2. Chapter Two #2
Leave Whispering Ivy. And never come back. Or next time I catch you alone, I won’t just take a hand job.
My assailant’s threat in the library felt like a prophecy now. He hadn’t caught me alone, but he was getting more than a hand job.
Next time, I’ll take your life.
My body screamed at me to stop this, but Malcolm’s hand on my throat was a silent warning—I wasn’t going anywhere. This was the closest he’d ever get to directing a porno, and he was going to milk it—pun intended—for as long as he could.
“Pull out and go farther when you push back in,” Malcolm ordered, his grip tightening slightly as he pressed his thumb against my pulse. “Nice and slow. In and out, farther each time, till you hit the back of her throat. There you go. Good boy.”
Like Kade was his fucking golden retriever.
I timed my breaths around the movement of his hips. Each inhale was a deliberate effort, every exhale a desperate attempt to suppress the need to touch myself as he picked up speed.
“Use those lips, Tuesday,” Malcolm murmured, his voice low and smooth. “Show him how much you love dick. We know you love it.”
Kade groaned as I began to suck him, and his movements grew bolder, his hesitancy melting away. His hold on my head tightened, and the rhythm he found was slow but deliberate, each thrust pushing me toward the inevitable.
Relax. Breathe through your nose. You know how to do this.
But then Kade’s balls pressed up against my nose. Blind panic set in as his twitching cock pushed back into my throat, cutting off that air supply too.
My jaw ached with the strain, the blood rushing to my head leaving me lightheaded and disoriented. Tears pricked at the corners of my closed eyes, spilling down my temples as Kade pushed even deeper, the pressure unbearable and relentless.
I retched instinctively—so much for the no-gag reflex flex—my body jerking against the intrusion, but I forced myself to calm down.
“Breathe, baby, you’re fine,” Malcolm said.
Breathe. Right. Easy for him to say.
“Look at this fucking whore, taking every inch of me!” Kade crowed.
His voice receded with each word, slipping farther away as I squirmed.
“Look at her neck,” Malcolm said, his fingers tracing patterns along my throat. “Look at how your cock is making it bulge.”
Kade wasn’t pulling out anymore, only drawing back enough to trick my mind into the very false belief that he’d give me a reprieve.
“You’re so damn sexy, baby,” Malcolm rasped.
Call me baby a-fucking-gain, and I’ll end you.
If Kade didn’t end me first.
Can’t breathe.
How stupid could I be, giving the dude who’d threatened to kill me the opportunity to kill me and make it look like a consensual sexual asphyxiation gone very wrong? A tale Malcolm would likely gladly corroborate.
Kade’s thrusting grew less cautious, more insistent, like he was fucking a pussy, not my goddamn windpipe. His hold on my head tightened, and the way he moaned sent a shiver racing down my spine, heat pooling low in my stomach despite the bile rising in my throat.
What the hell was wrong with me?
I was suffocating, and they’d likely both have a wild night fucking my corpse after I was dead.
Panic clawed at the edges of my mind, but it was tangled with something darker, something I didn’t want to name, something dangerously close to need. Even as my lungs burned, my thighs clenched involuntarily, a traitorous reaction.
My eyes flew open to find my vision dark at the edges, and I groped until I connected with some part of Kade. I pinched. Hard. His thigh, I thought.
“Fuck,” Kade grunted, and I kept digging my fingers into his flesh, but he obviously liked the pace he’d reached and didn’t skip a beat. “I’m gonna come. Let’s see if I can make her stomach bulge with this load I’m about to blow.”
“Stop,” Malcolm ordered.
Kade froze.
“That’s it. You don’t get to get off.”
Kade waited for a fraction of a second before pulling out and stepping back.
The sudden absence was jarring, the rush of oxygen making me choke as I gasped for air, my chest heaving with each labored breath.
Part of me was grateful I was too unraveled to speak, or I might’ve begged one of them to fuck me.
My greedy, psycho cunt was jealous of the beating Kade had given my mouth.
“Not bad,” Malcolm said, crouching beside me with a smirk. His fingers trailed along my jaw, tilting my face toward him. “You like it rough, don’t you, sexy?”
My eyes watered and burned and were probably rimmed in red. Drool that had leaked out the corners of my lips soaked my cheeks, and snot seeped from my nose.
Calling me sexy was to goad Kade, not to compliment me.
Kade shook his head, his shoulders slumping as he stepped back.
“Now,” Malcolm said, his pale-gray eyes fixed on Kade with a challenge, “thank her.”
My stomach tightened, heat crawling up my spine at the quiet edge in his tone. Malcolm’s dominance didn’t come from shouting or raging; it came from the way he made the simplest words feel like an unspoken threat.
Kade’s hands covered his groin. He really didn’t want me to see that schlong, and despite my confidence that I knew it by touch alone, it had felt totally different having my face fucked upside down by it than it had in my hand from behind.
But I was still certain he was the one who’d attacked me. After all, I hadn’t been afraid, not a bit, with Malcolm. But as soon as Kade entered the room, I half convinced myself they were gonna murder me. My gut told me he was the danger.
I pulled myself up, and the second I sat upright, a headache burst behind my eyes, sharp and pounding, each throb matching the frantic hammering of my heart.
My scalp prickled with pins and needles, like fire ants crawling under my skin.
I blinked, trying to get my brain to let go of the sensation of gravity pulling me down.
“Thank you, Tuesday,” Kade said.
“And apologize for calling her a whore,” Malcolm went on.
Kade froze, the hole in his mask revealing his open mouth.
Malcolm burst out laughing. “J/K, dude, she’s a total whore. But I don’t think that thank you quite cut it.” He smacked his lips together. “Good thing I know just the way for you to show your appreciation.”
Malcolm clapped his hands together. Those pale-gray eyes of his had taken on a wicked gleam.
He gestured at Kade.
“You’re gonna eat her pussy.” He grinned. “And you can’t stop till she comes.”