Page 39 of Traithorn

It’s made worse by the blood on the other side of the handle, where Celine has her hands.

“Oh, this?” she asks, noticing me staring. She chuckles. “This is the bat I used to knock out Casper.”

That’s even more morbid, and a sob of horror tears from my throat.

Vernon’s fingers slip inside my mouth. “Suck,” he orders, and I’m left no choice.

His fingers reach the back of my throat, saliva dripping down my chin from his fingers. He reaches the back of my throat again, and I gag, convulsing. It makes the tip of the baseball bat plunge in deeper, Celine smirking down at me. I can’t help but rock my hips against it, wetness pooling in my gut.

Vernon grabs my throat, teeth scraping against the soft skin of my neck, when I feel his hard bulge pressing into my ass. Suddenly, Celine pulls out the baseball bat, its polished surface glinting with my arousal in a way that sends a rush of desire through me. In one swift motion, she tears away my panties, the fabric giving way with a sharp rip. A gust of cool air brushes over my sensitive opening, making me tremble in Vernon’s hold. The sensation only heightens when I feel him line his cock against me from behind until I lose all the ability to function properly, my body overtaken by the raw sensations.

We’re right in the open, where anyone could stumble upon us.

God, this is so wrong, and yet it feels so right. The unbridled desire ignites deep inside my soul—a mere shell of who I used tobe, but that person is blooming back into her natural habitat. I don’t know what to make of it.

I can’t do anything when I feel him press against me, the top of his cock impaling me inch by inch as Celine grabs my hips, guiding my body over his length. She touches every inch of me, her fingers reaching into my soul to steal what once belonged to her. Soon, she lets go of my hips, her fingers lifting up my T-shirt and leaning down to take my breast into her mouth, sucking hard until I let out the deepest sigh of pleasure.

It’s all too much, and yet it’s not enough.

I still believe this is all a twisted dream.

The coldness seeps into my very marrow as I ride his cock, guiding the pace. I’ve never watched him give up this much control before, and it’s a sensation that overwhelms me.

“It’s my turn now,” Celine’s voice wraps around me seductively.

“Fuck off,” her twin brother states, but she has already removed her pants and panties, letting the cold wash over her, too.

She comes behind me, coaxing me to stand on unsteady legs as she settles down on a spot where the snow hasn’t entirely covered the grassy landscape. She unties the silk around my wrists, and I rub them. She doesn’t even seem bothered by the coldness. Grabbing hold of my hair in a makeshift ponytail, she coaxes me closer to her, until my face is by her pussy.

She challenges me with her gaze, and a surge of adrenaline rushes through me as I stare at her, leaning down to lick her folds. She closes her eyes, moaning through the sensation, empowering me.

I have never felt as vulnerable yet as powerful as I do now.

I’m on my knees in the snow, the chill seeping through my skin, and I know it will probably make me sick. I know this is wrong, and I also know that once this is over, Iwillleave them.

No matter how much they try to make me stay, they ruined my life.

I can’t be with two murderers.

A heavy sensation settles in my core when I feel someone behind me, grabbing hold of my hips. That’s until I feel Vernon’s cock sliding right inside me, hitting that spot inside me that makes my eyes roll to the back of my head as I lick Celine.

“Oh, she likes that,” she purrs, holding my hair in her grip and guiding my head.

To add a little extra to it, I push a finger inside her, and the moan she lets out rattles the trees, carried away by the wind.

What the fuck am I even doing? I should run the other way, but I’m depraved.

Vernon pushes into me from behind, hard and fast, until I’m moaning. The vibrations cause Celine to push her clit closer to my face, and I lick and fuck her with my fingers at the same time as her brother fucks me.

“I’ve fucking missed you,” Vernon curses as he slides in and out of me, eliciting such pleasure.

I know they’re unbothered by each other’s nakedness—they only care about me. Only ever has. I don’t know why that makes me feel so heady.

The crescendo builds inside me, and I know I will combust at any moment, especially with how they edged me before.

“You’re so breakable like this,” Vernon grits as he fucks me, the heat at my back the only thing keeping me warm on this cold and twisted night.

“So fucking perfect,” Celine muses, her fingers twisting her own nipples while chasing her orgasm as I finger fuck her.

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