Page 50 of Fragmented Illusions
“I need to get out of here,” I mumble, confused by the war raging inside of my head.
“Shh, pretty girl. Take it quietly,” Silent whispers, his breath fanning across my cheek, smelling faintly of coffee and mint. It’s comforting. Perhaps a reminder he’s human like me. Real.
I press my head into the crook of his neck as he leans down even further, putting his head almost right next to mine, though not close enough because of our height difference.
“Fuck, brother,” Creepy grunts, his mouth leaving my body to stand to his full height. He presses back against me, and I can very clearly feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing into my lower stomach. I gasp and my hands fly forward, gripping his biceps. Hard muscles flex beneath my fingertips and I dig my nails into the fabric of what I assume is a hoodie.
Creepy lets out a strangled moan. It sounds muffled, but before I can think about what’s going on, Silent shoves his right hand down my leggings, and he cups me—hard.
A cry flies from my mouth and I buck at the sudden contact against my core, but my forehead smacks against Creepy. He grunts but presses harder against me as he moans again. And that’s when I hear it.
Wet, smacking noises.
They’re… Oh,hell.I think they’re kissing.
“Are you…” I try to ask, but I trail off as Silent’s hand presses harder against me and starts rotating, grinding into me. The brutal pressure sends me into a tailspin, and that’s when I feel Creepy’s hand grab my breast. He yanks the cup of my bra down, exposing my nipple. He grabs it between two of his fingers and presses down, pinching the bud between them.
I whimper and tears leak from my eyes and down the sides of my face. The inability to see somehow makes everything I’m feeling ten times more potent, and I’m a mess, filled with all-consuming sensations. I want to fight the feelings pulsing through me, but I don’t want to. I can’t.
It’s too good.
I’ve never felt this before and I know it’s wrong. Iknowit is. But what happens in the dark can’t hurt me, right?
In the darkness, I can pretend it’s not real. Only averyvivid dream.
Tell yourself what you need to, Fallon.
You know the truth.
Fingers are shoved into my mouth, and I gasp then gag as they press further into my mouth. “Suck on my brother’s fingers, Fallon. Get them nice and wet for me,” Creepy demands, but his voice is different. It’s breathier, raspy. It sounds as if he is panting as he continues to assault my breasts, switching back and forth between them.
Deciding to give in and let the dark win—this time—I suck hard on the fingers in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the digits, coating them in my saliva. A hard ridge digs painfully into my spine. It takes a few moments for my lust-filled brain to register the sensation, but when it clicks into place, I find myself grinding against Silent’s erection as I suck on his fingers.
If I’m going to surrender myself to them this one time, then I’m going to do absolutely everything I have dreamed of doing every night I have lied in bed with my hand in between my legs, thoughts of the two of them dominating me.
Only this time, it’s real.Very fucking real.
Silent yanks his fingers from my mouth at the same time Creepy pulls away from me. A cool breeze floats over my skin and my goosebumps break out across my flesh at the sudden emptiness. Creepy digs his fingers into the waistband of my leggings and rips them down my legs, leaving them twisted around my ankles.
I’m completely exposed, but it only causes my breaths to speed up in anticipation. I hear more shuffling and I grow more restless as I wait for what’s going to happen next.
It could be anything.
Everything.
This is the beginning of my end.
I choose to surrender and die.
A feel another whoosh of air and then Creepy is pressed against me again—only this time, I feel his skin. Hot and soft against mine. I gasp and my hands reach for him, desperate to feel what I have thought was only a figment of my imagination for so long.
This can’t be real.
“Something so bad can’t feel this good,” I say, and I don’t even realize I said it aloud until Silent replies.
“All the worst things feel the best, our pretty girl. That’s how you know you’re alive.”
I nod even though he can’t see me and drag my hands up Creepy’s body. I start at his ribs and trail up. I try to go slow, but now that he’s naked in front of me, I’m desperate to know if he’s naked everywhere…
