Hurting You (Blackthorn Elite 3)

“Don’t pretend you have me here out of the goodness of your heart. The only reason I’m here is because you want to use me… use my body. At least at the strip club, I could make my own decisions. Make my own choices.”

“And where have those led you? You don’t want to pretend? Fine, then we won’t. We won’t pretend that you don’t enjoy what we do to you.” He flips me around in his arms, so I have to look at his face before he continues, “We won’t pretend that you don’t moan every time we touch you, that you don’t push your pussy against my hand when I slide my fingers into you. And we won’t pretend you didn’t enjoy the taste of Easton’s come as you sucked the last drop from his cock, or that you didn’t come so hard, your whole body quivered.”

“Stop,” I whimper, again trying to pull away from him. I don’t want to hear any of this.

“Why? Because it’s true?”

Shame coats my inside as I’m faced with the fact that he is right. They might not have given me a choice, but the truth of the matter is, I did enjoy what they did to me. I enjoyed them taking control. I want to be theirs in more than one way.

What does that say about me? Is there something wrong with me for wanting something so filthy and bad?

“This is all wrong,” I whine. “I didn’t ask for any of this.”

“We didn’t either, but here we are. It doesn’t matter how we got here. You are ours now, and the faster you come to terms with that, the better. So, why don’t we go and see if Easton is up so we can make you officially ours.” Cameron moves off the bed, pulling me along with him.

“Wait…what are we doing?”

“You know what we’re doing.” Cam grins and a knot starts to form inside my gut, and yet there is this warmth that I feel at the thought of being claimed by them. God, this is wrong and confusing. Taking me by the hand, he leads me out of his room and across the hall and into Easton’s room. Cameron doesn’t even knock. He just barges in like he owns the place. Entering Easton’s room, we find him still lying in his bed.

I expect him to still be asleep, but he isn’t. Instead, he’s looking at something on his phone. He looks up and shoots both of us a questioning look before dropping the phone onto the mattress next to him.

“Well, what a nice morning surprise,” he smirks like the devil as he sits up and stretches his arms above his head.

“I think Stella is ready for you. It’s time to pop that cherry between her legs and make her ours for good.” Cam gives me a gentle shove toward the bed. Easton smiles so widely, I think I can see every single one of his perfectly straight white teeth.

Oh no, I’m being led to the slaughterhouse.

“Don’t look so scared, I’ll make sure it’s good for you too,” Easton coos, his warm hand circles my wrist and he tugs me toward him. With no other option, I climb up on his bed, glancing back at Cameron, who is standing at the foot of the bed, watching like a hawk ready to swoop in at any given second.

“Do you want me to stay?” he asks, taking me by surprise. They usually don’t ask me for my opinion, so I didn’t see the question coming at all.

“I don’t know,” I answer, truthfully.

Do I want him to be here? I never expected to have two guys in the room with me when I lost my virginity, but of course, I didn’t think there would be two guys fingering me, or two guys while I gave one a blowjob. I’m so used to having them both, that sending Cam away seems wrong.

“Stay,” Easton prompts his friend, before grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it up and over my head. Cool air washes over my now naked chest, turning my nipples into small hard pebbles. Even though I know deep down it’s wrong, I’m turned on. I want their darkness, their hands on me. I want both of them together, and I think my biggest problem is the fact that I keep denying it, hoping my feelings will change, but they don’t.

Easton interrupts my train of thought when his mouth latches onto one of my hardened nipples. He sucks hard, his eyes locked on mine as pleasure starts to pulse between my legs at the first flick of his tongue. In a second, I can feel everything. His hands splayed across my back, goosebumps pebble my flesh as he pulls me closer, and I tip my head back, a soft whimper escaping my lips.