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“ T hat’s it, little Dove. Get nice and hot for us.

” I say, my voice rumbling through the darkness.

“I want to watch her come,” I growl, my voice low and ravenous.

I can barely see anything in the room, but I don’t miss the movement she makes as she shivers and squirms at my words while Fintan kneels between her legs.

Fintan looks and sounds as if he is eating his last meal and the guttural groan that leaves him, makes my cock strain harder against my jeans.

Fuck, keep it together. We’re working! This is not the fucking time.

The bed creaks as I adjust my position on the mattress beside our helpless little doll, letting my hands roam over her flesh as I lean down and nestle my face in her neck again. Kissing and teasing her, savoring each sound she makes for us.

God, she does look good enough to eat. I need to taste her. Now.

Between kisses and hungry bites, I whisper, “I want him to make you come, little Dove. Come on his tongue. I want him to taste every drop you have to offer.” I glide my right hand to her slender throat, closing my fingers around it tightly as I move my mouth closer to her ear.

“Come for us, little Dove. I love watching your body betray you.”

Fintan works her harder with his mouth. His tongue combined with the fast movements of the knife handle, making her cry out as pleasure visibly ripples through her delectable body.

Her back arches as her head falls back against the bed, and we watch her come. She lets out a beautiful scream into the gag as Fintan pulls out the handle again and continues to work his tongue against her pussy, drawing out her orgasm as long as he can.

I smile, biting the soft lobe of her ear, and whisper again, “You know, lying is rude , doll. Your sexy little sobs and whimpers might scream ‘ no,’ but your body speaks volumes about what you truly crave . You are just as hungry and depraved as we are.”

She whimpers and nods, her sweet sounds straining against the gag as I chuckle in the darkness. “Good girl. Let’s get you out of that gag, shall we?” I say, lifting her and reaching behind her head as I unbuckle the gag.

I watch her features drop in disappointment for a moment when she realizes that I am not removing the rubber ball between her perfect lips. Stepping back from her, I admire her entirety with intensity burning in my gaze as I scan every inch of the body lying utterly helpless in front of me.

Fintan suddenly rises from between her legs, and his hungry gaze nearly levels me. “Come closer. Get on your knees,” he growls with an almost frightening tone.

God, did he just demand I kneel before him? What the fuck?

I flash him a look of uncertainty and confusion, but his gaze remains the same as he waits—ravenous, and it is growing impatient with every second that ticks by.

My heart pounds louder as I mull over his words a moment too long and he steps toward me, the intensity radiating from him in the darkness surrounding us.

I almost forget about Alex who lies bound to the bed as I let logic and rationality bleed from my thoughts and allow my body to be completely driven by unfiltered urge. A flash of lightning briefly illuminates the room as I get off the bed, drop to my knees, and look up at Fintan.

He leans down and clasps his bloody hand on my jaw, with his thumb, he applies pressure to my lower lip until my mouth opens. He spits into my mouth and the taste of mint mixed with Alex’s arousal coats my tongue.

A loud groan rolls from my throat as I swallow.

“She tastes like pure temptation,” Fintan remarks.

With undeniable depravity tugging the corners of my lips into a grin, I straighten up off the floor and move towards the whimpering mess of a girl tied to the bed.

I rip the gag from her mouth before I crash my lips against hers in a bruising kiss.

I want her to taste herself on my tongue. The taste of us. All of us. My cock pulses as she moans into my mouth, feeding me the perfect sound of her approval and pleasure.

“Are you going to kill me?” she whispers when I pull away to take a breath. All Fintan and I offer her in response are whispered laughs.

Saturday, 3:24 AM

Kieran’s hands glide down my body, eventually resting between my legs.

He teases me with a flick of his fingers against my soaking wet core.

His lips are on mine again as he plunges his fingers inside me, causing me to moan into his mouth.

He expertly works his fingers in and out, hitting all the right spots and sending waves of pleasure through my body.

Like a symphony of sensations, a crescendo of desire and pleasure, Kieran's hands explore every inch of my body, igniting a fire within me so hot that it feels like it might melt away all that remains of my common sense and force me to surrender to the fear and pleasure they promise with each hungry touch.

“Hmm, Fin, I can feel your blood all over her,” he breathes. I writhe against his touch, letting out whimpers and moans as my muscles start tensing around his fingers. He responds with a low growl that sends shivers down my spine. “Getting close again, little Dove?”

“Yes,” I whimper breathlessly, afraid to say anything that might upset them. I moan as Fintan grabs my jaw and steals my attention from Kieran.

Kieran chuckles. “Look how pathetically wet and scared you are for us,” he growls, pulling out his fingers and holding them out inches from my face before wiping the digits over my lips. “Taste how much you want this, Dove. Fucking deliciously terrified.”

I let out a shaky breath and whimper as Fintan’s fingers graze against my sensitive clit. Kieran moves closer on the bed and licks the wetness from my lips, kissing me with wild passion as if he wants to erase any memory of another man’s lips on mine.

I feel a warm flush spread through my body, as if I am being lit up from within. These sensations are addictive, like a potent drug that I can’t get enough of. I am already hooked on the high they give me.

As Fintan withdraws his fingers from my dripping center, I let out a small whimper at the loss of his touch. He begins to wipe the blood over my thighs, his hands are coated in the thick, still-warm crimson fluid.

God, they haven’t fucked me yet. If this is their foreplay, I can’t imagine what they have in store for me when the main action begins.

I’m fucking terrified but I am undeniably excited at the seemingly endless possibilities. They have given me no indication that they possess even an ounce of morality.

These men are driven by depravity.

Kieran stops devouring my mouth and kneels next to me. “W-what are you doing?” I ask shakily, looking toward Fintan and my eyes widen when I notice the deep gash on his palm. He must have cut himself when he made me come on his knife.

Does the cut on his hand bother him at all?

Does he even feel pain?

“Don’t you worry about a thing, little Dove. I’m just preparing for later,” his deep voice trails off and Kieran’s lips find mine again.

Unexpectedly, Fintan wipes the blood over my ass, slides a finger inside, and I gasp into Kieran’s mouth.

Fintan slides a second blood-coated finger into my ass as Kieran reaches over and joins in, pushing two of his inside my pussy.

My body starts to convulse as they stretch me with their long digits.

Pleasure courses through me again, and I scream, feeling my muscles clench around their fingers.

I cry out, my body shaking against them. I breathe out a low, almost primal moan as I come again. I hear Fintan chuckle as my eyes roll back from the intensity of my latest orgasm. “I think she liked that. Such a needy little slut for us.”

I whimper as they pull their fingers out of me simultaneously. The loss suddenly leaving me feeling empty. A dirty, wet and shivering mess.