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🔞🔞🔞 MATURE CONTENT 🔞🔞🔞
PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO INTENSE INTIMATE SCENES🔞⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️
Damian's hand wrapped around Eve's ankle, his grip firm as he pulled her toward the edge of the bed.
"Rule number two," he said, his gray eyes boring into hers. "You don't come unless we give you permission. No matter how much you want to. No matter how close you get. You hold it until we say otherwise."
Eve's mouth went dry. "What if I can't?"
"Then you'll be punished." His tone was matter-of-fact, like he was discussing the weather. "And trust me, you don't want that on your first night."
Damon moved to the other side of the bed, capturing her other ankle. Between them, they spread her legs wide, exposing her completely. Eve's face burned with humiliation, but neither brother seemed to care about her embarrassment.
"Look at her," Damon said, his green eyes gleaming. "Already wet. Her body knows what it wants even if her mind is still fighting."
"I'm not..." Eve started to protest, but Silas's hand covered her mouth.
He leaned over her, his dark eyes inches from hers. "Rule number three. Don't lie to us. We can smell your arousal, hear your heart racing, see the way your pupils dilate. Your body tells us everything, so there's no point in pretending."
He removed his hand slowly, his fingers trailing across her lips. "Understand?"
Eve nodded, not trusting her voice.
"Good girl," Silas murmured, and the praise made something clench low in her belly.
Damian's hand slid up her calf, over her knee, stopping at her inner thigh. "We're going to touch you now. Learn your body. Find out what makes you gasp, what makes you moan, what makes you beg."
"And you're going to let us," Damon added, his own hand mirroring his brother's path on her other leg. "No fighting. No resistance. Just acceptance."
Eve's breath came in shallow gasps as both hands moved higher, getting dangerously close to where she was already aching. She'd never been this exposed, this vulnerable. Every instinct screamed at her to close her legs, to cover herself, to run.
But she'd signed a contract. And more than that...her body was responding in ways she didn't understand. Ways that terrified and thrilled her in equal measure.
Damian's fingers brushed through her folds, barely a touch, but it made her hips jerk involuntarily.
"Sensitive," he observed clinically. "And responsive. That's good."
He circled her clit with one finger, light and teasing. Eve bit her lip to keep from making a sound.
"Don't hold back," Damon said, his hand joining his brother's, two sets of fingers exploring her. "We want to hear you. Every sound. Every gasp. Every moan."
When Damian pressed harder against her clit, Eve couldn't stop the whimper that escaped.
"There it is," Damon's smile was wicked. "Such pretty sounds for us."
Silas moved to the head of the bed, his hands sliding into her hair and gripping firmly. Not painful, but controlling. He tilted her head back, forcing her to look up at him.
"You're going to watch," he said quietly. "Keep your eyes open. Watch what we do to you."
It was harder than it should have been. Every instinct wanted her to close her eyes, to escape into darkness. But Silas's grip in her hair kept her anchored, kept her present.
She watched as Damian slid one finger inside her, slow and deliberate. Her body accepted the intrusion easily....she was embarrassingly wet already.
"Tight," Damian said, adding a second finger. "When was the last time you had sex, Eve?"
Her face burned. "Six months. Maybe seven."
"Jesus," Damon laughed. "No wonder you're so responsive. Your body is starving for this."
He wasn't wrong. As much as Eve wanted to deny it, her body was betraying her with every clench around Damian's fingers, every involuntary roll of her hips seeking more friction.
Damian's thumb found her clit while his fingers worked inside her, building a rhythm that had her panting. The pleasure was sharp and intense, coiling tighter in her core.
"Already close," Damian observed. "I can feel it. The way your walls are fluttering around my fingers."
"Don't you dare come," Damon warned, his hand sliding up her stomach to cup her breast. "Remember the rules."
It was torture. Damian knew exactly what he was doing...his fingers curling to hit that spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyes, his thumb circling her clit with maddening precision.
"Please," Eve gasped before she could stop herself.
"Please what?" Silas asked, his grip in her hair tightening.
"Please, I need..." She couldn't finish. Couldn't admit what her body was screaming for.
"Use your words," Damian commanded, his fingers slowing to a torturous pace. "Tell us what you need."
Eve's pride warred with her desperation. But the contract was clear...obedience was expected. And right now, her body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release.
"I need to come," she finally whispered.
"Louder," Damon demanded, his fingers pinching her nipple just hard enough to make her gasp.
"I need to come," Eve said, her voice stronger now. "Please. Please let me come."
"Not yet," Damian said, and she wanted to cry from frustration. "You come when we decide you've earned it."
He pulled his fingers out completely, and the loss made her whimper.
"Don't worry," Damon's voice was dark promise. "We're just getting started."
The brothers moved with practiced coordination, clearly having done this before. Many times before. The thought should have made her jealous or disgusted, but Eve was too far gone to care.
Damian moved between her spread legs, his hands gripping her thighs. Damon positioned himself beside her, one hand still playing with her breast while the other slid down her stomach. And Silas remained at her head, his fingers still tangled in her hair, keeping her anchored.
"This is how it works," Damian said, his breath hot against her inner thigh. "We take turns. We share. And you accept everything we give you."
Without warning, his mouth was on her.
Eve's back arched off the bed, a cry tearing from her throat. His tongue was skilled and ruthless, licking and sucking with precision that suggested he knew exactly what he was doing.
"God," she gasped, her hands fisting in the silk sheets.
"Not God," Silas reminded her, his voice dark and amused. "Us. Only us."
Damon's mouth closed around her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak. Combined with Damian's relentless assault between her legs, the pleasure was overwhelming.
She was going to come. She couldn't hold it back. It was building too fast, too intense.
"Don't," Damian warned against her flesh, somehow sensing how close she was. "Hold it."
"I can't," Eve sobbed, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.
"You can," Silas said firmly. "And you will. Because if you come without permission on your first night, we'll punish you in ways that will make you wish you'd had more control."
The threat should have scared her. Instead, it sent another jolt of arousal through her system.
What was wrong with her?
Damian pulled back just enough to keep her on the edge without pushing her over. His fingers replaced his mouth, sliding inside her while his thumb worked her clit in slow circles.
"You taste sweet," he said, his gray eyes meeting hers. "Addictive. I could do this for hours."
"Please don't," Eve gasped. "Please, I can't take hours of this."
"You can," Damon said, his mouth trailing down her stomach. "And you will. Because your pleasure belongs to us now. We decide when you get relief. We decide how much. We decide everything."
The power dynamic should have terrified her. Should have made her want to run. But something in Eve responded to it....something dark and hungry that she'd never acknowledged before.
Maybe this was why she'd never enjoyed sex before. Maybe she'd been waiting for someone to take control, to push her, to demand her complete surrender.
Or maybe she was just rationalizing because her body was on fire and she'd do anything...say anything....for the release they were denying her.
Damian added a third finger, stretching her wider. The burn was immediate but not unpleasant. "We need to make sure you can take us," he said. "All of us. And we're not small men."
Eve's eyes widened. She'd been so focused on the immediate sensations that she hadn't thought about what came next. About the fact that there were three of them and one of her.
"Don't worry," Damon's laugh was dark. "We'll prepare you. We always take care of what's ours."
What's ours. The possessiveness in his voice should have bothered her. Instead, it made her clench around Damian's fingers.
"She likes that," Silas observed. "Being claimed. Being owned."
"Do you, Eve?" Damian asked, his fingers curling inside her. "Do you like belonging to us?"
She wanted to say no. Wanted to maintain some shred of dignity. But Silas's hand tightened in her hair, a silent reminder.
Don't lie.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Yes, what?" Damon prompted.
"Yes, I... I like it." The admission made her face burn, but there was also relief in the honesty.
"Good girl," Damian praised, and her body responded immediately, clenching around his fingers. "Now. Are you ready to come for us?"
"Yes," Eve gasped. "God, yes, please."
"Then come," Damian commanded. "Now."
It was like he'd flipped a switch. The orgasm crashed over her with devastating force, tearing a scream from her throat. Her body convulsed, every muscle locking as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her.
Damian worked her through it, his fingers gentling but not stopping until she was a trembling mess on the silk sheets.
"Beautiful," Silas murmured above her. "Absolutely beautiful when you let go."
Eve couldn't respond. Couldn't think. Her entire body felt like liquid, boneless and wrung out.
"That's one," Damon said, and Eve's eyes flew open.
"One?"
His smile was wicked. "Did you think we were done? Little dancer, we haven't even started."
Before she could process that, Damian pulled his fingers out and Damon took his place between her legs. His mouth was on her before she could catch her breath, licking and sucking with even less mercy than his brother.
"Wait," Eve gasped, oversensitive and overwhelmed. "I need...I need a minute..."
"No breaks," Damian said, his hand replacing Damon's on her breast. "You come as many times as we decide. And we're not satisfied yet."