Didi
Lucy’s words still bother me as I shut the door and turn the deadbolt before descending the creaky stairs to the basement. As I pass through the beaded curtain, a cool draft hits my skin, and I sense I’m not alone.
The lava lamp flickers on, and two shadowed figures come into view. My eyes adjust to the red light emanating from it. How is this possible? I would have seen them if they beat me here.
“You’re mine, little lamb.”
My free hand flies to my mouth. “Remy.”
I barely have time to scream before he’s on me, his body pressed hard against mine, pushing me against the wall. I’m helpless beneath him. As he pulls my hands up, he locks them around my neck and digs his dick against my center. “What were you talking about up there with Lucy?”
Did he hear the whole thing?
“How did you know I was going to come down here?”
“I’ve been watching you for months, Diana. I know every thought in that pretty head of yours before you even have them.” A shiver crawls down my back, and a cold wind stings my face.
The hidden tunnel Tommy had mentioned…the one I’d forgotten all about.
They were waiting for me.
He cups my face, his thumb tracing over my lips before pinching my mouth. He’s so close I can almost taste him. My gaze flickers to Tommy, who still has a crazed look in his eye, though slightly more composed than before.
Remy chuckles, and his dark hair hangs over his face. “You think pretty boy is going to save you, little lamb? He wants to fuck you as much as I do.”
I can’t bring myself to answer. I’m perfectly aware that Tommy is just as deranged as the rest of them.
“Now that I know you’re not a virgin, I’m going to bend you in every position and punish your pussy for not saving yourself for me.
” His lips find my ear. “You were so terrified for your soul, but what you should have been terrified of, is me. I was exactly who you thought I was that day in the library, Diana—the person you saw behind the mask. I’ve been waiting for you for a long, long time. ”
My eyes find his, a glaring dare. “So, have you decided which one of you is going to mark me?”
His pupils flare, and I nearly whimper. His hand finds my hips, and he rolls into me. “Yeah, baby,” he says in a husky voice, his dark hair hanging in his face. “You’re mine, you’ve always been mine.”
My breath catches as I can sense Tommy in the room, like a vacuum of energy in the corner I can’t ignore. Watching, waiting for his turn.
Remy reaches down, tugging my shirt up and raising my arms, exposing my breasts to them both. My breath deepens as he palms me and my body melts at his touch.
He stands back and rubs his hand over his mouth. “Take off your clothes,” he orders. “I want you completely naked.”
As if possessed, I unzip my jeans and wiggle them off. I try to contain my heart rate and the aching pain that shoots to my core as I step out of them.
“Now what?” I breathe, maintaining deep eye contact.
I gasp as he slides two fingers inside me, causing my body to tremble beneath his touch.
He’s far from gentle as he shoves them deeper inside, and my eyes roll to the back of my head and moan.
He pulls them out and curls his lip as if not pleased with what he felt.
“You’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you?
Letting Tommy fuck you this morning.” He brings his fingers to my mouth, rubbing them over my lips, forcing me to taste myself.
“I have to punish you for that, Diana. From now on, you need to follow my orders.”
I don’t recognize Remy right now. I don’t know if this darkness was always there, or if I’ve ignited it inside him.
“Get on your hands and knees and crawl to the bed.”
I’m acutely aware of Tommy watching in the corner, and I flick my eyes to him. “Tommy…” I say with a shaky breath.
“It’s okay, firefly. Just do what he says.” His hand slides over the bulge in his sweatpants. He’s getting off on this.
My heart is weeping as I get on all fours and slowly make my way to the bed, stopping at the bottom of it and waiting for my next order. My natural instinct is to obey, despite wanting to slaughter him for treating me this way.
He walks up behind me, sliding his hand up my legs and slapping my ass so hard my body shifts forward.
“Get off the floor, little lamb,” he whispers.
I crawl forward, lie down, and face them. Then, I spread my legs and use my arms to lift my body. I’m overwhelmed by the pressure, and furious about how they’re handling this and what they have planned for me. I am no one’s slave.
“Touch yourself,” Remy growls. “Show me how worked in that pussy is.”
Biting the inside of my cheek, I place my hand between my legs and give myself a sweet caress, running my finger along my clit before pressing them inside where Remy’s fingers just were. Despite Tommy breaking my cherry earlier, everything is sensitive and tight.
Remy towers over me, his dark eyes glowing in the red light emanating from the lava lamp. Tommy leaves his corner, stands next to me, and reaches out to play with my breasts. Both are breathing heavily, ready to solidify my place in hell.
I move my hand down to my side and slide it under the mattress. Tommy’s been sleeping with this blade under his sheets for days and had no idea.
Remy slides on top of me, and I brace myself, sucking in a breath. Anticipating him. He leans down, and I meet his lips with mine. My nipples are hard, pressing against his chest as I wrap my legs around him, squeezing my thighs.
His cock pulses as he readies himself with one hand. It’s thick, wide and throbbing.
Before he can react, I grab my knife and place the tip to his flesh.
His body goes wholly still. Every ounce of pure muscle on his godlike body flexes over top of me. “How’s this for taking orders?” I taunt him.
He doesn’t move, his eyes like stone. “You remembered,” he whispers, nipping at my ear. “Stick it in deeper, baby. Make me bleed just like I told you.”
I shift beneath his weight. “I mean it, Remy. I will kill you before you ever have a chance to kill me.” I nip at his lips. “Has a sacrifice ever killed one of your precious bloodlines? Or do you just collect poor innocent souls?”
“Fucking hell,” Tommy says, standing over me. “Didi, that’s so sexy.”
“Shut up, Tommy,” Remy grumbles and directs his attention to me. “I’ll take it you spoke with Lucy.”
I smile. “We had a quick conversation.”
His eyes blaze, and I keep the knife tip in his side. He could easily snatch it from me, but he doesn’t.
Staring down at me, his dark hair covers his eyes. “Do it. It would make your life easier.”
“Remy.”
“Do it, Didi! It’s either that or you die, or worse, you end up like Lucy. And that’s only if Talia doesn’t kill you herself.”
My breath squeezes in my chest and tears sting my eyes. I should kill him; I should watch him bleed before he does the same to me. Instead, I lay frozen beneath him while Tommy watches.
Remy makes no motion to take away the knife still digging into his flesh. Instead, he runs his hands up my sides. My hand trembles, the grip on the knife impossibly tight. He leans down so his lips are mere inches from mine, and his body softens.
“I love you, Diana,” he says. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you, too,” I whisper, and I slowly release my hold.
“You need to surrender to me, baby. Give yourself over to us.”
The weight of his gaze nearly kills me as the tension in my body ceases and the knife clatters to the ground. “I trust you,” I whisper in the dark.
He presses himself inside me, splitting me open with how hard he thrusts. I moan as he starts to pump. My pussy contracts around him, and I relax as he pushes himself deeper, harder, desperate.
“God, little lamb,” he murmurs, hooking my legs with his arms, drawing them up toward my chest. “If I knew you’d feel this good, I would have fucked you the day I saw you.”
I cry out from the pain as he rips me open. I turn to see Tommy watching, and he takes my hand, his thumb tracing circles on my wrist. It’s a small thing, but it relaxes me completely. Remy pushes himself further inside, and I squeeze, urging him closer.
Following the initial shock, my body starts to heat, and every thrust makes my insides explode. I am finally granted blissful release.
As I surrender to Remy, the pain, hurt, and despair that have defined my life vanish in an instant. Almost immediately, pain transforms into pleasure, as if we were made for each other.
“You like that, little lamb? You like me fucking you while Tommy watches?”
“Yeah,” I moan, moving my hands to my breasts and stomach. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He keeps going, pumping and fucking me until his body tenses and he releases inside me. He pulls his cock out and rubs it over my clit, spreading his cum all over me. I lay my head back and close my eyes for only a moment as sleep threatens to overcome me.
Remy slaps my pussy, causing my eyes to pop back open. “Wake up. We’re not done. Turn onto your stomach.”
I’m out of breath, but I do as he asks—partly because I’ll do anything he ever says, and partly because I’m vibrating. My pussy is still pulsing with need as I twist around, and Remy runs his hand along my back.
Tommy’s on the side of the bed, watching me with his shaggy hair stroking his cock, and I stare up at him through my white lashes. Our eyes meet, and for a moment, I appreciate the boyishness about him. “Have you calmed down?” I ask him.
He shakes his head slowly, and I realize he still has that crazed look in his eyes. “No.”
Oh no…
“Now open your mouth, firefly.”