Page 25 of Die For Me

“Hana!” Jack yelled from the other side of the door, his footsteps approaching.

I was able to poke my head up as the front door slammed open, Jack appearing in the door frame. His eyes were wide as he took in the scene.

“Get away from him, Hana,” he growled, his eyes seething with rage.

I started to stand, but Michael took my wrist in his hand and dragged me down onto his lap.

“No, mate. She’s going to stay right here until I tell you the plan,” Michael responded. Then he lifted me up quickly and sat me down perfectly on his cock, sliding into me as I faced Jack.

I gasped, and Michael tugged my hands behind my back, keeping them there and forcing himself deep into me. Jack’s face turned into boiling outrage.

“Jack,” I moaned, unable to lift myself off Michael as he forced me to look at Jack while he fucked me.

“Don’t you fucking move, Jack. Or I’ll take this knife and slit her throat as I fuck her,” Michael spit out, the knife already in his hand as his other held my wrists.

Jack’s eyes were wide as he stared at us, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut—seeing him like this, havinghimseemelike this was too much to bear.

“Get her the fuck off you before I fucking rip you to pieces,” he spit out.

“What’s wrong, mate? Can’t stand to see your wife get fucked better by another man?” Michael jested and then released his hand from my wrists, freeing them before wrapping his arm around my belly and my arms to keep me from getting up. My eyes already back open, I looked up at Jack.

“Fuck, she’s so fucking wet. So fucking tight,” Michael moaned, and I was finally able to see Jack’s erection growing under his jeans.

Oh my god, maybe this would be easier than I thought.

Jack was stunned still, anger and confusion clear on his face. He liked watching too. These two men, who absolutely hated each other, loved watching me get fucked.

“Jack,” I moaned. “Jack, please…I’m gonna come.” I didn’t know what I was pleading for, but my pussy throbbed as my climax edged nearer.

“Jack, put your dick in my mouth. Please,” I begged.

Michael didn’t say anything as he continued to pump his hips up and down, going deep inside of me as his breaths hitched. Jack slowly walked toward us like he was approaching wild animals.

Michael finally spoke quickly as he set down the knife. “Come on then, mate. Give your wife what she wants.”

Jack was already pulling out his cock as he stopped in front of me, and Michael let go of me, gripping my hips with both of his hands as he continued to fuck me. I grabbed Jack’s erection and quickly took him in my mouth as his fists gripped my hair. He began to fuck my face, grunting and enjoying himself. The two men that I loved were inside of me. As I realized this, I finallycame, my moans loud and my orgasm so intense that it rolled into two, and my head feeling dazed. I suddenly felt Jack’s warm release shoot into my mouth, and then Michael dug his nails into my hips, both of them moaning and grunting loudly.

It was quiet except for the sound of all three of us catching our breath. I looked up at Jack, and his eyes were closed as his head pointed upward; I turned my head and saw Michael eyeing me, desire still clear in his eyes.This is your chance—do it now, Hana.

I quickly grabbed the knife from the end table and bolted for the other side of the room. I turned around to face them and held the knife to my neck. Michael’s and Jack’s faces seemed angry and terrified.

“Don’t either of you fucking move,” I yelled, my voice strong and loud. “You both listen tomenow, or else I’ll take this knife and slit my throat before you two even blink.”

Jack and Michael stood still in the living room, their faces stunned as they watched me. I had their attention; they were listening to me.

“This is what I want from both of you.”

“If you’re going through hell, keep going.” — Winston Churchill

Hana

I knew I was never going to get a chance to choose who I wanted to be with. Not anymore. I was stuck in this twisted fairy tale, torn between two men, both of them disturbingly obsessed with me. If I were being honest with myself, I felt the same about them. I knew it was fucked up for me to still be in love with these men after what they’d done to me, but, in a warped way, I loved that they were both so madly in love with me that they would do absolutely anything to be with me. So while I knew givingthemno choice but to share me was an absolutely absurd idea, they wouldn’t say no. And if they didn’t cooperate, I knew what I had to do. I wasn’t afraid to do it. I couldn’t live my life being torn between them anymore.

“Hana, please put the knife down. Let’s just talk about this,” Jack said calmly, his arms held out in front of him.

“Please, Han. We don’t want you to hurt yourself. We will listen, just put that down,” Michael continued just as calmly, mimicking Jack’s stance.

I shook my head quickly, the huge knife only an inch from my throat.

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