Page 30 of Where Angels Fall

He's so close, I could reach forward and kiss him, but I know that's not the right thing to do. His touch is muddling my brain. It's too soft for someone like him, too sweet and reverent. Cravings for it bloom inside me, even as he gives it to me.

“Make them feel good, my angel,” he whispers again, and this time he takes his touch away.

Embarrassingly, I whimper, trying to quickly bite it back. Heat flares hot in my face. When he strides away and falls into a chair, I feel instantly cold, the distance between us extinguishing the flames burning inside of me. I want him to come back, but I also want to do this.

On my hands and knees, I slowly make my way to where the eerie twins stand. They watch me with their cold, dark eyes as I make my way over to them, my hips swaying with the movement. With every step forward, I feel men's release trickle out of me. I know they can all see. They can see my bruised and battered pussy and all their cum spilling out of it. But right now, I don't even care. Right now, I feel beautiful. I feel free, free in a way I didn't know was possible.

I stop in front of their boots, waiting. One of them slowly walks behind me until I can't see him, but I can feel him. They move like robots, and an icy dread slides down my spine. I already know these guys don't fuck like normal men.

I cry out when two hands circle my hips and lifts me off the ground in one easy tug.

I'm roughly thrown on my back onto one of the tables. Manoeuvred like nothing but a toy. The room spins as my head hangs off the edge, hair swaying towards the ground. Red lights bath me as my eyes dart around the room. My upside vision is full of tattooed men in leather vests, music spilling out off the speakers.

I feel like I'm high.

The clones surround me, one stepping in between my legs and one just before my face, their cocks are already out in their hands. My wide eyes flick between them, amazed at how identical their cocks look. I didn't know identical twins transferred to their genitalia. It has my mouth watering with need.

I know they're not going to be gentle with me. I don't know if these two humans are capable of gentleness. They step forward at the same time, one cock notching at my entrance, while the other one brushes against my lips. The man at my face wraps his hands around my neck but doesn't put pressure. Just a firm grip against my throat.

At the same time, they push into me, and I groan at the sensation. It's quickly cut off by a gag, as the cock head hits the back of my throat. Kai or Kaleb, I couldn’t tell even if I wasn’t upside down, holds it still, deep in my throat, cutting off my airway. His balls smash against my nose.

Panic floods my senses. My body twists and writhes, trying to dislodge him.

Just before spots sparkle in my eyes, he pulls out, and I suck in ragged breaths of air. Streams of spit connect us as he pulls his cock an inch away from my face, and I'm wildly trying to get oxygen back into my system. The man between my legs keeps thrusting in and out, not pausing to wait like his brother.

Tears stream from my eyes as I sob. Tears caused by a mix of fear, need, and depravity, and I can't deny the thrill that runs through me when he does it again, strangling me on his cock.

I can't breathe again. My nose is covered, and my mouth is full, and again, he pulls out right at the last second.

My face is covered in snot, tears, and saliva. I'm a coughing, spluttering mess, but it feels so damn good. I didn't think it was possible to come again, but another orgasm spirals through my body. I'm on the precipice of falling off a cliff that I won't be able to climb back up.

The fact that I can't tell if it's Kai or Kaleb who's stuffing my throat and blocking my oxygen doesn't really matter to me.

They are almost the same person.

He does it again, this time for longer, and his hand rests on my throat, feeling the way it bulges with himself. It has goosebumps rising on my skin as I uselessly push at his thighs on instinct. This time, when he pulls out, he roughly strokes his cock. I watch it, hypnotized by the way he fists himself. It looks borderline painful.

My eyes dart between the twins, and their dark eyes are on each other. Their unfeeling faces look stone-cold, expressionless. It makes my heart feel heavy for reasons I can't explain.

The twin between my legs smashes his pelvis against me, and my pussy burns with overuse. Yet when ropes of cum spill from the cock next to my face, over my neck and chin and lips, I detonate into a crying, screaming pleasure. It feels so good it hurts.

My clit throbs with sensitivity and my ass still burns. I feel the cock inside of me swell before he spills inside me, just adding to the copious amounts of cum that already fills me.

Before I know it, they're tucking themselves back into their pants and stepping away, leaving me slumped on the table. Used and spent. My muscles feel like jelly, and I couldn't get up even if I wanted to.

From this upside-down angle, I see the men looming. They look so large, surrounding me the way they are. Some of them still have their cocks in their hands working themselves. Some of them lounge back with a drink, their eyes burning into me.

I don’t think I could take another... But if he asked me to, I would. My body is well and truly spent, even my consciousness threatens just slip. I feel like I'm in a daze. In some twisted sexual dream that I am trapped in.

Once again, my eyes find Ash. I can't stop searching for him. My eyes are drawn to him like magnets. I can't explain it; this endless pull towards him.

He lounges back in his chair like a king. Another cigarette trapped between his fingertips. He's barely laid a hand on me, yet he's turned me into this mindless heap of flesh.

He's got more control over me than I thought, and it scares the hell out of me. Because there's someone else who has control of me, someone else who would ruin my life if he found out where I was right now. My dad would burn this place down if he knew what these men have done to me. And not because he cares about my well-being.

No, it’s my reputation he cares about. The reputation that would be sullied just from stepping foot in this club.

It feels like the ultimate act of rebellion being here. Even though he'll never know, it has my lips curling into a sated smile. Ash smiles back, his lips twisting into a wicked curve. He looks too damn good right now. No one should look that good. His enormous body sprawled out on a chair, a scotch in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Dark hair curls down his forehead, and his eyes sparkle with mischief.