Page 114 of Crave
When he pulled away, my nipple was flushed and wet, glistening from his mouth, a raw aching point of sensitivity that throbbed in the wake of his teeth and tongue.
A moan ripped from the back of my throat as the panicked thoughts of escaping rose.
You don’t need to run.That voice inside my head whispered.You need to be used. You feel it, don’t you? The truth? The truth of what you did to them…and what they want to do to you.
Silas lifted his head, his dark eyes glinting as they met mine. I’d never seen such visceral hunger in a man before. But I saw it now…in my brother’s stare.
Theo’s fingers pressed harder against that tight ring of muscle, a slow, teasing pressure that made my body tense, breath locking in the back of my throat. That first push was agonising, stretching, a dark, forbidden invasion that had my nails biting into my palms.
“Relax,” Theo murmured, his voice thick with hunger, but there was nothing gentle about the way he forced his finger in deeper, shoving past the resistance, stretching me wide. The burning licked up my spine, sharp and searing, pain twisted so deeply with pleasure I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
But he didn’t give me time to adjust. His fingers drove in, deep and punishing, curling inside me, pressing against nerves I wasn’t aware existed. A sob tore from my lips, still my body clenched around him, traitorous in its response.
He spread his fingers, pulling me apart from the inside, making me feel the full force of his possession. A slow thrust, then another, each movement claiming more of me, forcing my body to yield, to accept.
“Look at you,” he grunted, dragging his teeth over my shoulder as his fingers twisted inside me. “Taking me so well. Just like you were made for it.”
That’s my girl.That hunger whispered.They own you now. Just like I did.
I felt every thick inch of him as he fucked me open with his fingers, pushing deeper, adding a third, stretching me even wider, until the pleasure turned brutal, unbearable.
My body betrayed me completely, hips rolling back, seeking more, the shame of my open need choking as my brother took me apart piece by piece.
The room breathed with heat. It wrapped around me, thick, oppressive, drowning out everything but them. Their scent. Their hands. Their mouths.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe past the weight of Silas in front of me, Theo behind me.
I had nowhere to run.
And they knew it.
I twisted away, my lips trembling as I whispered.“Please.”
Silas moved instantly. His fingers bit into my jaw, forcing my head up as his breath ghosted against my cheek. Rough, possessive, hungry.
“Please?”He growled. “Please what, Angel? Please let you go…please fuck you? You want to tell us the truth now? How about start with you telling us how much you hate us? Go on,” his fingers clenched harder, driving the soft flesh of my cheek against my teeth. “Say you hate us.”
Tears sprang to my eyes.
I wanted to.
I tried to.
But the words died on my tongue as Theo’s finger pushed deeper into my ass, and he slid a finger of his other hand between my thighs, fingers gliding over slick heat.
“You can’t run from this,” Theo whispered, dark and cruel, his teeth grazing my pulse as his fingers slid lower, teasing my slick heat, his touch too slow, too precise—as if he was waiting for me to break.
“You still think you can keep lying to us?” Theo murmured, his voice laced with cruelty. “We know you, Angel. We see you.”
I clenched my eyes shut as my body responded, heat licked deeper making me squirm.
“You wanted to run?” He whispered, his expert fingers dragging every shudder from between my thighs. “And yet?—”
His fingers curled inside me, pressing deep, and my back arched in response.
“You let us catch you.”
A mocking smile played on Silas’s lips. His fingers eased, releasing their cruel hold.
