20. Roxy #2
Lifting my chin, I glare at him. The corner of his mouth curves into a cruel smirk as he steps closer into my space.
“Either you get undressed, or a slice these baggy fucking clothes off your body with my bloody fucking knife.”
My eyes round, and my hands work on their own accord, gripping my hoodie and pulling it over my head.
My bare breasts heave with every forced breath I take. My Ugg boots come off next, followed by pants. This time, I’m not wearing any panties, and his eyes laser in on my pussy, licking his lips.
I shiver, seeing the need in his eyes. Because his need comes with a mix of pleasure and pain so intense, it’s like Russian roulette. I never know if a bullet’s in the chamber.
“Bend over the table, Black Cat,” he grits out. “Present for me.”
Fear twists in my stomach, yet an even stronger pull urges me to obey. A pull that has me planting my hands on the table and bending until my ass is on full display.
Until he can see my obvious arousal.
His dangerous heat trails down my back as he crouches behind me. With his head level with my pussy and I feel more vulnerable than I ever have.
“Use your hands to spread your cunt open,” he orders, and I feel his warm breath dust over my heated core.
Shame burns hot up my chest and face as I reach back, melting against the table, and spread myself. There is no hiding from him like this.
The softest touch dusts against my clit, and I gasp. It’s barely a whisper of a fingertip, drawing soft circles around the bud, yet it has me trembling already.
My pussy clenches on nothing, desperate to be filled.
He continues to torture me with his feather-light touch, and I feel like I’m melting into a puddle.
“Black Cat,” he rasps. My only response is a timid whimper. “I’m going to slice your pretty skin now. Stay nice and still, otherwise I might cut deeper than I intended to.”
“W... What!”
I shoot up, but he anticipates my movement, using one huge hand against my back to push me against the table. My body fights against his grip, but he’s so much stronger than me.
“What the fuck, Kaleb,” I growl, bucking and trying to shove his hand away. “Can’t you just fuck me like a normal person?”
His laugh is cruel, and I feel him stand behind me, leaning over my back until his lips press against my ear.
“Oh, Roxanne,” he mutters, amusement bleeding into his voice. “I think we know I’m not and never have been normal.” He tsks his tongue, shoving me harder into the table. “And judging by how fucking wet your cunt is, I think we can safely assume the same goes for you.”
My teeth grit together. Yeah, I’m fucking wet. No, I don’t want a blade shoved into my skin... again.
Last time... Last time hurt.
But it also felt fucking amazing. The mix of adrenaline and pain, and pleasure. The anticipation heightening everything. The sensation of steel pressed against skin.
A sickening shudder rolls through my body. My traitorous fucking body. He feels it. Of course he feels it.
His chuckle is anything but humorous.
“Just like I thought,” he whispers. The way his lips slide over the sensitive skin behind my ear has my body lighting up. “You’re a deviant. Dark and depraved, just like us.”
That has me glaring at him over my shoulder, gritting my teeth as hair snaps from my scalp.
“I’m not like you,” I hiss.
He huffs an amused sound. “No?”
His grip loosens just enough for me to wrench my head around and glare at him properly.
“No,” I confirm.
His black eyes don’t leave mine.
“You’ve got blood on your hands just like me,” he smirks. My stomach churns. “You’ve got scars, just like my brother. You’ve run away from your past, just like we have. So, tell me, baby, how you are different from us?”
No solid reasons come to mind because the pad of his finger is back on my clit. My mind is mush; every attempt to reject his claim slipping through my fingers.
Soft circles around my clit have my forehead falling against the wood.
“I’m listening, Roxanne,” he drawls.
I whimper. What were we talking about? Why are we even talking and not fucking?
He chuckles darkly. “Exactly what I thought. Now spread those fucking cheeks and don’t move a fucking muscle.”
My hands listen blindly, gripping myself and spreading for him. The sound of the blade opening makes me gasp, yet I stay perfectly still. Stupidly trusting him not to make me bleed out.
His rough hand slides down the back of one of my thighs.
“Kaleb?” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut. He doesn’t answer, but all of his movements stop. “Can you...”
I swallow, the words dying on my tongue
“What is it, Black Cat,” he grits out, so close to my pussy.
My heartbeats echo in the room. Throbbing in time with my clit.
“Can you use the purple knife?”
He doesn’t reply. Not straight away. At first, I think I’ve annoyed him. But then, I feel a soft kiss against my thigh, just an inch from my pussy.
“Why?”
Why? I don’t know? My mind isn’t quite keeping up right now.
“It’s pretty,” I breathe, because that is the only truth I can find.
He presses another soft kiss on my other thigh, just as close to my aching core.
“It is,” he murmurs softly, “especially stained red with your blood.”
I’m not sure why his words make me see stars. But I’m distracted enough that when he slides the blade across one thigh, I barely feel it.
One quick slice, just under my ass, that has blood dripping down the back of my leg. I suck in ragged breaths of air, dizzy at the thought of being cut.
The next slice hurts more. He cuts the other leg slower this time. Testing.
I cry out through gritted teeth, and I feel warmth running down that leg too.
Each inhale feels heavier than the last, and when I peer over my shoulder, the room blurs around the edges.
Everything is feeling impossibly far away, except for the throbbing cuts and the blood sliding down my legs.
My thoughts are drifty, like a stillness settling over my wild, racing thoughts. Always there, And now... Nothingness.
I feel light. Calm. When I should be feeling the complete opposite.
I barely register the door opening, and the noise of sex coming from the club. Barely notice the man closing the door, identical to the one kneeling between my legs.
Kai.
He drinks in the scene in front of him, before sliding over my back and meeting my gaze. He wants me. I can see it in his ravenous eyes.
“Fuck me,” I murmur to both of them.
I’m desperate. Needy and depraved, just like Kaleb said I was. My hands slip from where they are spreading my cheeks and slide over the new wounds he gave me. My touch causes them to flare with pain, and when I bring them up to my face, they are stained with my blood.
I giggle an unhinged sound. I think I’ve lost the plot, but I’m unable to care. The only feeling I know is pure need.
I watch as Kai lowers himself beside his brother. In perfect unison, they move as one, each claiming an opposite thigh, their mouths softly meeting the fresh wounds in open mouth kisses.
I rock back into their mouths, silently begging for one of them to bury their face where I desperately need them.
Their movements are so eerily synchronised it steals my breath as they stand, lips stained with my blood.
They share a look, and I turn to face them, shivering with anticipation as they slide their zippers down and grip their cocks in unison.
Jesus fuck. A whimper escapes, the sight of their cocks side by side, nearly dissolving me on the spot.
Identical. And fucking big.
“Knees,” Kaleb murmurs, and I don’t need to be told twice.
Hardwood bites into me as I drop like a wanton whore. With their beautiful faces and equally beautiful twin cocks framed by dark pants, they’re a sight, fully clothes with their needy slut bare and kneeling before them.
His next command has me reaching for them. “Suck.”
My lips open for him, but Kaleb grips my hair with a sharp tug. My brows draw as I blink up at him through my lashes.
“Both,” he smirks, and my eyes widen.
Both? Suck both of them?
My body heats and my cuts throb, but I do what he asks, bringing them together before widening my mouth as far as I can go. Their tips squeeze past my lips and my tongue circles their soft skin, tasting them.
This is wrong. So why does it feel so fucking right?
What’s better than one huge dick attached to the most beautiful man in the world? A second huge dick attached to his identical twin brother.
Glancing up, two sets of bottomless black eyes stare down at me. It spurs me to shove them deeper into my mouth, two round cock heads pressing against my throat.
“Deeper, Roxanne,” Kaleb chides.
I try. I really do try. But it’s impossible to squeeze them both past my throat. Eyes watering, my gag reflex kicks in and I choke around them. They use the moment to flick their hips forward, shoving in deeper until I’m suffocating.
When they pull back, I cough and splutter, sucking in desperate breaths of air.
A hand slides through my hair and pulls me back over their cocks. With devilish grins, they thrust again, side-by-side, filling my mouth so ruthlessly, my jaw aches, and saliva drips from my lips and over my tits, coating me in their total, merciless ruin.
Suddenly, they pull back, and I whine at the emptiness. Kai steps away as Kaleb presses his cock to my lips and I take him deeper, swallowing and sucking until he controls me. Owns me. Takes me. I’m completely at his mercy.
But I don’t have to be. The idea dissolves through my sex-addled brain as I reach around and slide my hand through my cut, the warm liquid coating my palm.
My eyes meet his as I wrap my bloodied hand around his cock, coating the thick length with my life source. His jaw muscles flutter and his eyes flare, making me smirk up at him, victorious.