But it’s not.
It’s far from that.
A feeling of utter euphoria washes over me. Damien sees it when he looks into my eyes. I’m starving for more. He slams into me forcefully, crushing his weight against my body. Curling his fingers tighter around my neck, his hips slam against my pelvis repeatedly.
He fucks me without emotion. Savagely. Bruising my skin from the sheer force behind each thrust. And he gets off on it, groaning loudly, as I watch his chest rise and fall with each uneven breath.
My eyelids become heavy, and he notices, releasing the pressure at once.
“Ghost,” I breathlessly plead, desperate for more. “I’m so close.” I moan, tugging on the lights as they cut at my wrists. “Please.”
He smiles deviously, thrusting into me harder, jolting me back from the force.
“You look so pretty with your face streaked in tears,” he sadistically says, wrapping another strand of multicolored lights around my neck.
Choking me with them.
Micah steps closer. “Damien—”
“She asked for this,” he cuts him off, pressing down on my throat, slowly increasing the pressure. “She’s so—” Thrust. “Fucking—” Thrust. “Wet.”
Staring into the dark eyes of his mask, my orgasm rips through me, consuming every ounce of my being. And he knows.
“That’s right,” he bites out. “Fucking come for me.”
My endorphins are released as my body kicks into fight or flight. I have never experienced this level of intensity before, and as soon as I look away from the eyes of his mask, he releases my throat.
“Good girl,” he praises, sinking into me again and again, my inner walls sucking hard at his cock. “Fuck.” Finding his release with one final thrust, he collapses onto me, his strong body thick in sweat. “You took that so well, little Quinn.” He lightly strokes my hair, soothing me as I catch my breath, before pushing himself up from the bed. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”
Micah unwraps the lights from around my neck, and my arms, caressing my wrists to ease the discomfort. Seeing him back in his mask from Halloween night sends a chill down my spine. Flashbacks begin to take over, until suddenly, he joins me on the bed.
Resting on his back, he pulls me onto him, his straining erection pressed against his defined abs. Straddling his waist, I position the rosy head of his cock at my entrance, slowly sinking onto him inch by inch.
“Fuck,” Micah grunts, lifting his hips from the mattress, burying himself deeper.
Jensen climbs behind me, wrapping the strand around my arms pinned at my sides, lighting me up in red. “Can you break free?” he asks beside my ear.
“No,” I say.
“Good.”
He bends me forward as I arch my back. Micah wraps his arms around me, holding me tight. Grinding my clit against his pelvis sends a spark of pleasure through me, while Jensen lubes my ass, preparing me for his invasion. Stretching me wide with his fingers, I move faster, even though my arms being bound leaves me immobile.
“Yeah,” Jensen encourages. “Fuck my fingers with your tight little ass.”
Micah wraps his arms around my back and drills into me from the mattress, while Jensen presses the tip of his cock against my back entrance. Thrusting forward, he slowly fills me.
“Yes,” I cry out, entirely consumed by them.
Jensen tightens his grip on my hips as he pounds into me from behind, while Micah continues to take control beneath me, both in the perfect rhythm.
A muffled whimper escapes my lips.