Page 30 of Love to Defy You (The Dark Love #2)

Willow

The anonymity of the audience’s masks and hoods isn’t unlike the millions of people who hid behind their computer screens and watched an entire football team run a train on me.

But you liked being the center of attention that night, a devilish voice whispers in the back of my mind. Having all eyes on you as you took cock after cock.

Tonight, I’m only taking one cock, so really, this is easy in comparison.

As I survey the audience, I check for any signs of a recording device, but everyone sits in their chairs with their hands in their laps, waiting for me to begin.

I wonder if Enzo can read my mind because he says, “What happens in this chamber, stays in this chamber.”

Good. I don’t want a stranger on the internet to watch me while masturbating in his mom’s basement. I want—no, I need —to see the audience’s reaction to me. To witness the effect I have on them. That’s what turns me on.

Flaming torches on the walls cast flickering shadows in the dim light, and they give the chamber a hedonistic mystique. I’m shaking with adrenaline and fear, but Alek taught me how to harness the fear and become aroused by it. And yeah, I’m getting there.

The audience’s attention is on my body, though I might as well be naked given how sheer this toga is.

But like Alek said, this is my show, and this stage costume certainly draws the male gaze, including Enzo’s.

I don’t miss the way his hungry eyes rake over my body as he salivates after what he can’t have.

I turn toward Alek. “Sit on the end of the bed. There.” Despite the nervous tremor in my voice, my words are thick with need as I point to where I want him.

Alek does as I say and sits down, feet on the floor, and waits. I approach him and stand between his knees with my back toward Enzo. I feel the weight of dozens of men staring at my ass in this sheer fabric as I turn my focus onto Alek.

“You like being the object of their carnal lust, don’t you, malishka ?“ Alek places his hands on my hips and pulls me closer.

I nod.

His mouth parts as he lets out a small sigh. “Fuck, look at you.” Alek drags his reverent gaze down to my nipples pebbling against the fabric, and he reaches up to roll one between his fingers. “And you’re all mine.”

A soft moan falls from my lips as I press my tit into his hand. “Then claim me. I want everyone to know I’m yours.”

Alek leans forward and takes my other breast into his mouth while he works the other with his hand. His hot breath moistens the fabric, creating a volatile sensory experience with the cold ambient temperature on my skin.

My head lolls back as I close my eyes and relish the sensation.

Alek roams his free hand over my ass and squeezes hard until I whimper. The multiple touch points set my skin ablaze, and I run my fingers through his hair to hold him against my chest. He groans against my sensitive nipple, and a shudder passes through my body.

I open my eyes and look around at the faceless men surrounding me. The air is thick with an undercurrent of lust as the audience grows restless, no longer sitting as still as statues. They’re coming alive with electric excitement as they watch me writhe and moan in Alek’s arms.

Alek releases me and spins me around to face Enzo, who’s taken his seat at the head of the circle. My fiancé rubs his hands down my legs, gathering the skirts and dragging the fabric up toward my waist.

Enzo’s dark gaze lingers on mine until it dips down to my center, and when Alek exposes my bare pussy for all to see, my breath hitches. Cold air brushes against my heated opening.

“See this pussy?” Alek growls, loud enough for Enzo to hear. “It belongs to me.”

He yanks me down onto his lap, and I gasp at the hard erection pressing into my backside. My legs fall on either side of his knees, and he pries my thighs apart by widening his own. My pussy is spread open for Enzo, who licks his lips as he takes in the sight of me, unblinking.

“So wet,” Enzo murmurs to no one in particular. “I can see her arousal glistening from here.”

This feels so filthy, so wrong, and yet I don’t know if I’ve ever been so turned on in my life. My chest rises and falls with uneven breaths as heat and fear and shame scorch my body.

One of the hooded figures moves his robe open, exposing his erection, and he fists himself at the base. Another one does the same.

“They’re all hard for you,” Alek purrs in my ear. “But none of them can touch you. That privilege is mine.” He keeps my skirt hiked up around my waist with one hand, but he drags the other up my thigh, inching his way toward my center.

Using two fingers, he spreads my folds apart, and Enzo drags his hand over his jaw, entranced.

I’m trembling with unmet need, aching for some relief, and I roll my hips against Alek’s fingers.

“Greedy little malishka .“ He lightly swats my pussy, and my gasp echoes in the cavernous chamber. “I own your pleasure, and I will decide when and how I give it.”

I meet Enzo’s gaze as I whisper, “Yes, sir.”

Enzo widens his position and reaches between his legs to adjust himself, but his eyes never leave mine.

My head is dizzy with lust beneath Enzo’s molten gaze as Alek roves his hands over my body. Each beat of my heart pounds like a hammer, yet flutters like hummingbird wings. More of the hooded figures have exposed themselves to stroke their thick lengths, emboldened by the anonymity of their masks.

No one is shy in this chamber. All of us are descending into a sexual frenzy as one, and I am at the center of their attention, their singular desire in this moment as they touch themselves to my image.

As the object of their lust, what filthy acts am I performing in their imaginations?

Right now, I am their ultimate fantasy, and that knowledge makes arousal drip down my thighs.

“Please, Alek...” I whisper.

He continues to tease and play with my sex without entering me. “Please, what?”

I whimper. “Please fuck me.”

“Louder, malishka .“ He cups his hand over my opening and pulls me against his thick erection. “I want everyone to hear you beg for my fat cock.”

A thrill weaves its way through my body until I’m violently shaking on Alek’s lap, my legs spread wide. It’s humiliating and erogenous all at once.

I throw my head back against Alek’s shoulder and cry out, “Please, I need you inside me, Alek!”

“You’ll take me in your mouth first.” He pushes me off his lap. “On your knees. Show everyone how much you love to suck my dick.”

I slide onto the floor between his legs in a crumpled, sweaty, messy heap.

It hurts when my knees hit the hard, uneven cobblestone, but I push through the pain.

Alek’s erection hangs heavy in front of my face, and I grab it at the base.

He sucks in a sharp breath and fists my hair in his hand, knocking my laurel crown to the damp floor.

Without warning, he shoves me down onto him, and I gag when he hits the back of my throat. He holds my head still in his tight grip and fucks my face, rough and fast, as I choke on his length.

I glance up at him through watery eyes, but his focus isn’t on me. He’s staring at someone behind me, probably Enzo, with a wicked smirk as he plunders the chasm of my mouth.

“Your lips feel so good wrapped around my cock.” His voice rings clear for all to hear. “Like the gods themselves shaped your pretty little mouth just for me.”

My vision tunnels, and I’m not sure how much more I can take of his savage assault. But Alek knows my body perhaps even better than I do, and he yanks me off him when I reach my limit.

He stands abruptly from the bed, dragging me up by my arm before hurling me onto the mattress. “Get on all fours, ass in the air.”

It takes a moment to find my bearings after being tossed around like an inflatable sex doll, but I scramble to obey his command. I cough and sway as I get into position, and the cool sheets are a soothing balm on my scratched knees.

My toga slipped down my shoulder at some point, and my right breast is hanging out. Alek crawls onto the bed behind me and lifts my skirt over my hips, exposing my ass, and he fists his erection to line it up at my wet pussy.

I lift my head to find Enzo sitting directly ahead of me, but he’s one of the few guys remaining who haven’t whipped their dicks out yet. He’s an island against a lewd chorus of groans and fists slapping against skin.

Why won’t he touch himself? Why is he resisting my allure and not giving in to his basic urges? I know he wants me, but I want to watch him get off while he watches me.

The moment Alek slams into me, Enzo’s lip curls.

My vision sears for a moment as I stretch around Alek’s throbbing length, and he digs his fingers into my hips to anchor himself. He moves with aggressive urgency, and with each rough thrust, his balls slap against my ass.

Enzo’s presence brings out the beast in Alek, and he fucks me in the most raw, vulgar way, driven to madness by a primitive need to stake his claim on me. He doesn’t just fuck me. He dominates me, using my body to show Enzo that he’s the alpha male in the room.

I come. Hard.

When I scream Alek’s name, it echoes against the vaulted ceiling. The orgasm hits me like a lightning strike, and I shudder beneath him as the most rapturous sensation consumes me. I fist the sheets as I writhe and cry out his name over and over like I’m calling out for God.

Alek drives into me and roars, pumping me full of his seed as he holds my hips against him to keep us joined.

Euphoria melts over me like candle wax, slow and scorching. My pounding heartbeat drowns out every other sound in the chamber, but the smell of sex hangs in the thick air.

When Alek slides out of me, I’m unable to hold myself up on shaky limbs any longer, and I collapse onto my stomach in a panting, dripping mess.

As I come down off my high, the heat of my body cools, so I hug my legs to my chest to keep warm.

Goosebumps rise on my arms as I shiver violently, and tears well in my eyes.