Page 28 of Eternal Pieces (The Violet Delights Duet #2)

It’s almost midnight, but I’m not exactly tired. The sugar’s still buzzing in my system and keeping the triplets up as they practice kickboxing with my organs.

I grab a bottle of water from the mini-fridge on the way to my room opposite Sarah’s. Leaving the lights low, I sit on the bed and flick through the television, but nothing catches my attention.

Instead, I decide to get comfy with my latest book. It’s a smutty monster romance, and I’m almost at the part where I get to find out if they really can make it fit.

Before I get started, I check my messages in case the guys have checked in. There’s nothing from them, but there is another hateful text from Aaron. I’d hoped that after what Max and Maddox did to him after graduation, the messages would stop. He must have nothing better to do in his hospital bed.

They didn’t tell me the exact details of what happened, but I saw the news reports of a break-in at his frat house. The date lined up with the morning I woke up to find Max and Maddox covered in bruises.

Feeling a little lonely since my guys aren’t here, I send them a risqué selfie with my full breasts in view, milk leaking out from them.

They see it, but don’t respond.

“Spoil sports,” I pout.

Slipping out of my nightshirt, I lie back on the bed with the intention of getting myself off before I turn in for the night. My breasts are sore, and I could do with expressing some milk first, but my mind is already running away with itself.

Two long, thick cocks take up all my thoughts as I slip my hand down my shorts and start to touch myself.

Closing my eyes, I picture Max and Maddox watching me, stroking themselves to completion in time with me.

My shorts are only getting in the way of my fantasy so I slide them off as well, leaving myself completely bare as I play with my clit.

I feel myself getting close, but the longing ache for them in my chest is stopping me from getting there. I need them here.

“Would you look at that? A perfect little pussy spread open for us.”

“Such a warm welcome.”

Gasping, I shoot up in bed. I know those distorted voices all too well now. This time they’re not in my imagination.

My two dark strangers stand at the foot of the bed in their neon masks. One of them has his head tilted as he watches me with a bundle of rope in his hands. The other has a very familiar baseball bat. My heart races as all my fantasies come to life.

“How did you get in here?” I ask breathlessly.

“That’s not something a little whore like you needs to know,” the one holding the rope says. The cadence of his words leaves no room for argument. Max .

“Look at her all wide open and bare like this. She’s asking for someone to break in and take this pussy.

” Maddox trails the bat up the inside of my leg and presses the thick end of it to my pussy.

Moaning like the whore I am for them, I part my legs wider, wanting to feel that delicious coolness against my wet, heated skin.

But he pulls it away and laughs, shaking his head in disbelief. “Fuck, she’s a horny girl.”

They start to circle me. Each one taking a side of the bed, making it a struggle to keep my eyes on them both.

“It’s bad luck for you to see me before the wedding.”

“We get to see what’s ours whenever we like. No superstition is going to keep us away.” Maddox holds the end of the baseball bat to my chin, forcing me to focus on him.

I arch my back, letting them get a better view of my naked body. In the dim light, I can just about make out the large bulges in the fronts of their jeans.

Max drops the rope on the bed and picks up my book. “Did we interrupt something?”

Biting my lip, I nod and run my hands across the top of my breasts, avoiding my sensitive nipples. Maddox follows with the bat, and I cry out as he catches one of the tight buds with the metal.

Max leans in close and grazes his knuckles over my jaw. Anticipation builds inside me. Tilting my head up, I invite him to do whatever he wants to me. But he swiftly pulls away, leaving me longing for his touch.

“Lie down. Hands above your head. Legs open.”

I gasp from the sudden increase in volume as Max orders me around. But I don’t move. My eyes go to the closed door. To where Sarah is sleeping, two rooms over.

“Your friend can’t help you; she’ll be knocked out until morning,” Maddox says from my other side.

“How do you know that?” Then it dawns on me. “You had that alcohol sent up, didn’t you?”

“Maybe.” Maddox shrugs, casually circling back to the foot of the bed, the bat swinging by his side.

“Maybe it was laced with a sleeping pill. Or maybe your friend is just a lightweight. Either way, you’re ours for however long we want you.

” Dropping the bat, he grabs my ankles and pulls me toward him.

I put up a little resistance. Just enough to turn us both on. “And how long is that?” I ask.

“Forever.”

Max tosses his brother the rope, and he binds my ankles to the bottom of the bed. Again, I resist enough to make it fun.

“She really wants this.” I can hear Maddox’s grin. Sliding his finger under the rope, he checks it’s not too tight. The softness of it reminds me of the rope we have in the bedroom drawer at home. They came prepared.

“You going to be a good girl and lie back?” Max grabs my hair and presses the side of his head to mine. The feel of his mask against my skin makes my pussy wet. “I don’t want to have to force you.”

I gulp. I’m sure he’d love to force me. Let’s see how much restraint he has.

With a naughty grin on my face, I gently roll my nipple between my fingers and slide my other hand down under my bump to my pussy. I have to arch my back to reach. Maddox makes a whining noise as he watches me part myself.

Max grips my chin tight and starts pushing me backward. “On your back, whore.”

“Only if you both strip first.”

There’s a pause. The only sound in the room is my wet pussy as I finger myself. Their masks turn to face each other, and Max nods once.

I stop what I’m doing and lean back so I can watch them both slowly remove their clothes, leaving only the masks on. I’m reminded of how they got me pregnant in the first place. Our chase through the snow that should have been terrifying, but was safe and exciting, all because of them.

Their cocks stand proud and I intend to give them the full attention they deserve. I reach out to touch them, but forget my ankles are restrained. “Come closer,” I whine, stretching my fingers out.

“Seems our little whore is not so obedient anymore. Shall we teach her some manners?” Maddox picks up the bat and trails it loosely from my ankle to my chin. I shudder with the need to have their warm hands on me and not cold metal. “Let’s teach her how to be our good little wife.”

“Lie. Down.” Max clips out, and this time I do as he says. “Arms up.” They each take a wrist and secure me to the bed frame. The way Max is so in control has me melting into submission.

“What happens next?”

I’m answered by Max’s firm hand squeezing my breast.

“Ah. Careful. I’m sore. Didn’t have a chance to express yet.”

His fingers linger on my nipple, and he teases it, working the tight flesh of my breast until my milk starts dribbling out. He lifts his mask enough for his tongue to poke out and lick up the droplets.

“Max,” I sigh, my body squirming. I try to rub my thighs together, but my legs are spread too wide.

He pulls back, the mask falling back into place, and grabs something out of my bag next to the bed.

My manual breast pumps. I’m not supposed to use it much in case it stimulates contractions, but since my breasts are overly full, my midwife gave me the okay to use it now and then to relieve the pain. Seems like now is one of those times.

I’m panting as I watch Max secure a pump to each of my breasts. My body works itself into an intense frenzy of lust and need.

His hands hover over them. Taunting me. Building up my nerves.

I’m unsure how this is going to feel, being tied up so helplessly as my breasts are pumped.

Max squeezes and my nipples are sucked tight into the silicone. He’s slow and gentle at first, letting me really feel each pump. As soon as I get used to it, he speeds up.

My back arches as my nipples feel the full brunt of his squeezes, and my milk releases.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Maddox groans, stroking his cock fast next to my face, one knee on the bed. “Open your mouth, baby. I want you to suck me while I watch you being milked.”

He grabs my hair, lifting my head and shuffling closer until his cock is pushing at my lips. I don’t wait to let him in. Salty precum paints my tongue as he slides in slowly, teasing my throat, making drool leak out of the corners of my mouth.

I want to see his face. Touch his skin. Hear his natural whimpers, not the artificial sounds of the mask. But I’m denied it all.

I’m so focused on Maddox that I don’t realize Max has gone between my legs until I feel his tongue down there. He keeps one hand on a pump, and Maddox takes over squeezing the one closest to him.

The sensations of Maddox teasing my mouth, the suction on my nipples, and Max’s tongue are all too much yet not enough at the same time.

All I can do is moan around Maddox, my fingers and toes curling as I silently beg them to let me touch them.

“Does that feel good, baby? You like sucking on your big brother’s cock while your other big brother eats you out?”

He pulls out so I can answer.

“Yes,” I gasp.

His cock slaps my cheeks and smears over my lips.

“Want more?” he asks.

“Take the mask off. Let me see you.”

He chuckles, his fingers tugging at my hair as he pushes past my lips again.

“I think she needs some more discipline, don’t you, Max?”

He’s answered by my yelp around his cock as Max bites my clit.

Scrunching my eyes closed, I succumb to the pain as it eases into pleasure.

“Look at how much milk she’s making,” Maddox says in awe as he watches it drip into the silicone.

The praise fills me with pride and I suck him harder in return. Licking the underside every time he pulls out and kissing the tip before he goes back in.

“I’m close,” he whimpers.

So am I.

Max stops sucking on my clit. “Switch.” They swap places and I can feel the primal energy rolling off Max as he grabs both sides of my head and chokes me on his cock.

My throat is filled, the slight burn of it turns me on more, and I buck my hips into Maddox’s waiting mouth.

He pushes his tongue inside me and presses my clit with his thumb.

My eyes roll back, and I’m floating on ecstasy as they use my body the way it was always intended to be used. By them. For them. I’m eternally theirs.

“The filthy little whore’s going to come,” Maddox says against my pussy. His hands moving up to embrace my stomach.

Am I going to come? I can’t even tell what’s happening to me right now. All I know is that I’m drowning in pleasure.

They both stop before any of us reaches our orgasms.

It takes a moment for me to come to my senses. “Are you not going to fuck me?” I ask, barely able to see or think straight.

“Tsk.” Max slaps my cheek with his hard cock. “Mad, do we really want a bride who’s so eager to get fucked before her wedding day?”

Maddox stands up between my legs, the baseball bat now slung over his shoulders. My eyes go wide as I wonder what he’s going to do with it.

As if he can read my mind he gives me my answer by holding it to my pussy.

“A filthy little whore who does everything we say is exactly the kind of bride I want.”

I feel like I’m in a dream. This is all my wildest memories of them brought to the surface in one sordid package. The only way I’ll know if this is real is if I can see their faces. But will they give me that? Tugging against my bindings, I beg them, “Let me see your faces, please!”

Maddox shakes his head. “It’s bad luck before the big day, baby. Now, come on the bat for me.”

My body has a mind of its own and my hips are lifting, my pussy spreading around the length of the bat as I get myself off. I should be mortified that this is happening again, but I love it. Love them for the degrading things they make me do.

“We’re looking forward to seeing you all dressed in white tomorrow, sweetheart.” Max lifts his mask just enough to kiss my cheek. Then he’s shuffling away and sitting on his knees next to me.

“So excited in fact that we can’t wait,” Maddox’s words end in a high whimper.

In my bat-riding haze, I didn’t realize they were both still getting themselves off.

Heat lashes my body. Hot ropes of come shoot out of Maddox’s cock all over my round stomach and drip down to my pussy.

Max’s come coats my face and chest. Not wanting to waste it, I open my mouth wide and let it land on my tongue as I cry out through my orgasm.

“Oh my god!” I half-scream, half-choke, the feeling of their come coating my body like a second skin breaks my last defenses.

I’m coming hard. The baseball bat is still between my legs, and I buck against it.

No shame or embarrassment to be found. Only pure love, lust, and joy coursing through my body.

Someone wipes the come from my eyes and feeds it to me, I greedily suck their fingers clean.

The pumps are removed from my breasts. At some point, my milk must have stopped releasing and now my nipples tingle with numbness from overuse. Next, my limbs are freed. I lie here limp, used, and covered in come like so many times before. This time might be the best yet.

Bleary-eyed, I see Max and Maddox standing naked on either side of the bed. Their masks gone and replaced with wide Cheshire Cat grins.

I watch as they each raise a small glass of creamy liquid and clink them together over me. Oh, fuck, that’s my …

“Cheers!” Maddox says.

“To a very happy marriage.”

“With a very good little whore.”

My eyelids droop. The night taking its toll on me. There’s no need to resist sleep’s pull. I don’t need to worry about the distinction between my waking and sleeping dreams. My entire existence has become the sweetest dream imaginable.