8. Evangeline

Moonlight filters through the curtains, highlighting the freckles across Oliver's nose as he leans down to suck a deep mark into my neck. Theo's cock pulsates inside me, my body thrumming with wet, hot desire.

Every part of me is abuzz, like a live wire under my skin. My body is theirs to use, to claim. Every touch of their hands, every swipe of their tongues, brings me to new heights of ecstasy.

For the first time since I came to work in their household, these men aren't treating me as little more than dirt beneath their feet. They aren't giving me endless orders, running me ragged with impossible tasks, or hurling insults about my cleaning skills.

It's as though they can't get enough of me, and it's a rush. Theo's cock drags against the spot inside me that has me fisting the sheets while Ryder rubs his thumb over my tongue, whispering praise that has me higher than any drug could take me.

Maybe it's all a cruel joke, but I don't want it to stop. I don't want this evening to end.

My legs shake as Theo thrusts deeper inside, covering my body with his as his hands grip my hips with bruising force. The primal way he's taking me from behind has my head spinning, rutting into me in a passionate, almost animalistic manner.

"God!" I gasp out, drawing my hips up higher to allow deeper access. Theo's cock is practically kissing my cervix with every roll of his hips.

"That's right, take it. Take it like a good little girl," Theo growls, leaning down to sink his teeth into my shoulder, leaving my skin burning in the best way. It sets off a chain reaction, causing me to seize up, sending Theo over the edge next, pulling out just enough to spill onto my thighs.

"Look at you, painted in my cum like the whore you are," he says, voice almost sounding awe-struck. "Ryder, you're next. Get over her and fuck her tight little pussy, stuff her full of our cum," he orders.

Ryder pulls me toward him, yanking me down onto the bed and turning me over onto my back. "Need to see you," he growls. "Need to see how hungry you are for my cock, how badly you want me." His voice is deep, reverberating through me as he lines himself up at my entrance and punches his way inside in one quick motion.

As Ryder begins to thrust inside me, Theo moves so he's ravishing my breasts with wet kisses, groping and tweaking the nipples in turn. Oliver pushes my jaw open and shoves his cock inside without preamble, making me choke. "You're a pretty little hole for us to use, aren't you, dollface?" he asks, tone mocking as tears gather in the corners of my eyes.

Everything inside me is humming in pleasure. Being degraded by these men is somehow the hottest thing I've ever experienced. I don't want it to stop, to end. My brain is trying to tell me this is wrong, this is bad, but my body is alive with the pleasure they're giving me, insatiable for more.

Filthy, wet, squelching noises permeate the room as Ryder slams into me, hard, and Oliver's cock pumps in and out of my mouth. I'm completely at their mercy, and I've never felt more alive in my life.

Ryder's cock is different from Theo's, longer and with a slight curve. It feels incredible inside me now, like I was made to take it. Oliver's cock is pushing deeper into my throat, and I'm choking on it, feeling almost numb as the pleasure continues to escalate, floating in a state of bliss.

Why can't it be like this all the time? Even if they want to make me into their whore, it's better than being their prey, their plaything to take out their anger on. I'd be so good for them, good to them.

My hand reaches out, playing with the soft sac underneath Oliver's cock, encouraging him to deepthroat me to his heart's content. I want him to spill down my throat, to use me like he wants.

Maybe if they see how obedient I can be, they'll ease up on their cruel treatment.

"She's so wet for us," Ryder pants as he works his hips back and forth. "So wet, so tight. She keeps getting wetter the more we fuck her."

Use me, I plead silently. Touch me, stroke me, fuck me, make me wet, I'll do anything to make this moment last.

Oliver's hands come up, tugging at my hair. The pain mingles with electric pulses of pleasure as he pulls hard at the base, yanking my head back so I have to work to keep his cock in my mouth.

"Look at her," Oliver breathes out. "She was made for us and she knows it. She's loving the way we treat her."

Deep down, there's a part of me that knows this is wrong, that I deserve better, but another part, a bigger part, is just too turned on to care. I throw my head back into the pillow and let out a deep moan as I get closer and closer to the edge once more.

Oliver's hands twist in my hair as Theo begins to leave harder bites on my breasts, multiplying the pain-and-pleasure mix I'm experiencing. It feels as though I've been drugged, my mind entirely shutting down to anything but sensations.

"Don't stop," I whine, my free hand reaching out to grip Ryder's hips tightly while the other continues to play with Oliver. "Want it, want it so bad."

"Good girl," Oliver praises, and I lose it right then and there, my orgasm hitting me so hard I almost lose the ability to breathe, thighs shaking as I come apart, letting out a ragged scream.

"Shit," Ryder curses softly. "She's desperate for us. It's so fuckin' hot," he admits, speeding up as he begins to slam into me with rough abandon. "Take it, baby. Take it all, take me so deep inside you. Gonna ruin you for any other man."

He tenses and shouts, his own orgasm hitting him at that moment as his hips stutter to a stop, giving a little twitch as he spills his load deep inside me. I'm so full of cum now that it's leaking out of me, slowly trickling down my leg. His fingers come up, scooping it back up and stuffing it into my over-sensitive entrance.

"She's so fuckin' sexy," Ryder says, voice hoarse. "Can't keep our hands off you, dollface."

He continues to play with me, stroking slippery fingers over my sensitive bud, teasing and toying with me until I'm good and worked up again. His fingers leave, and my hips chase after him, but he just laughs, smirking at the desperation on my face.

"Oliver, she's ready for you," he offers. I don't know if I have another round in me, but the decision is made before I can even say something as Oliver sinks inside me without warning.

"Fuck, she's still so tight, even after taking the two of you," Oliver says, a groan in his voice. "I'm not sure I'm going to last very long."

Ryder and Theo move on either side of me to gain better access to my body, taking turns touching me all over as Oliver's cock moves in and out of me rhythmically. "She's such a good little whore," Theo croons down to me. "You want this, don't you? Want to be used by us just like this, don't you, baby?"

The strong scent of alcohol emanates from Theo as he leans down to talk to me, and I know that the three of them are past the point of sobriety, but I'm too far gone now to care. His praise does strange things to me, sending pulsating waves of pleasure through my entire body, bringing me right up to the edge once again.

"You don't know what you do to us, baby," Oliver groans, rutting deep inside me. His hands are pressing tight enough to my hips to leave marks, and I feel every drag of his cock as it rubs over my spot, leaving me a whiny, sobbing mess.

"That's right, you can take it," Oliver encourages. "You can take more. You're made for us. You're our little whore tonight, baby. Your greedy hole is eager to take all of us and be stuffed with our cum, isn't it?"

His words seem to spur me on, desperation climbing as my body moves of its own volition, hips angling to take him deeper as he practically folds me in half, slamming into me over and over.

"You're so hot, so wet, dollface," he says, voice ragged and breathless. "Can't believe you can take all of us like this and just keep getting wetter. Want to stay inside you forever. This pussy is practically a drug, and we're all close to being addicts."

Stars burst behind my eyelids as yet another orgasm is wrung from me. I scream Oliver's name, Theo and Ryder keeping my arms in place as Oliver's body tenses and he spills inside me, leaning down to plant a fierce kiss on my lips, leaving them bruised in his wake.

As soon as Oliver is done, the three of them grab their clothes and take off, leaving me alone in my bedroom covered in bitemarks, bruises, and sticky with various fluids.

As I lay on my back, staring up at the dark ceiling, my mind whirls as I come down from the incredible high I'd just experienced.

Shit.

I was supposed to be protecting myself. I should have never let them into my room, let alone let them touch me the way they did tonight. What is wrong with me? Tears gather in my eyes as I wrap the blankets around myself, trying to hide from the outside world.

Even if I wanted to, I don't know if I could resist them again. Not after tonight. Not after everything they did to me.

How am I going to keep working here after this?