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Vengeance of The Fallen by Dani René
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“I want to hate you,” he tells me then. “But I also want to fuck you so hard you never forget my dick was inside you.” Crow’s admission has my cheeks warming and I’m pretty sure they’re bright red.
I never expected him to say something like that before. The hate part of it, yes, but not the rest. “I’m not afraid of you,” I tell him before flicking my gaze toward Falcon. They’re both watching me as if I were a flight risk.
Crow takes slow steps toward me before he stops inches from my face. Falcon’s to my left, while Crow stands to my right. The corner of his mouth tilts upward, a smirk of anger and pure rage turns his expression hard.
“Don’t for one second think I won’t hurt you,” he says. “Because even though I want to fuck you, I still want to see you cry.”
“I’m still not afraid of you,” I bite out, causing Falcon to chuckle as I turn to face Crow straight on. We’re face to face, his body tall, broad, looming over mine as if I were nothing more than a rag doll he can throw over his shoulder. He doesn’t think twice as he takes my wrists in his hands and shoves them behind my back.
Falcon takes over, holding me with one hand, bound so I can’t fight the man before me. Crow pulls out his knife, and it’s then I notice it’s carved. The sleek silver matches his eyes, and the flying crow adorning the shimmering metal blinks at me in the light.
Like he did before in his office, he slices the material covering me. The soft cotton falls open, baring my breasts to him. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he murmurs, running the sharp tip along my collarbone, down between my cleavage, until he reaches my navel. “You know if I were to push, hard, you’d be dead within in a, hour. Maybe less.”
I don’t move. I don’t even blink. My breaths are halted as I wait for the pain, but it never comes. He runs the weapon lower, until the sweatpants that were hugging my hips fall to the ground, along with my panties. Now, I’m standing in front of my captor bared for his hungry, rage-filled gaze.
“Drink this,” Falcon tells me as he hands me the tumbler.
With shaking hands, I grasp the expensive crystal and bring it to my lips. The stench of alcohol is eye-watering, but I ignore it and close my eyes. I swallow back the strong liquid and set the glass down on the table.
“I don’t know what to do,” I tell them as my gaze flicks between the two men. “I can’t do this. I can’t stay here. There’s no way—”
“You’re not going anywhere,” Falcon repeats his earlier words. Without warning, he claims my lips without asking permission. I find I don’t care. The warmth at my back tells me Crow is behind me. His hands trail along my arms from shoulder to wrist, and then, he tugs me back until my ass is right up against his crotch. The hardness nestles on my ass makes me gasp into Falcon’s mouth and he enjoys the sounds.
I can feel eyes on me. Burning through me. When I open my eyes, pulling away from Falcon, I find Hawk, staring at us. He’s worried. He should be. I’m caught between the most dangerous men I’ve met in a long time, and they want my blood. But it’s not them I fear. It’s my father.
“Join us,” I call to Hawk, whose stare turns venomous. He spins on his heel and walks out, leaving us standing in the living room. Crow’s hand snakes around my waist, and teases its way down to my core. He doesn’t care his friend is angry, instead, he dips his finger between the lips of my pussy finding me wet.
“You like it. Don’t you, little mouse?” Crow whispers in my ear, Falcon’s eyes burn as he watches. I want to ask about Hawk, but when another finger slips inside me, I lose all focus. My head drops back into Crow’s shoulder and my eyes roll back in my head. Pleasure zings through every nerve in my body.
“W-what about—”
“He’ll be back,” Falcon whispers along my neck. “Now, you should be focused on us,” he tells me, and I can feel his lips slip into a smile along my skin which sends heat coursing through me.
Crow’s fingers dip deeper, they spread me open, stretching me, and he inserts a third digit. The wet sounds of my arousal echo around us as I whimper at the intrusion. I can’t think about anything else right now. It’s only him, them, both men cocooning me in warmth.
“Such a good fucking slut for us,” Crow hisses as he leans in and captures my lower lip between his teeth. He bites down hard, earning himself a moan of pure ecstasy.
This is what I need. What I crave.