THE SIN BROTHER’S DAMNATION

03

EVA

This man's hand slid around my throat, forcing my head back against him. I wasn't short by any means, yet beside him I felt exactly like the 'little girl'the other man had called me. My height was no match for his towering frame. The top of my head barely reached his shoulders.

Why in the f*****g hell were they so tall?

I still had no idea what this man behind me looked like. But somehow, I knew he was no different from the monster whose dark gaze was fixed on me from the other side of the bed, like he could rip my dress off.

As he held me in place, his free hand slid slowly down my stomach until it disappeared beneath the hem of my dress. Cupping me between the legs, he growled into my ear.

"So you want to play the shy Virgin game? Even after wasting so much of our time?"

"Audacious. Isn't she?" The other man chuckled lowly, and began to close in.

"No, listen to me—"

"Fine, let's play."

Every word I meant to say died in my throat. There was something so dark, so sinister about his voice that my courage simply vanished. His grip shifted till his skin was against my own skin, and the tip of his fingers moved beneath the waistband of my panties.

Heat radiated from the blonde as he stepped closer. His fingers threaded briefly through my hair before he pulled the scrunchie free. The pins followed, and my curls tumbled over my shoulders. Only then did his hand return to my neck.

This man whose face I still hadn't seen, slowly tugged my panties down my thighs. Sinful and deliberate. Liquid fire spread across my skin where he touched, and settled below my belly with a sharp filthy ache.

I gasped as the blonde man's fingers tightened around my neck. He raised my face up, forcing my gaze to meet his dark ones. The directness of his stare was so unsettling, I tried to look away, but still failed.

"This is the game we're playing tonight. Naughty little whore."

I watched as his lips moved, the corner turned up ever so slightly as he softened the filthy English words into a purr.

It was odd how such dirty and degrading endearment could sound so sensual. My stomach twisted. I may have had a boyfriend, although we never had s*x, but I wasn't so naive as to not recognise the hidden s****l threat of his words.

His gaze lowered to my chest. Looking down, my mouth opened with a horrified gasp. The neckline of my peach cotton top had shifted as he pressed against me. The deep v-neck now exposed the top of my white lace bra. Even worse, the delicate weave did nothing to hide the sharp buds of my erect n*****s.

Shocked and humiliated that I would respond so blatantly to the touch of two complete strangers, very scary ones at that, I tried to escape their hold once more.

The one at my back squeezed my ass cheek so hard I whimpered, and clung to the blonde man for support.

"Stop your struggles." He whispered to my ear, his wet and hot mouth latching to the sensitive skin.

"P-Please—"

The blonde’s lips crashed into mine, hard enough to bruise. His fingers dug into my jaw until my mouth parted for the invasion. His tongue swept in, bold, and claiming, tasting of tobacco, mint, and the copper tang of my split lip. The goatee scraped my skin raw, masculine and punishing.

I’d never been kissed like this. Like I was being devoured to stay alive.

He pulled back just enough to breathe against my mouth. “Naughty little whore.” The words purred out soft and filthy.

A warm, dizzying sensation crept over me, as one long finger settled on the lips of my v****a. I gasped into his mouth, as he shoved his finger between my wet folds and teased.

“So f*****g wet already,” the man behind me growled against my ear, his voice thick with lust. “Tell me, Peach, who got this p***y soaked before we even touched you?”

No one had ever wanted me before... not like this.

God, this was wrong.

Every instinct screamed at me to fight, to claw, to run. These men were strangers. Dangerous strangers. I should have been thinking of escape, not of the unbearable heat blooming beneath my skin.

Then why was my own body betraying me?

The answer came in another humiliating rush of warmth, and my stomach twisted with shame.

"No..." I whispered, though I wasn't sure whether I was pleading with them or with myself.

A tear slipped down my cheek.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to disappear inside the darkness. If I couldn't see them, maybe I could remember who I was before I walked into this room. Before every touch blurred the line between terror and something my body refused to deny.

I hated this.

I hated that fear and pleasure had tangled together until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

This wasn't what I wanted.

It couldn't be.

And yet the aching tension inside me only grew sharper, every unwilling response making me feel more ashamed than the last.

I couldn't understand my own body anymore.

My mind kept searching for a way out, while the rest of me seemed determined to betray every desperate thought.

The ache inside me only intensified, no matter how desperately I tried to ignore it. Every breath felt too shallow, every touch too overwhelming. I didn't know whether I wanted it to stop—or whether I was terrified that it wouldn't.

Finally, the blonde man took mercy on me and released my mouth, leaving me breathless and gasping for air. Driving his fingers into my hair, he pulled tight as his lips pressed lightly against my cheek before moving to my earlobe. The sharp edges of his teeth along the delicate shell of my ear had me clenching my thighs.

As if they noticed I could barely stand, the man behind me suddenly picked me up. He walked a few steps backwards and tossed me into the bed once more.

Finally, I was able to see what the other man looked like. He looked carved from stone. Beautiful in the way a predator is beautiful. Where the other man was blonde, he had dark long hair. Structured face and eyes like the devil. He had fewer tattoos, unlike the dangerous looking blonde.

They stood at the end of the bed, the blonde man already unbuttoning his jeans. His gaze, dark and so raw.

The dark-haired man whose towel hung low on his waist, stared down at me. The panties he pulled half way. Reaching out an arm, the back of his knuckles caressed my upper thighs. "No sexy thong? Just the innocent panties of a school girl. Does my little school girl really want to be punished?"

"Raise up onto your knees." The blonde man ordered as he got off his jeans, and was left with a small Calvin Klein briefs.

Wetting my dry lips, my voice sounded breathless and weak to my ears. "Please, you must listen to me! I'm only here for a housing agent."

Both chuckled wickedly, as the dark-haired reached for me on the bed. He ran his mouth along the column of my neck, punctuating his possessive claim by ruthlessly pulling off my panties to the curve of my ass.

"Such ugly lies, out of such pretty lips. Perhaps I will punish your mouth later. For now, I want this ass bright red so I can feel the heat from your punished skin as I f**k you.”

Oh, my God.

This was happening.

He was going to… they were going to… oh, my God.

The blonde one climbed onto the bed, his knees sinking into the mattress on either side of my hips. His Calvin Klein briefs strained obscenely, the thick outline of his c**k pressing against the fabric like a threat. The dark haired one, stayed at the foot of the bed, his towel finally discarded, his own length heavy and hard between his thighs. No shame, no hesitation, just raw hunger in those devil eyes.

"Hands above your head," he ordered, his voice gravel-rough. "Don't make me tie them."

I should have fought harder. Screamed. Kicked. But my arms lifted on their own, trembling as I pressed my wrists to the headboard. The peach top rode up, exposing my stomach, the white lace bra barely containing my breasts. The dark haired man crawled up between my legs, shoving my thighs wider with rough palms.

"Look at her," he murmured, almost reverent. "Dripping, yet lying."

The blonde man's hand wrapped around my throat again, not choking, just holding. Claiming. His thumb stroked the frantic pulse there while the other man's mouth descended.

The first swipe of his tongue made me arch off the bed with a broken cry. It was hot, wet, and relentless. He licked a slow stripe up my slit, then circled my c**t with the flat of his tongue. My hips bucked involuntarily. Shame burned through me, but the pleasure was sharper, and hotter.

The blonde man leaned down, his breath scorching my ear. "That's it, Peach. Let him taste how badly you've been lying to us."

Dark-haired sucked my c**t between his lips, hard. I moaned out loud and shameless, my fingers scrabbling at the headboard. The blonde's free hand slid under my bra, pinching a n****e until I whimpered into his mouth when he kissed me again. Deeper this time, swallowing every sound I made while the other man worked me closer, his tongue flicking faster, two thick fingers sliding inside and curling just right.

I was shaking. So close. The coil in my belly wound tighter, tighter...

Ding-dong.

The doorbell rang.

Both froze, their mouth still pressed to me. The other's hand stilled on my breast.