Hurting You (Blackthorn Elite 3)
Shit, that hurt.
“Get up,” a familiar voice orders. I turn to where the voice is coming from. My eyes are adjusting to the dark now as I make out two large bodies sitting on a dark couch across the room. “I said, get up,” the voice insists again, and only then does it click. The deep, cruel, darkness that accompanies that voice. It slithers through me like a snake leaving behind a slimy feeling.
Cameron and Easton.
My true living nightmares. I don’t know if I should be relieved or more scared that it’s them and not some old, bald guy. Getting to my feet, my shaky legs barely keep me upright as I readjust the short dress I’m wearing. I wonder how they found me, or if they are just frequent visitors of this place, that it was fate that brought us together.
“Take the dress off and start dancing,” Easton growls, his voice like claws dragging across my skin. Not quite piercing the skin but leaving a red mark behind. Some song I don’t know starts playing on cue, but I’m too terrified to move, let alone dance.
When I don’t start moving, Cameron gets up from his seat and crosses the space between us in two long strides. Before I know what’s happening, he’s tugging on my dress, pulling it down my body, leaving me in nothing but some skimpy lingerie the girls let me borrow.
When my dress is pooling around my ankles, Cam steps around me and undoes my bra. He pushes it off my shoulders but doesn’t let it fall to the ground. Instead, he surprises me by pulling my arms back.
“What are you doing?” I gasp, twisting to see.
“Teaching you a lesson,” he smirks and starts tying my wrists with the bra while I stand there like a deer caught in the headlights, letting it happen. “You still don’t seem to get it. You belong to us. No one touches you, and no one sees your body. Only us. You all but asked for a war showing up in this place. Do you want us to have to kill another person?” A shudder of fear rips across my skin.
“I just—”
“Shut up,” Easton barks out, the threatening tone making me flinch.
Cameron grabs the back of my neck, leading me to where Easton is sitting. When I’m right in front of him, Cam grabs my arm with his free hand and lowers me to the ground, so I’m on my knees between Easton’s legs. I wince when my bare knees make contact with the cold floor, but the guys ignore my obvious discomfort.
“Now be a good girl and suck him off,” Cam orders, pushing my head toward Easton’s lap, while he starts to undo his pants. “And remember what I said, he is not going to give you control like I did. Prepare yourself now.”
Easton shakes his head, and a cold shiver runs down my spine. Fear wraps around my throat, making it hard to swallow. I watch nervously as Easton frees his very large and very erect cock. It’s not going to happen. No way is he going to fit in my mouth. I’ve only ever done this once, and Cameron barely fit.
Distracted by Easton’s cock, I don’t notice until it’s too late that Cam is moving to kneel behind me, he dips his fingers into my panties and pulls them down my thighs.
“Wait!” I yelp, panic clogging my throat. This cannot be how I’m going to lose my virginity. I’m not ready. “Please, not here. I’m not ready yet.” I refuse to let this happen in a strip club, I already feel dirty and cheap by being here. This cannot be where I lose this part of me.
Cam’s hot breath fans against my skin, his hard body presses against mine as he whispers into the shell of my ear, “You don’t make the rules, sweetheart.”
“We don’t care if you are ready,” Easton adds, his voice holding no mercy, “but if it makes you feel better, Cam won’t take your virginity right now. That pleasure is reserved for me. I’m gonna be the one to pop your cherry… and I’m going to do so very soon. But right now, I just want to fuck your throat.”
Before I can object, Easton grabs my head and pulls me toward him. With my hands bound behind my back, I lose my balance, and my body falls forward, but thankfully, Cam grabs my hips and steadies me.
“Open up,” Easton growls, and I instantly follow his command. The soft tip of his mushroom head touches my tongue, making him groan out in pleasure. The sound vibrates through my entire body, from the tip of my tongue all the way down to my toes. I don’t understand the feelings that I get when they touch me. It feels wrong, but right. Easton cradles my head with both of his hands and pulls me down, filling my mouth completely.