TWO WEEKS INTO THE CONTRACT
Eve woke to the sensation of being filled.
Not gently. Not slowly. But hard and deep and overwhelming.
Her eyes flew open with a gasp to find Damian already inside her, his gray eyes locked on her face as he thrust into her still-sleepy body.
"Morning," he said, his voice rough. "Did you sleep well?"
Eve couldn't answer. Could barely breathe. Her body was still sore from last night's brutality, but somehow it was responding, welcoming the intrusion, clenching around him eagerly.
"She's so wet already," Damon's voice came from beside her. "Even asleep, her body knows what it wants."
Silas's hand tangled in her hair, turning her face toward him. His cock was already hard, pressing against her lips. "Open."
Eve opened her mouth and he pushed inside, groaning at the wet heat. Now she was filled from both ends, barely awake, her body being used for their pleasure before she'd even fully processed being conscious.
"Look at her taking us both," Damian said, his pace increasing. "So fucking perfect. Made for this."
They'd kept her all night. After that first brutal encounter, they'd let her rest for maybe an hour before waking her for more. And more. And more. She'd lost count of how many times they'd taken her, how many times she'd come screaming around their cocks.
She should be broken. Should be begging for mercy.
Instead, she was arching into Damian's thrusts, taking Silas deeper, her body singing with pleasure despite the soreness.
"Our turn," Damon said impatiently.
They switched positions with practiced efficiency. Suddenly Eve was on her hands and knees, Damon entering her from behind while Damian took Silas's place in her mouth.
"Fuck, she's even tighter this morning," Damon groaned, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. "All that stretching last night and her body just... adapts. Takes everything we give her and begs for more."
He wasn't wrong. Eve's muffled moans around Damian's cock were desperate, needy. Her body was craving this despite every logical reason it shouldn't.
Silas knelt beside her, his hand sliding under her body to find her clit. The added stimulation made her vision blur, made her body clench around Damon so hard he cursed.
"She's close already," Silas observed. "Should we let her come?"
"No," Damian said. "Not yet. We're not done with her."
They kept her on that edge for what felt like hours but was probably only twenty minutes. Switching positions, switching holes, never letting her fall over into release.
By the time Damian finally commanded "Come. Now," Eve was a sobbing, shaking mess. The orgasm tore through her with devastating force, her whole body convulsing.
For just a moment, everything took on a golden tint. Amber light seemed to glow from her skin.
Then it was gone, and she was collapsing onto the silk sheets, gasping for air.
The brothers weren't done.
Silas rolled her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. "My turn properly."
He entered her in one smooth thrust, and Eve's oversensitized body immediately started climbing toward another orgasm. How was this possible? How could she want more?
"That's it," Silas murmured, his dark eyes locked on hers. "Give us another one. Show us how insatiable you are."
Eve came again within minutes, her body betraying her completely. And again when Damon took Silas's place. And again when Damian claimed her one more time.
By the time they finally let her rest, the sun was high in the sky and she'd lost count of how many orgasms they'd wrung from her body.
"Shower," Damian ordered. "Then breakfast. We have meetings in two hours."
Eve tried to stand and her legs gave out. Strong hands caught her.....Damon, scooping her up easily.
"I've got you, little dancer," he said with that wicked smile. "Though you might want to work on your stamina. We're just getting started."
Just getting started. The words should have terrified her.
Instead, they sent a thrill of anticipation through her exhausted body.
Damon carried her to the massive ensuite bathroom and set her on her feet in front of the mirror.
"Look at yourself," he commanded.
Eve looked.
She was covered in marks. Bite marks on her shoulders and breasts. Fingerprint bruises on her hips and thighs. Her lips were swollen from being used. Her hair was a tangled mess.
She looked thoroughly fucked. Claimed. Owned.
"Beautiful," Silas said from behind her, his reflection appearing in the mirror. "You wear our marks well."
His hand slid down her stomach possessively. Eve watched in the mirror as he cupped her pussy, his fingers sliding through the evidence of their releases still leaking from her body.
"So messy," he murmured. "We should clean you up."
He turned on the shower...multiple heads that immediately filled the space with steam. Then he bent her over the marble sink.
"Wait," Eve gasped. "I thought we were showering..."
"We are," Silas said, and thrust into her from behind. "Eventually."
Eve's cry echoed off the tile as he took her roughly from behind, his reflection in the mirror showing that usual intense focus. Making her watch herself being fucked, seeing her own face contort with pleasure.
"Eyes on the mirror," he commanded when she tried to look away. "Watch what we do to you. See how perfectly your body takes us."
Eve forced herself to watch. To see the way her breasts bounced with each thrust. The way her mouth fell open in gasping moans. The way her eyes glazed with pleasure.
She looked wanton. Desperate. Nothing like the controlled dancer who'd walked into this estate two weeks ago.
"That's it," Silas's voice was rough. "See what you're becoming. See who you really are."
He came with a low groan, and Eve's body followed immediately, another orgasm crashing through her already oversensitized system.
When he pulled out, Damian was already there, turning her around and lifting her onto the counter.
"My turn," he said, and entered her in one hard thrust.
The marble was cold against her ass, but Damian's body was furnace-hot as he fucked her on the bathroom counter. His mouth found her neck, teeth scraping against sensitive skin.
"You heal fast," he murmured against her throat. "The marks from last night are already fading. That's not normal, Eve."
"I don't care," she gasped. "Don't stop."
"Never," he promised, and proved it by making her come twice more before finding his own release.
Finally—finally—they let her actually shower.
All four of them crowded into the massive space, water streaming from multiple directions. Eve stood under the central cascade, letting the hot water soothe her aching muscles.
Strong hands began washing her. Damon's rough touch with the soap, working it into lather across her skin. Silas's gentle fingers in her hair, shampooing carefully. Damian's possessive grip on her hip, holding her steady.
It should have been relaxing.
Instead, with three naked, muscled men surrounding her, their hands all over her body, Eve felt that familiar hunger building again.
"She's getting aroused," Damon observed, his soapy hand sliding between her legs. "Again. Already. Fuck, she's insatiable."
"So are we," Damian pointed out. "We've had her five times this morning and we're all hard again."
It was true. All three of them were erect, their cocks pressing against her as they washed her.
"This isn't normal," Silas said quietly. "Our libidos are high, yes. But this... this is different. It's like we can't get enough of her specifically."
"Later," Damian said. "We'll discuss it later. Right now..."
He turned Eve to face the tile wall, pressing her hands flat against it. "Spread your legs."
Eve obeyed, her body already trembling with anticipation. She felt him position himself behind her, felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against her entrance.
"One more time," he said. "Before we have to face the day."
He thrust inside, and Eve's forehead fell against the cool tile. The angle was deep, almost too deep, hitting places inside her that made her see stars.
Damon moved in front of her, his hand tilting her chin up. "Open."
She opened her mouth and he pushed inside, fucking her throat in rhythm with Damian's thrusts. Water streamed over all of them, making everything slick and slippery and surreal.
Silas's hand found her clit, working it with devastating precision. "Come now," he commanded. "Show us how much you love being used."
Eve shattered, her scream muffled by Damon's cock in her throat. Her legs gave out, held up only by Damian's bruising grip on her hips and the wall she was pressed against.
Both brothers followed her over the edge, filling her from both ends simultaneously.
When they finally pulled away, Eve would have collapsed if Silas hadn't caught her.
"Enough," he said firmly. "She needs food and rest. We're going to break her if we keep this up."
"She's not broken yet," Damon pointed out. "She's still standing. Still responsive. Still wanting more."
"Because she doesn't know better," Silas countered. "Because she thinks this is normal. But it's not, and we need to give her body time to adjust."
Damian looked like he wanted to argue, but finally nodded. "Fine. We have meetings anyway. She can rest while we're gone."
They finished showering in silence, the sexual tension still thick in the air despite multiple releases. When they finally stepped out, Mrs. Blackwood had left fresh clothes for Eve....designer pieces that fit her perfectly.
How did they always know her exact size?