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Chapter 3

Raven

M aybe it’s the alcohol, but I feel a surge of courage that’s so strong I’ve found myself at the mercy of these two men whom I’ve seen before in my life, on our way to do who knows what; fuck if I know.

We continue down a long hallway, passing numerous doors with various amounts of screaming and moaning behind them. Many are still open, and I witness multiple couples in assorted positions and stages of passion. At the last open door we pass, I’m pulled to a sudden halt.

Inside the room is a woman suspended in the air, surrounded by four men. All of them are completely naked, and the woman is currently taking one in the ass, one in her pussy, and another one has his cock down her throat. The fourth one stands nearby, stroking himself to the scene before him before one roars his release and the straggler replaces him.

I sense my breathing speeding up as I stand here watching these five fucking wildly. It’s insane the way they use her for their pleasure and how she just takes it.

“You like watching her get filled with all that cock,” the man named Malachi whispers into my ear, suddenly standing way too fucking close to my side.

I glance over at him for a moment and see how he’s looking at me. His eyes are filled with hunger.

“What would you expect from a dirty slut, little brother.” Dorian spits, closing the distance between us. “Of course, she enjoys watching a woman get railed by multiple men.”

The scene in front of me, plus the proximity of these two men, is setting me on overdrive. I’ve never been so wet in my life, and I need one of them to fuck me already.

“So are we going to do this? Or are we just going to watch others do it?” I ask suddenly, breaking the silence between us. “Because if not, I need to get home and take care of this shit myself,” I whisper, pointing to my weeping pussy.

“Oh, little rabbit. If you want to be fucked, you’re going to have to beg for it,” Dorian growls, wrapping his hand around my throat.

“I don’t beg for dick,” I spit back, reaching up to pull his hand from me.

His brother Malachi grips my hands instantly, pulling my arms behind my back.

“You may not have in the past, little one. But you will for ours,” he whispers, reaching under my skirt with his free hand.

His fingers delve between my legs and slide through my folds effortlessly before he brings them up to my face.

“What a surprise. No panties. And look at how wet she is.”

There’s a fire in Dorian’s eyes as he stares at his brother’s hand, and before I can utter another word, he scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder, marching into the last room at the end of the now-darkened hallway.

“What the fuck, you brute. Put me the hell down!” I screech at him, pounding on his back.

He doesn’t say a word until he storms into the room and throws me on a large bed in the middle of the room.

“Malachi, you know what to do,” he grunts.

His voice is huskier than before, and when I look at Malachi, there’s an apology written across his face.

Why the fuck would he look like that? What have I gotten myself into?

“It’s best if you cooperate, little rabbit. Now, strip those useless scraps from your body. Tape, too.”

Dorian is over at a cabinet in the far corner, and Malachi is coming closer and closer to where I was discarded.

“Yeah, I don’t think so. I’m just going to head out. You two have fun,” I mutter, climbing off the large lush bed.

I would really like to stay and sleep in this beast. It’s fucking soft as hell, and the satin sheets are to die for against my skin, but these two are batshit nuts. I’m all for freaky, but this is just too damn much.

“I don’t think so,” I hear from behind me as I try to make a break for it.

A large hand wraps around my neck again and my body is pulled to Dorian’s chest. He’s angry now, and there’s a large knife in his hand, pointed right at my side.

“Since you don’t want to play nice and listen like a good girl, I will treat you like the disobedient whore you are.”

Fucking Beth .

If I somehow make it out of here tonight, I’m going to fucking kill her for bringing me here. And then I’m never leaving my apartment again. I will work from home. I’ll never fuck another man. I’m fucking done with this shit!

The internal battle I’ve found myself in is interrupted when I’m slammed into a large structure in the corner, and Malachi helps to strap my legs and arms to the contraption. I look around wildly and see that it’s a large wooden X with cuffs to hold down its victim. When I’m strapped into the bindings, both men step back and admire their work.

Dorian steps forward with the knife and rests the tip against my cheek. I glower at him, putting all my hatred and anger into the stare, and watch him break out into the first smile of the night. A legit smile, and then he fucking laughs. Right in my face.

“That fire in your eyes only spurs me on more, little rabbit. Makes me want to cut you deeper. Fuck you harder. Make you hurt before allowing you to come for us,” he breathes, serious all over again.

The tip of the knife pushes into my soft flesh hard enough to draw a bead of blood. I can feel it drip down my face, and both Dorian and Malachi watch it trek down to my chest before Malachi steps forward. He’s mesmerized by the small amount of blood, and he leans in closely, too closely, and then runs the flat of his tongue from my jaw up to my cheekbone, collecting every drop. He growls in response, causing me to cringe.

“You two are fucking crazy!” I scream at them.

“Oh, Raven. You have no idea,” Malachi mutters against my neck.

He steps back, and Dorian fills the space instantly. He eyes me closely and cuts the remaining clothes from my body. I watch in horror as the shreds fall to the floor at our feet, leaving me bare for these freaks to see.

“Would you do the honors, brother?” Dorian finally says after a moment.

When his brother steps forward, he palms my breasts roughly before grabbing the edge of the black tape covering my nipples and ripping it from my body. I scream out in pain when the sticky part of the pasty sticks to my nipple piercings, pulling at them roughly and causing them to bleed.

“Well, would you look at that? Our little rabbit has a few surprises, after all. I wonder if there’s any others we don’t know about yet.”

His hands linger there, running his fingers through the blood pouring out before tracking down my stomach and dipping between my legs. His eyes light up when he finds what he is looking for.

“I knew it,” he whispers, rolling his fingertip around the tiny little balls there.

There are two of them, and the moment he begins to toy with them, I can feel my orgasm building. As much as I try not to, a moan slips free, and Dorian shoves him to the side.

“You don’t have permission to come just yet, little rabbit. Consider that all you get for now,” he growls.

He brings his knife up again, and I can feel it pierce my skin. The cold steel drags across my skin, slicing me open. Again and again. But I hold in the screams. The pleas for him to stop stay inside my head as I talk myself through the pain.

“Come on, little rabbit. Scream for us. I know you want to.”

I glare at him in return, and it only seems to piss him off more.

“Fine. Don’t play nice. Let’s see what you think of this,” he spits in my face.

I watch in horror again when he brings the knife to my pussy. I can feel the dull end of the blade as it slides through my folds. The cold metal is a shock to the head building there, and I gasp when he carefully slices my inner thigh.

“You like the pain, don’t you, Raven? You’re enjoying this,” Malachi says, shocked.

“And if I do?” I grit out, trying to hold in a moan when Dorian repeats his cutting on the opposite thigh.

I’m staring Malachi down when I feel something pressing against my entrance. Slowly, the rough handle of Dorian’s knife pushes into my pussy until I can feel the cold blade pushing against my lips. I’m frozen in shock as he begins fucking me with it.

I can feel the ridges of the handle as it plunges up into me repeatedly, and I can feel myself climbing higher and higher. I’m panting now and let my head fall against the wood holding me up.

“Fuck,” I breathe, and suddenly the knife is pulled from my body.

I whimper at the emptiness, and I open my eyes to find both men wholly naked in front of me.

“Well, shit,” I whisper, taking them both in.

The things I’m seeing are unexpected. Dorian is built like a fucking god, covered in tattoos, and has a lovely little trail of hair marking the way down to his very large cock. Not only is that fucker long, but it is thick. Like, I’m drooling, thick. And then there’s Malachi. He is more lean but still muscular, and he has tattoos covering his chest and arms. And his cock. Damn. They are definitely brothers.

“Like what you see?” Malachi snickers, taking in my reaction.

All I can do is nod and pray that they can’t see how wet I’ve become.

What I wouldn’t do to have one in my pussy and one in my throat.

“Too bad you don’t get to touch. Only good girls get to play with our cocks,” Dorian says with a smirk playing on his lips.

I don’t beg for cock. Right?