I shattered on a scream, and my eyes closed as bliss assailed me. Marco’s fingers tightened in my hair, commanding my attention.
“No,” he growled. “Look at me. Look at Daddy while you come.”
My eyes locked on his, and ecstasy pulsed through me as my inner muscles contracted around Joseph’s invasive finger. Marco watched me with a twisted smile as my entire body convulsed with pleasure.
Joseph continued to stimulate me, gently pumping his finger in and out of my ass as my body finally surrendered to the taboo intrusion. My sex grew sensitive, the pleasure too overwhel
ming to bear any more. I whimpered and tried to move away from his mouth and hands, but he didn’t stop until Marco told him to.
“Enough, Joseph. You can play with her more next time.”
Joseph finally withdrew from me and stepped away. Marco laid down beside me and pulled me into his arms, easing the ruined nightgown from my body. I heard water running in the bathroom, and then Joseph returned a minute later. He climbed onto the bed on my other side.
“You did so well, angel,” he praised, stroking my back as Marco petted my hair. I was surrounded by their heat, their strength.
Everything started to seem surreal again, and I was so sleepy. I yawned, and Marco chuckled. He kissed my forehead.
“Go to sleep, princess. We can talk about everything in the morning.”
I didn’t want to talk about anything. I didn’t want to think about anything. I just wanted to stay here, cocooned in bliss and their body heat.
So, I closed my eyes and obeyed Marco, falling into sleep.
Chapter Fifteen
Ashlyn
I woke up, alone and cold. I felt the sheets beside me, searching for Joseph’s warmth.
Joseph. He hadn’t been the only one to cuddle me while I fell asleep.
I became aware of the sheets caressing my bare body.
I was naked. Joseph had ripped off my nightgown while Marco held me down. They…
My stomach did a funny flip.
Wrong. So dirty and wrong.
How could Joseph share me with his friend like that? Just yesterday, I’d been ready to confess my love for him. He must think of me as nothing more than a slut. Otherwise, he never would have allowed Marco to touch me like that. Once he learned that I’d cheated with Marco, he must have decided I was a whore.
My body burned at the memory of their hands on me, and I recognized that the heat wasn’t entirely the result of shame. My sex throbbed, and my nipples peaked against the cool sheets. I buried my face in the pillow, biting my lip against the sensation.
Maybe I was a slut. I must be, to come so hard while two men held me down. Joseph had fingered my virgin ass, and I’d come all over his face.
This isn’t me. This is crazy. I’m acting crazy.
Ever since Marco had brought me to his mansion, I’d become more of a sexual being with each passing day. I’d fallen into Joseph’s arms, willingly abandoning my life at Harvard. I’d traded my responsibilities for the pleasure of his touch.
Within the space of two weeks, I’d become such a whore that I’d allowed two men to use me. I’d allowed Marco to spank me. I’d called him Daddy, and it had gotten me hot.
It was weird and taboo and wrong.
Get out. I had to get out before I lost myself completely. I’d allowed myself to forget that Marco had kidnapped me, that I was being held here against my wishes. All I’d wanted was to go back to Cambridge with Joseph, but I’d become docile and warped in my time on this estate.
Now, he’d never love me. I’d lost his respect and the respect of everyone else in my life: my professors, my father.
Joseph wasn’t here this morning, holding me and calling me his angel. I’d never be his angel again. I was dirty now, damaged goods.