Page 7 of Flesh & Divinity

Escape is tomorrow's problem.

Tonight I am going to let these masked bastards ruin me in this field. I am going to feel every single second of it and love every damn minute. I’ll never get this chance again. Once I’m home, I’ll be back to living under constant scrutiny and having a sexual encounter like this would get me punished by Ava. She doesn’t need an excuse most of the time, I could sneeze and she would use that as a reason for her and her vile daughters to take turns hurting me.

The one behind me drags his hand down my stomach and my breath hitches. His fingers trail lower with agonizing patience like he has all the time in the world, like my desperation is something he's savoring.

“Look at how good your cock looks in her mouth.” His voice is rough and low, aimed at the man in front of me and somehow still flaying me open. His grip tightens. “Look at her swallowing every fucking inch.”

I fight not to clench my thighs together.

His fingers ghost over my folds and I cry out around the cock in my mouth, the sound swallowed whole. When he circles my entrance and feels how wet I am, he growls his approval directly into my ear—dark, possessive and insufferably satisfied.

“The slut is soaking.”

I want to hate how much those words undo me.

I pout when he pulls his cock free of my mouth, a reflex I can't suppress. The expression dies the moment a finger drives into me without warning, dragging a scream from somewhere deep and unguarded.

The bite of pain only seems to heighten the pleasure, shocking me.

“Knees.” The command cracks through the air like a whip. He drops immediately, no hesitation, no resistance, arms locked behind his back, mouth open and waiting. The sight of his complete, willing surrender sends heat flooding through me so fast it makes me dizzy.

I stop fighting it.

I lean back into the chest behind me and spread my knees wider, offering myself without shame, too far gone to pretend otherwise.

I want—no, I need this!

“Watch my brother suck our boyfriend's dick.”

Boyfriend.

Brother.

Is he saying that hoping this is a kink of mine?

Or maybe it’s their own kink but fuck, if that is the truth and I have this one fingering me while watching his brother suck their boyfriend’s cock, then I’ve died and gone to fucking heaven because this is the type of shit I’ve only dreamed of.

Fuck, it’s like these men rooted around in my head and pulled my darkest fantasies out and brought them to life.

The fingers inside me work me apart with ruthless precision, each movement deliberate, mapped, like he knows exactly what I want and how I want it.

“Fuck, that's it,” the boyfriend growls at the brother. “Harder.”

“Not yet.” The snarl in my ear comes half a second before his fingers disappear, and the sound I make is humiliating. He shoves me forward onto my hands and knees before I can recover, and I'm already biting back my smile because if he thinks this is punishment⁠—

The thought disintegrates.

He parts my ass and spits, and I feel it trail downward, feel him spread it somewhere I’ve never been touched, and every muscle in my body locks up. I try to move. His palm connects with my cheek in a sharp, savage crack that splits the night open and punches a scream out of me. Pain and want and something embarrassingly close to relief, all at once.

“Move again,” he says quietly, “and none of us touch you for the rest of the night.”

I go still.

Completely, obediently still. I despise how quickly I comply.

I despise it and revel in it simultaneously. I need to come. I am past principle, past pride and caring about what anyone else would think. The island could put us on display for every person it holds and I wouldn't care. I wouldn't care about anything except the release coiling tighter and tighter inside me with nowhere left to go.

I’ve gotten myself off before but it’s never felt like this. This is savage, unfiltered and ready to lay waste to my entire being.