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Double Trouble

Blade

B ecause the Mausoleum gets hot and stuffy in the summer, we spend those months at our apartment. The moment I enter the room after making a quick trip to the grocery store, I can tell the guys are losing their minds from boredom from the expressions on their faces. We go out and do things every day, but we haven’t done the one thing that gives us all the release we crave.

As I pause in the kitchen to store the food and the alcohol, I catch sight of Saint on the balcony, chain smoking and holding a pint of Jack while he peers over the railing.

"Riley, what's up with Saint?"

"No clue. He's been dead ass quiet all day."

I scratch my chin and shoot him a look of confusion as I pop the top on a beer. "Has he been out there long?"

"Ever since we got back from the beach." He never takes his gaze away from the TV as he and Nixon sit in front of it, playing Xbox.

I throw the cap in the garbage, lean the bottle against my lips, and move toward the door. As I open it and step outside onto the patio, I let the beer slide down my throat. Closing the door behind me, Saint doesn't even turn around. But he knows it's me behind him.

"What, Blade?"

"What are you doing out here?"

"Just watching the view."

I follow his gaze and notice he’s staring directly into Scarlett's apartment, a pained grin on his lips as he puffs on a thickly rolled joint, his gaze never leaving her bedroom window.

"Halloween is coming soon enough, brother. We’ll have her in no time." I pat him on the back and fix my gaze on her apartment, a smile twitching at the memory of the night we first met her in the cemetery. Since then, there have been other times we’ve seen her, but she still has no idea who we are, and I don’t think she ever will.

Saint

As Scarlett pulls her shirt over her head, my eyes widen even more as I welcome the burn from the glaring sun. My eyes already sting from not blinking, but I widen them even more.

Even though we lived across the city, we seized the opportunity when a building opened up across from hers. I now frequently come out here to keep an eye on her. The wait is fucking agonizing since Halloween is five months away. My cock aches at the plans we have for her, and I know they’re torturing Blade and the boys as well.

Any guy, whether he wants to fucking admit it or not, dreams of stealing a precious girl's virginity.

I lean over the railing and keep a close eye on her as she changes from her bathing suit into a simple black T-shirt. As I recall dressing her in my shirt the night we brought her home from the finger games, a sly grin tugs at the corners of my mouth.

“What are you smiling at?” Blades asks, nudging my elbow with his.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” I sneer, never taking my eyes off Scarlett’s window.

“Alright, have fun with this. Me, Riley, and Nixon are going out tonight. Do you want to join us?” My brother asks, mischief flashing in his ice blue eyes.

“Nah. Raincheck?”

He casts a quizzical look at me, but I still keep my eyes on Scarlett. “Sure, raincheck.”

At 11:34 p.m., Scarlett finally turns off her light. I feel a smile spread across my lips as soon as I realize the significance of the time. It spells hell upside down and backwards .

Every time I smoke a cigarette, I go out onto the balcony to check on her, but all night long, she has been simply lying on her bed. If I had to hazard a guess, I would say she's likely waiting until the wee hours to see if any of us sneak into her room like we have. She waits for us only to watch what kind of suffering we subject her to next.

Initially intended as retaliation for the death of Riley's sister, it has evolved into more of a game—a sick obsession between the four of us—and her. Whether she likes to admit it or not, I know she fucking likes it.

I take a seat in the chair and raise my feet up on the handrail. I let myself be carried away by a vivid memory of one of the nights Blade and I broke into her room a few months ago as I light my cigarette and stare into the gloom of her room.

Flashback, February

I chose the room with the best view of Scarlett's on purpose, and I just finished unpacking. We have been waiting for a while for an apartment close to hers to become available for rent, and fortunately, one just did. So we took it.

Nixon is throwing a small party tonight, so we’ve been munching on ecstasy pills like skittles to get ready. Blade walks into my room with masks in hand and a sly grin on his face while Nixon and Riley are preoccupied with the female guests they’ve invited. He throws me my mask and nods toward Scarlett's apartment as his dark, wild eyes pierce through mine.

"Ready to have some fun?" he asks, licking his dry lips as the drugs run rampant through his body, turning him into a monster, hungry and desperate, much like myself.

"Ready for... what?" As the E begins to take effect, the lights blind my eyes, coursing through my veins like lava and warming my entire body.

As I follow his gaze and land on Scarlett's window—exactly where I was watching moments earlier—desire overflows my senses.

"What the fuck do you think?" he sneers, adjusting the boner that's already growing between his legs.

"I was born ready. What is it tonight?"

He mulls it over as I pull my sweatshirt over my head and fasten my mask over my face. We go to the window and open it, preparing to climb down the fire escape .

"Let's see how eager she is to get on her knees for us ." He grins before he puts his mask on, making my cock twitch at his brilliant idea.

Once we arrive at her window, we see her dozing off in bed while her bedroom is only illuminated by the light from the TV. I take my knife and cut the window screen, ripping it open so we can slide through. By this point, she has probably replaced it numerous times.

Blade and I stand by her bedside and gaze at her, drooling as our eyes travel over her body and land on the enticing, off-limits cunt between her legs. My mouth is already watering, but I smile under my mask as I recall the taste of her blood on my tongue. Blade moves to the other side of her bed while I stay where I am, both wielding our knives, waiting for her to sense our presence and wake up.

She doesn’t wake up even after I gently poke her with my knife while she’s still sleeping, pressing the point against her erect nipples and through her sheer pajama top. Her eyes fling open as I lower my knife and slide it under her top as Blade takes his and glides the spine deftly across her collarbone, leaving goosebumps on her soft, innocent skin. I quickly slice it in half, exposing her bare breasts, which are made even harder when the cool air hits them.

"Ahh!" she screams, and I slap my hand over her mouth, not wanting her to wake up her roommate.

"Shut the fuck up, sinner, " Blade says, narrowing his eyes at her as he turns his knife around and presses the sharp edge against her throat. "You're gonna keep that pretty little mouth shut, and you're gonna sit the fuck up for us, aren't you, sinner?"

She slowly sits up with her back pressed against the headboard, nodding her head slowly and flicking her wide-open eyes between our knives. By removing the blanket from her, he reveals her lower body and the fact that she’s only wearing a pair of white underwear.

How appropriate for a virgin.

I move closer to her legs, dipping my head to her pussy. I pull apart her trembling thighs and breathe heavily over her clothed clit, causing it to swell and arouse her even though I’m not touching her.

"You've got a pussy full of sin even though no one's ever been inside of it, don't you, trouble?" My breath on her pussy is as hot as the fires in hell, as I ask, flicking the ball of nerves with the tip of my tongue.

She trembles as Blade moves his knife smoothly over her tits, piercing her skin with the point until blood drips from the wound. Intensely sucking on her tit, he dips his head and keeps his eyes on her while hungrily lapping up the blood. The other one is cut, leaving a mark on both of her supple tits, and her adorable little eyes take on a terrified expression.

I take my hand and rub her pussy roughly with the ball of my palm, getting her to arch her back off the bed slightly, knowing I’m seconds away from ripping her panties off and slamming my cock inside of her. Her eyes are tormented, and I can see how she despises her love for it.

My brother sucks the tiny slices dry, pulling his mouth away from her chest and wiping his lips, leaving behind vicious bite marks that appear to be painful. "Time to get on your fucking knees, sinner."

"For what?" she bites back, pissed off and in pain.

He grabs her hair and drags her toward the edge of the bed, about to throw her onto the floor.

"Fine! I'll go on my own," she yells, but in a whisper, knowing better than to raise her voice so her nosey roommate doesn't come in and ruin everything.

"That's what I fucking thought."

"Don't sit here and act like you're not having fun, trouble," I taunt her as she positions herself on her knees in front of Blade and me.

"Yeah, wicked fun," she scoffs, tying her hair in a ponytail, already knowing what's about to happen.

"Look at you. Such a good sport getting ready for us." I move closer to her mouth by pulling out my cock and twirling the piercings in my head, which causes jolts of gratification to erupt throughout my body.

Blade has already started to stroke his, maintaining a firm grip at the base while squeezing the tip and playing with the piercings lining his shaft. Her eyes enlarge when she first sees our cocks, almost as if she has never seen one that’s pierced—or one that is covered in piercings, for that matter. I push the tip of my cock against her quivering lips while stroking it, amused at her reaction to the sight of it, with swirls of colored ink and shiny, silver barbells all over.

"What? You've never seen a cock like ours before, have you?"

"No. Did that hurt?" she asks shyly, making Blade and I smirk underneath our masks.

"Nah, after the first one, all the other piercings were nothing," I answer, tugging on a barbell that's pierced near the middle of my shaft.

"What about the tattoos? Did those hurt?" She looks at Blade, turning her head slightly so my cock pokes against her cheek.

"Have you ever gotten a tattoo, sinner?"

"Yeah."

"Did it fucking hurt?"

"Yeah… a little."

"Alright then. There's your fucking answer. Now shut the fuck up and open your mouth for me," he huffs out, sounding impatient, as the drugs wreak havoc on his mind.

She complies, sits up straight on her knees, and parts her lips just in time for Blade to ruthlessly slam his cock between them. He pumps into her mouth, repeatedly thrusting forcefully against her uvula as tears sting her eyes. In order to give him a better angle down her throat, I fist her hair, messing up her ponytail, and pull it back.

“If her throat is this tight, just imagine how tight her cunt is.” He winks at me and slides his cock out of her mouth, pulling thick spit strings with it .

I give her a moment to breathe, and when Blade has her hair firmly in his grasp, I turn her head and approach her, smearing the clear beads of precum all over her puffy lips so they shine for me. "My turn. Now fucking open that mouth for me, trouble."

Nervously, she opens her mouth, taking me in as I gently push between her lips. Once fully between them, I squeeze her mouth shut, making her lips kiss the skin at the base of my cock, my hips wildly pumping away. She gags and slurps, trying to suck as I brutally thrust and Blade tugs viciously on her hair. I pinch her nose, cutting off most of her air, so she basically chokes on my cock, making her throat constrict around my shaft. And it feels so fucking good.

Stroking his cock, he presses the tip against her cheek, letting his precum smear across her skin. She widens her jaw and takes me deeper, squeezing me down her throat while licking my piercings with the tip of her tongue. Fuck. My eyes roll, my stomach tightens, and a shudder racks my body. I let go of her nose, and she gasped, giving me the chance to squeeze down her throat some more. Blade stands beside me, turning Scarlett so she's looking at both of us, swatting my hand away from her mouth as he forces her lips open as wide as he can.

"This might be uncomfortable, but I know you can do it."

She looks at us, fear filling her big, beautiful eyes.

"Just don't fucking bite us... The last girl who did got her fucking throat slashed," he says proudly, reminiscing about that night when White cut the bitch’s throat.

She opens her mouth as wide as she can, still keeping my cock inside. Blade pushes his between her red, puffy lips, forcing it in as far as it'll go. She bobs her head, sucking both of our cocks as we fuck her mouth in unison. I grip her throat while Blade fists her hair, both of us spilling our come down her throat, filling her mouth so hot liquid drips from the corners of her swollen lips.

"You are a little sinner, aren't you?" Blade says, emptying the last of himself on the back of her tongue.

"Imagine what both of us in your tight little cunt are going to feel like…at the same time," I whisper as the last wave of pleasure rips through me, delivering a final thrust that sends the tip of my cock slamming against the back of her throat.

I can't fucking wait for Halloween.