Page 34 of Unmasking Mayhem (Behind the Mask Duet #2)

She looks conflicted, emotions swirling behind her eyes—a mixture of fear, resilience, and a flicker of something stronger that sparks my adrenaline.

“I know,” she replies, her voice barely above a whisper, as I see her bravado begin to emerge. “I won’t let him have that kind of hold over me again. If I want to fuck both of you, I'm going to. If he's watching, fucking let him.”

“Good,” Hawk interjects, his tone more assertive as he takes her other hand, grounding her in the middle of both of us. “If you allow him to get inside your head, then he wins. But we’re not letting that happen.”

I nod. “No more hiding,” I agree, squeezing her tighter as the rain continues to drum against the window, mirroring the tempest brewing inside us.

I step up to her, pulling off my shirt and dropping it on the floor beside me.

I undo my belt and watch as she stares at me while I undress, her eyes big and dark, with a wildness inside them I can't fucking ignore.

When all my clothes are off, Hawk undresses, leaving Whitney the only one with clothing on.

I smirk, locking my fingers around her wrist.

"Take your fucking underwear off, Whitney," I demand, my other hand stroking my cock to get it ready for her.

Hawk and I step back, watching her stand there in front of us with her thumbs tucked into the band of her thong, a devious look in her eyes.

"Mmm, yes, Daddy," she purrs, almost making me cum all over my fucking hand.

With a flick of her wrist, she pulls the fabric down her legs, letting it fall to the floor, exposing her completely to us.

The vulnerability should be jarring, yet it only seems to ignite the fire deep inside.

Her confidence radiates like heat from a raging inferno as she stands before us, naked and unashamed.

The vulnerability transforms into power, and I can see it in the way she holds her head high, daring us to approach.

Hawk's breath hitches beside me, and I feel the tension escalate.

This isn't merely sexual; it's a declaration of defiance against the chains that tried to bind her, a rebellion against the shadows of her past. We're not just witnessing her transformation; we're a fucking part of it.

“Damn,” I breathe, captivated by her beauty.

The haunting memories of her past mix with the thrill of the moment, reminding us all that this isn’t just about physical desire; it’s a reclamation of her body, her narrative, and her right to choose her path.

“Come here, you two,” she beckons, her voice sultry as she takes a step closer, the warmth of her naked body a magnet pulling me and Hawk in. “No more waiting.”

“Are you sure?” Hawk asks, his voice low and cautious yet laced with hunger.

Without hesitation, we close the distance that separates us, surrounding her in a protective cocoon of strength and warmth. My hands cup her face, tilting her head slightly as our lips meet again, igniting an explosion of sensations that seem to cascade through every nerve ending.

As our kisses deepen, I feel Hawk's presence behind her, his hands sliding down her sides to gather her waist, pulling her against him. She melts into both of us, surrendering to the intensity of the moment. And it feels right.

“Let us show you how powerful you are,” I whisper, trailing kisses from her mouth to her collarbone, then down to the swell of her breasts as Hawk captures her lips once more.

Hawk leans closer, planting kisses on her neck, murmuring sweet affirmations into her skin. “You’ve been through hell, but look at you now. You’re still standing, Whitney. Stronger than fucking ever.”

His words fuel her desire as I continue my exploration, moving lower until I kneel before her, the undeniable draw of her pussy calling to me. Hawk supports her from behind, leaving her with no choice but to trust the sensations swirling around her.

“Let go, love,” I coax, my fingers slowly moving down her thighs, gripping her flesh gently but firmly as I press my face closer.

My tongue darts out, teasing the sensitive skin just above her pussy, enticing her with whispers of pleasure. She gasps, her body quivering with anticipation as I venture further, tasting her with delicate care.

“Raze,” she moans, and the sound is music to my ears.

I glance up to meet her gaze, watching as her eyes cloud with heavy lust, the weight of everything else momentarily forgotten.

I continue caressing her body, my tongue working magic against her skin, urging her to embrace the sensations and release whatever remains of the fear that tries to grip her.

Hawk watches with hungry eyes, his hands roaming across her body, lifting her closer, making sure she feels adored and cherished no matter the darkness lurking outside.

There's a primal energy in the room—a bond as powerful as the storm raging outside.

With every moan and gasp Whitney emits, the grip of despair weakens.

As I continue to tease her, coaxing her through waves of pleasure, I feel the tension in her body begin to dissolve.

With every flick of my tongue against her clit and stroke of my fingers deep inside her, I remind her of her strength, and as the storm rages on, thrusting us into this wild formation of intimacy, I know it’s about healing and the undeniable power of choosing to stand up against those who would seek to break us.

Once she begins to unravel beneath my touch, Hawk leans closer from behind her, our faces drawing near.

We move into the kitchen, and Hawk leans against her counter while holding her hips and rubbing his cock up and down her ass.

I continue devouring her, slurping up every drop of her essence, savoring the taste of her on my tongue while her juices coat my fingers as they explore her insides.

Without warning Hawk slides into her pussy from behind, leaving me lapping at her clit with my free hand around my cock.

She moans as she pulls my hair, her pussy walls clenching around Hawk and making his eyes roll back in his head.

I can barely breathe, the scene unfolding in front of me igniting every instinct burning in my heart.

Hawk’s thirst for Whitney, combined with my undying need, drives the tension further, creating something completely unapologetic.

The world outside again fades away, drowned out by the sound of her heavenly moans and the rhythm of their bodies moving in sync.

“Raze,” she gasps, her fingers tightening around my hair as her body shifts to accommodate Hawk’s thrusts and finger fucking her ass.

The way she says my name—desperate, alluring—makes every nerve in my fucking body sing with lust. Hawk gives her a sharp slap on her ass as he fucks her hard and fast, urging her to rise further, as if to stretch her limits.

"That's right, baby. Fucking take it all,” he growls as he pulls out of her pussy and slides into her ass, his voice deep and rugged, sending shivers of excitement down my spine.

My fingers immediately plunge deep into her slick cunt, curling just right to make her buck against me with pleasure while Hawk fills her from behind.

Together, we’re an entity of craving and fulfillment, and it feels like nothing else in this world matters.

Each thrust from Hawk sends ripples through her body, coinciding perfectly with the way I swirl my tongue around her clit, coaxing her closer to the edge.

I feel my heart racing, caught in the tension of the moment.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Whitney,” I murmur against her pussy, feeling the heat radiate off her in waves. “Let go for us. Just let it happen.”

Her response is immediate. I can feel her body tighten around Hawk's cock, the way her breath catches as she teeters on the brink of release.

“I... I can’t—” she gasps, but I know that’s not true.

She’s stronger than she realizes, and together, we're here to drown out the pain of the past and promise her both pleasure and strength.

“Fucking do it, Whitney,” Hawk encourages, his thrusts growing more deliberate, deeper. “Let go.”

His confidence feeds into her, and I can see her surrendering to the pleasure, embracing the sweet release that awaits her.

In one fluid motion, I rise to meet her gaze, my lips brushing against hers, the taste of her cunt still lingering on my lips and tongue.

The combined sensation of her taste, my fist inside her cunt, and Hawk’s cock stretching her pushes her over the edge.

“I’m—” Her words are abruptly cut off as she trembles violently, the climax washing over her like an undulating wave.

“Now, Whitney!” I shout, the tone of my voice urging her to take it further, to release everything pent up inside.

Her body responds, and I watch in awe as she shatters around us, her moans pouring free from her lips like a melody woven through the air.

“Fuck!” she cries, the sound echoing through the room as her entire being tightens, then lets go, soaking my hand with her sticky release.

It’s beautiful; it’s ecstatic. A moment where all the darkness fades, where just the three of us exist. I could stay lost in this moment forever.

As Hawk continues thrusting into her ass, she rides the wave of pleasure, her body quaking as her orgasm nearly consumes her.

I feel myself building up too, the rush of watching her unravel igniting an inferno within me as I grab her hand and wrap it around my cock, wanting her to stroke me off so I can come.

“God, you’re fucking amazing,” I whisper, enveloping her with one hand from behind as she collapses toward me.

Hawk pounds into her ass, emptying his cum as deep inside of her as he can, his hands violently digging into her hips.

With her body still shaking, I press against her, feeling the way she shudders in the aftershocks of euphoria, stroking my cock from my balls to the head, giving each of my piercings a playful tug.

But we’re not done yet. Not by a long fucking shot.

“Look up, baby,” I instruct gently, coaxing her to face me fully.

As she does, I meet her gaze, her eyes alight with renewed fire and glazed over with lust. She glances back at Hawk, whose cock still glistens with her essence, a beautiful sign of her enjoyment.

She takes a moment to catch her breath before placing her hand against my chest, pushing me gently until I'm positioned behind her. Hawk pulls out, and as I step closer, I can feel the heat radiating off her bare skin. I can’t resist kissing her again, diving into the touch that feels so familiar yet electrifyingly new.

Her body molds against me, fitting as if we were crafted to fill this space together.

I lift her chin and press against her, my tongue mingling with hers.

“Are you ready for more?” I murmur against her lips, searching her emerald-green eyes for affirmation.

“Yes,” she breathes, the power in her voice cutting through me, igniting my every thought.

I guide her backward until she’s perched on the counter, her legs wrapping around my waist as I position myself at her entrance. Together, we both glance to Hawk, who is watching with that glowing intensity, readying himself for whatever comes next.

“Just breathe, Whit,” he instructs, stepping forward to kiss her forehead as he takes his place beside us. He leans in close, whispering sweet nothings that further bolster her confidence.

“Good,” I growl under my breath as I give her a teasing thrust, just the tip entering her pussy, followed by another. I continue to hover there, holding myself just on the edge as I let her feel the sensation of me ready and willing to fuck her.

“Please,” she begs, her hips moving instinctively to draw me in deeper.

The vision of her desperation is intoxicating.

With one swift motion, I bury myself inside her cunt, the heat and the wetness wrapping around me like a vise.

My body takes over, driven by instincts that come to life—both of us moving in perfect unison.

Hawk matches my rhythm. He positions himself closer, and before I know it, I’m lost in the intoxicating dance of bodies and essences, each thrust propelling us deeper into an exploration of untamed desire, surrounded by shadow and rain, giving life to a moment that holds the power to rewrite the narrative of our lives.

With each passionate thrust, we reclaim control, rewriting the hurt she endured, unraveling the chains he tried to place upon her, and reaffirming that she will never have to wrestle with her demons alone again.