Page 130 of Almost Ravaged

Without releasing his hold on my hair, he caresses my throat, then uses his thumb to pull my mouth open.

“She wanted to be caught because she wanted to be fucked in the dirt,” he murmurs. “Isn’t that right, Ms. Davvies?”

Without waiting for a response, he shoves two fingers into the back of my throat, making me gag.

My eyes water and saliva pools in my mouth.

“Step back,” Mercer says.

Noah obliges.

Like this, positioned between them, my head still tipped back, I’m alight with anticipation.

Mercer rips his fingers out of my throat and releases my hair. I’ve yet to steady myself when he presses his foot against my spine and slowly adds pressure until I fold forward, coming to hands and knees.

“Unbutton those fucking pants,” he demands.

My hands tremble as I obey. As soon as they’re loose and pushed down off my hips, his foot is back, pushing with more force. He doesn’t stop until my arms give out and my body is flat against the earth.

“Merce,” Noah pleads.

“Watch her,” the dark voice behind me replies. “Look how her back rises and falls. I bet she’s fucking soaked, making a little puddle beneath herself. She wants to be fucked in the dirt, don’t you, baby?”

“No,” I pant out, turning my face and pressing my cheek into the hardened soil.

No.

He won’t listen, and that fucking thrills me. My body thrums and my clit aches, all my nerve endings waiting and wishing and wanting to ignite at his hand.

“No?” he questions, playfulness in his tone. “You don’t want me to pull down your soaked panties and sink into that tight pink hole while your face is smashed against the earth?”

“No,” I declare again, louder this time.

I shake my head, savoring the sensation of the cool dirt beneath my cheek, relishing in my absolute helplessness as anticipation sends jolts of electricity to my limbs. With his foot pressed into my back like this, I can’t move. I couldn’t go anywhere if I tried.

“Look at this ass.” Mercer tugs on my jeans and exposes my backside but leaves them around my thighs, trapping me further.

He smacks one cheek lightly, then slides a hand between my thighs and roughly strokes my pussy.

“You should feel this,” he says as he pulls back. “She’s drenched. Dripping for us in the dirt, making her own fucking mud. She’s telling us no, but her body is screamingyes.”

Goose bumps erupt all over my body.

I want this. I want them.

I want to be ravaged in a cornfield, fucked raw by a man I know down to my core will do anything to please me.

“You can either help me or you can watch, Noah.”

Above me, Mercer fumbles with his belt, the buckle clinking.

“But decide quickly. This slut needs to be fucked right now.”

Chapter forty-four

Sawyer

As I lie against the earth, my vision goes splotchy around the edges and my hearing fades in and out. I’m boneless. Shapeless. Heavily grounded. Effervescently light.