy sweetness of my juices.
“Suck it clean.”
His voice is low and raspy.
I do.
“Good girl.”
Between three men it only takes seconds for my clothes to hit the floor. Boots, top, and shorts all in that order.
Dante produces a knife and instead of fearing a man with a weapon, I look on as he slips the cool steel beneath the edge of my front clasp and twists.
I gasp softly as it falls open and my heavy breasts bounce free.
“Fuck, I could come just looking at these babies.” He drags the tip of his blade around my aroused nipple once. Twice. I arch into him and shudder under the daring and dark look in his eyes.
He knicks the flesh, pulling a surprised gasp from me.
“Fuck!” I groan from the slight pain of razor-thin metal cutting into delicate flesh.
Holding my gaze, he leans in and flicks his tongue over the drop of blood pooling over my warm skin.
Everything after that is a blur. My panties and what is left of my bra don’t hold up against their demands either. The scraps of silk and lace are shredded at our feet.
“Con,” I no more than whimper and I’m in strong arms, with a chest at my back and Bastian replaces Dante from the front.
My eyes drag up his clothed body. I reach for him, slipping my hands beneath the black material of his dress shirt. One button after another pops open and all that glorious muscle I knew he held away from prying eyes comes into view.
With my bare ass in Con’s strong hands, I lean forward and rake my teeth over the hard tips of Bastian’s nipples. His eyes are fierce and burning as they track my movements between one and the other. I sneak a peek and every time our eyes lock, I feel the pull of his energy deep inside me.
Behind me, Con rocks his hips against my backside and I stiffen when the hard length of his cock nudges the seam of my ass. He’s practically inside me.
“Easy, beautiful . Easy,” he soothes in his native language when my panicked eyes meet his.
“I’ve just…”
“Your ass is in need of a good fucking. This sweet pink hole needs a man’s cock filling it while another claims that virgin blood.”
If it were only that simple.
“Please,” I beg. But I don’t know if I am asking for them to give me just that or to let me go so I can run away and hide in the darkness of my past.
I tense but instead of driving into my ass and taking what he wants, Con pushes us into a bedroom and spreads me overtop a waiting Dante. Plains of hard muscle spread out before me. I’m sorry I missed him stripping out of his dress shirt and gray slacks, but the results are stunning.
His thick cock juts upward as he strokes the ready flesh. He must have entered this room from another door while Bastian and Con kept my attention on them.
I wet my lips. “Dante,” I husk.
“Come here, little birdie, and taste me.” My attention drifts down his perfect body.
Pre-cum spills over his fingers and I’m suddenly ravenous for what I shouldn’t want.
I crawl forward on my hands and knees. I lean forward to lick the sticky mess off his knuckles. Salty and sweet. Inside I’m screaming to hit the brakes, but I can’t stop now. Deep down I know I don’t want to. Fear has no place here. I need to focus on that voice and let the other fade into nothing.
If only for tonight. God, please help me.
Beside me, Bastian pulls my hair from my face and neck. He holds it high for me when I open my mouth and take the hard inches his brother offers me into my mouth. I groan around Dante and he’s right there with me only his groan is raspy and masculine. Pre-cum covers my lips and I go to lick it off, but I’m stopped short.
“Come here.” A finger draws my chin up and I transfer my attention from Dante to Bastian who takes my mouth in a hard, claiming kiss. In the time it took me to lick Dante’s cock clean, Bastian had stripped, too.
My eyes go wide as we share the taste of his friend on my tongue. Unrelenting fingers sink into my hair, and I’m held in place when I try to pull away.
I guess if he doesn’t have a problem with pre-cum, neither do I. I kiss him hard, sucking Bastian’s tongue between my lips. He does the same and together we drink in each other until we can no longer breathe. Between us, Dante continues to stroke himself, watching.
Con comes up on the bed behind me and drags his warm tongue from the base of my spine to the top between my shoulder blades. His breath fans across my cheek as he speaks softly to me.
“Spread yourself over Dante. Let him feel your heat on his cock. But don’t take him yet, krasavita . Not yet. Let us prepare you first.”
Bastian backs off so Con can ease me over Dante. From our knees to the tips of my breasts our skin glides together. Con guides my knees to either side of Dante’s hips. I shudder at the feeling of his massive girth spearing through my drenched folds.
“Dante,” I whisper with contradicting needs rushing through me. I want him to drive into me, take my virginity already and fuck me so hard I pass out. The expression in his eyes flickers between wanting to deliver on my silent wishes and promising to make it so much better.
“Come here,” he urges, and I move higher until his mouth is on mine and his hard length caresses my throbbing clit. I break away, gasping for air, but stay close enough that our lips are barely separated.
I buck wildly at the jolt of electricity pinging through me. I rock my hips overtop him and immediately gasp as his hot shaft moves through my juices. I do as Con instructs, and keep Dante from entering my virgin pussy, but it’s so hard to resist. Every heartbeat sends a pulse of lust arrowing through me.
Three sets of hands caress, feel and erase the nightmares staining my memory. At least for right now. And that is worth everything in the world to me.
My heart runs at top speed unchecked. I’m slowly pushed forward, and I brace myself on my hands. My hard nipples drag through the light dusting of hair sprinkled across Dante’s chest and I love it. The scratch of friction is just another assault on my senses.
“I had no idea this could be so good.”
They chuckle low. “We haven’t even begun, malyshka. Our beautiful little birdie.”
I’m burning up from the inside out here and they want to laugh? Can’t they see every nerve ending in my body, every cell floating in my blood feels ready to catch fire? It’s like I have gasoline for blood and the slightest spark will ignite an uncontrollable inferno.
“Please,” I beg softly.
“Say it again,” Con husks, gripping my ass and moving me over his friend. Fuck that’s, good. Every time he pushes forward the head of Dante’s cock nudges my clit.
Instant freaking sparks.
Con drags me back and I can feel my juices smear over his brother’s fat length. Another half an inch and I could have him entering me. I’ll freely give them my virginity if only they would stop torturing me.
Bastian kneels on the bed beside us. His strokes are hard and relentless one minute and slow the next. He squeezes the tip between his thumb and finger making the bulbous head fatter every time he does it. Pre-cum spills over his fingers and I am eager to clean him like I did his friend.
Using his other hand, he coaxes me closer. He paints my lips with his pre-cum and I lick it off with each pass.
“Beautiful. Now take me.” His hold on the back of my head doesn’t let up when I open for him. His fat head spreads my lips impossibly wide. He glides over my tongue, and I take an inch, another, unsure of how much I can fit. He doesn’t have the same problem. My Russian lover pushes his hips forward, forcing more of himself inside my mouth. I gasp for air, but I find it impossible to breathe around his thickness.
My hands come to his thighs, and I dig my nails into his muscles. It only drives him deeper.
Dante takes that moment to wrap his mouth around my nipple. He sucks me in deep before sinking his teeth into the taut flesh.
“Arg!” I scream or at least try to. It’s hard to do anything but moan with my mouth full of cock. My world burns to the ground and comes back to life in a flash. One second, I am ash and the next the flames release me, and I’m being pushed to new limits. Pain and pleasure.
Oh, fuck! I glide over his cock and make Bastian groan just as loud as I do. Dante’s torture of my nipples increases. He grips the delicate flesh of my breasts, squeezing and kneading the flesh with expert hands. I won’t be surprised if I’m bruised come morning.
Tears slip out and run down my cheek. Not from pain but the excruciating mix of pleasure pinging off my senses.
“God, you’re perfect. Don’t cry, krasavitsa .” Bastian backs off and I inhale harshly when he slips from my swollen lips.
I feel the heat of the others watching.
The beast of a man between my legs fists his massive cock and I hiss when he circles my clit with hard, punishing strokes.
He doesn’t let up. Behind me, Con holds my hips in place so there’s no moving away. No stopping them. No escape from Dante’s delicious torture of my clit.
I know the outcome before I try, but that doesn’t stop me from pushing at Con and Bastian.
“It’s too much!” I scream around the raspy panting. I try to break away, but Con is behind me, driving his cock into the seam of my ass. He grinds against me, hard and hot. To my horror, heat and hunger claw through me and I find myself rocking my hips into Dante at my front and Con at my rear.
I move harder against Dante’s cock, driving the head of his shaft against my aching clit. At my rear, Con caresses the head of his cock over my pink entrance and the wave of ecstasy is sudden. A wall of pleasure wells up and crashes over me. I breathe heavily and claw at anything for purchase, so I don’t fall over Dante.
Bastian strokes himself beside us and God, he’s huge. So fucking thick I’m dying to find out what he will feel like when he finally opens me wide and pushes every last inch of his gorgeous cock inside me.
“Again,” he tells Dante who grunts.
My eyes go wide.
“What…I can’t possibly. No!”
My body…can’t take more.
Bastian spreads my pussy lips so his brother can have better access to my clit. Dante teases the head of his cock over me again and again and we are right back to me begging them to stop and them not listening.
Do I thank them or curse them? I don’t know. It hurts so good.
I scream through my release and give up trying to fight for air. It’s not coming. Only the strength of Con’s arm around my middle is keeping me from collapsing.
I don’t have a chance to be scared. The electricity frying my senses flashes through me and I’m spilling my hot juices all over us both.
“Show me how good a virgin’s pussy is.” Dante’s crude words elicit a filthy moan from me. Bastian takes my hand, passes my fingers over my drenched folds, and holds them out to Con.
I look on as he sucks each digit clean.
“You think you can take Bastian again? I want to see that mouth work him deep,” Con asks, his smile saying he believes he already knows the answer.
Dante wraps his hand around Bastian’s hard, leaking cock.
My eyes widen at the sight of him passing his thumb through Bastian’s pre-cum and suddenly my body can do all the things I thought impossible a moment ago.
Fuck me. I can’t tear my eyes away. Seeing Dante’s tatted-up and ringed fingers gripping such a hard cock makes my pussy clench.
“Suck him.” Dante strokes Bastian from base to tip, pulling ropes of pre-cum to leak over the head and down the side of Bastian’s hard shaft.
Bastian’s head falls back, and he thrusts into Dante’s hand.
I shudder with feelings I’ve never felt before and some I have. Lust isn’t new. But the cravings to be shared between men who have no problem seeking and giving pleasure is something I’ve never experienced.
My whole body trembles, melts with anticipation, sending my heart into a fluttering race.
All three are gorgeous, made of granite, and beyond aroused. Knowing they are this hard for me sends another wave of heat to pool between my legs.
“I know I can. Now stop taking it easy with me.”
Three sets of eyes narrow on me and a wash of adrenaline spikes through my blood.
“As you wish,” all three promise.