it.
“Yes. She is.”
A trickle of moisture escaped me as he painted my skin with his touch. His fingers drifted lower, to my slit. One or two fingers stroked along the whole length, from clit to almost my asshole, before they found my entrance and pressed inside me.
Whimpering, I clamped my hands onto Grimm’s forearms but found myself slipping down the chair and spreading my legs wider. “Please.”
“More?” Mavros asked, his voice smooth as honey.
“Yes. Oh yes.”
“Little slut.” Amused, Grimm kissed me, distracting me for all of one second. My awareness wobbled from his kiss to Mavros toying with me, finger-fucking me, and back again.
Mavros said softly. “We should give pleasure, but not let her come.”
“What? What did you –” Grimm covered my mouth again, silencing me.
I swallowed the other words, rapt, wriggling in their grip, taking Grimm’s tongue inside me, and Mavros’s fingers, exchanging breaths and moans.
I couldn’t fathom their words, not with both of them on me. Mesmers gave the best orgasms, even when their victims were also letting themselves be fucked, tortured, and abused.
Not that I was in that category. I was whole of mind. I was me. I wanted this. I squirmed to get more, more of everything. Need swamped my every brain cell.
Grimm watched my eyes, my mouth. “If we don’t let you come, what would you do?”
“Scream?” I pouted. “Don’t do that. I need to.”
I shut my eyes to absorb the lust cramming, dripping, throbbing into every part of my body.
“If you came...when we didn’t want you to,” he whispered, only loud enough for me to hear. “I’d have the right to take that proverbial pound of flesh from you.”
Did he mean that?
Cold trickled in. How far would he go, this new Grimm? A mesmer was never predictable.
Yet Grimm would never be like the ones I’d killed. Teasing me, that was all.
“You’d let me?” he lowered his head and plucked at my upper lip with his teeth, before nibbling a pathway lower. “Hmm?
“Mmm-hmm.”
Sighing, I turned my head to the side, offering my vulnerable neck in the hope of more ravishing. Mavros chose that moment to strip my panties from me, dragging them from under my ass and down my legs.
I had them both. These two men. They wanted me, wanted to take me, both at once.
When Grimm drew his open mouth across my throat, his teeth scraping my skin, I moaned and wondered if I could come from biting alone. Arching, I pushed my breasts to his mouth, begging soundlessly.
With my head riveted to the chair by his hand, he bit where I least expected it, directly over my larynx.
I choked out a no but he pinned my arms as I tried to stop him.
Locked there, I quivered, coughing. A little more force and he’d crush flesh, maybe kill me.
Did he realize what he might do, accidentally?
Should I kick? Mavros might intervene.
“Careful. Don’t choke her.” Mavros sounded clinical.
I kicked my heels on the floor.
“Grimm.”
The teeth in my neck stayed where they were, though I felt Grimm’s tongue lick at me.
“Grimm!” Now Mavros seemed alarmed.
The man lifted away his mouth, but his arms shifted, wrapping across my chest and throat. His muscles were as ungiving as steel. “Sorry.”
I swallowed. My mouth opened as I thought of what to say.
“Enough.” He kissed my forehead. “Let’s fuck her. I want to see her scream.”
Stark cruelty pricked his eyes, dirtying the widening smile.
And that potential cruelty excited me beyond anything else he’d done. Beyond belief. How?
If he’d changed, so had I.
Ignoring Mavros he released me, stepped to the side, and scooped me from the chair. Within a few long strides, he reached the bed and dropped and rolled me onto it, so that I landed on my stomach, bouncing. Face first in quilt, I struggled to rise, but he sank a knee into my back and flattened me.
I put my hands to either side and attempted to push myself up.
“Don’t. Move.” His knee pressed
“Yes. She is.”
A trickle of moisture escaped me as he painted my skin with his touch. His fingers drifted lower, to my slit. One or two fingers stroked along the whole length, from clit to almost my asshole, before they found my entrance and pressed inside me.
Whimpering, I clamped my hands onto Grimm’s forearms but found myself slipping down the chair and spreading my legs wider. “Please.”
“More?” Mavros asked, his voice smooth as honey.
“Yes. Oh yes.”
“Little slut.” Amused, Grimm kissed me, distracting me for all of one second. My awareness wobbled from his kiss to Mavros toying with me, finger-fucking me, and back again.
Mavros said softly. “We should give pleasure, but not let her come.”
“What? What did you –” Grimm covered my mouth again, silencing me.
I swallowed the other words, rapt, wriggling in their grip, taking Grimm’s tongue inside me, and Mavros’s fingers, exchanging breaths and moans.
I couldn’t fathom their words, not with both of them on me. Mesmers gave the best orgasms, even when their victims were also letting themselves be fucked, tortured, and abused.
Not that I was in that category. I was whole of mind. I was me. I wanted this. I squirmed to get more, more of everything. Need swamped my every brain cell.
Grimm watched my eyes, my mouth. “If we don’t let you come, what would you do?”
“Scream?” I pouted. “Don’t do that. I need to.”
I shut my eyes to absorb the lust cramming, dripping, throbbing into every part of my body.
“If you came...when we didn’t want you to,” he whispered, only loud enough for me to hear. “I’d have the right to take that proverbial pound of flesh from you.”
Did he mean that?
Cold trickled in. How far would he go, this new Grimm? A mesmer was never predictable.
Yet Grimm would never be like the ones I’d killed. Teasing me, that was all.
“You’d let me?” he lowered his head and plucked at my upper lip with his teeth, before nibbling a pathway lower. “Hmm?
“Mmm-hmm.”
Sighing, I turned my head to the side, offering my vulnerable neck in the hope of more ravishing. Mavros chose that moment to strip my panties from me, dragging them from under my ass and down my legs.
I had them both. These two men. They wanted me, wanted to take me, both at once.
When Grimm drew his open mouth across my throat, his teeth scraping my skin, I moaned and wondered if I could come from biting alone. Arching, I pushed my breasts to his mouth, begging soundlessly.
With my head riveted to the chair by his hand, he bit where I least expected it, directly over my larynx.
I choked out a no but he pinned my arms as I tried to stop him.
Locked there, I quivered, coughing. A little more force and he’d crush flesh, maybe kill me.
Did he realize what he might do, accidentally?
Should I kick? Mavros might intervene.
“Careful. Don’t choke her.” Mavros sounded clinical.
I kicked my heels on the floor.
“Grimm.”
The teeth in my neck stayed where they were, though I felt Grimm’s tongue lick at me.
“Grimm!” Now Mavros seemed alarmed.
The man lifted away his mouth, but his arms shifted, wrapping across my chest and throat. His muscles were as ungiving as steel. “Sorry.”
I swallowed. My mouth opened as I thought of what to say.
“Enough.” He kissed my forehead. “Let’s fuck her. I want to see her scream.”
Stark cruelty pricked his eyes, dirtying the widening smile.
And that potential cruelty excited me beyond anything else he’d done. Beyond belief. How?
If he’d changed, so had I.
Ignoring Mavros he released me, stepped to the side, and scooped me from the chair. Within a few long strides, he reached the bed and dropped and rolled me onto it, so that I landed on my stomach, bouncing. Face first in quilt, I struggled to rise, but he sank a knee into my back and flattened me.
I put my hands to either side and attempted to push myself up.
“Don’t. Move.” His knee pressed
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