Chapter 23

The shadow man held his pale, thickly veined hand out for mine. All traces of paint were completely gone from wiping his seed off his hands. I glanced at my glistening hand, mentally scolding myself. I was nothing but an errant fool. Not only had I given myself an orgasm, no, that was just the beginning. I had to go and do it to my psychopathic kidnapper, who said he was going to kill me. And I did it without a second thought. There was something very wrong with me. I was a sinner. And what's worse was that the fucking ass hat was holding out his hand, and I didn't have anything dry to wipe mine with. The cape that enveloped me was soaked. Hell, I was soaked, and the carpet was soaked. My brain was still short-circuiting.

My first orgasm!At twenty-one years of age.

I knew it was wrong, but fuck it felt good. Without warning, an impish grin turned my lips. Something about doing wrong tugged a little too nicely at where my moral compass should be. I felt good... different. I suddenly remembered I needed to grab his hand. He yanked me to my feet, wet cape included. It stuck to me like glue, and a nervous giggle almost slipped from my lips, but I pulled them together and gnawed at my fingernails. Jesus Christ, pull yourself together, girl. Forgetting entirely that this man had said only hours ago that he could not wait to watch my life drain away. Fuck. I really had lost my fucking head.

Like someone had snapped a finger, the terror ran back through my veins. Funny, clearing out my orgasm must have given me some clarity. No wonder the college boys failed at school, because their constant need to blow a fitful orgasm got in the way of their brains" ability to function. I understood that now, as it was exactly what had been happening to me, I was so blindsided by my sexual fantasies that I forgot the very thing that the shadow man had given me nightmares over. To stalk me, and kill me. And even after all that, I wanted more. I felt like I had only been given a crumb for dinner yet the meal was sitting right in front of me.

He took my cape off and wrapped the one he was wearing around me, before walking me down the hallway. I dove my nose into the hood to satisfy my cravings, the smell of him intoxicated me, tormenting the hunger that was still between my legs. It reeked of blood. Fresh blood. He'd been in the forest, that would explain why he was a little sluggish. Had he been killing more women?

How many? Was I next? My stomach curled, the mixed messages making my head hurt. Those poor girls, and Tilly. And me. Where was my Tilly? I hesitated knowing, but I needed to.

"Umm… can I ask you something?" He seemed disgruntled in my question, but responded anyway. "You just did." His hand pressed firmly against the small of my back the entire time we walked, keeping me rooted to the present.

"No. I mean, another one. Umm. Okay… I"ll just ask anyway…" I paused, taking a breath before continuing, "Where is Tilly?" I gulped, and at first, he said nothing, until we reached the door to the room where all the heat happened. The sex, the lighter burn, the punishments. "She"s not what I want." He grumbled. "That didn"t answer my question." I pushed, but it was too late.

Three pairs of eyes burnt into my skin as we opened the door. "Ah, so you did keep her. Where have you been hiding this one?" Damon's taunting voice growled. The tone of his voice matched my hunger. Maybe that was why the shadow man had taken me to his room in the first place, so he could hide me from these horny fuckers and keep me all to himself. I frowned, seeing everyone was here, all accounted for. Limbs and all.

And no bags of frozen peas on anyone"s junk, a clear sign no one had been castrated. The shadow man hadn"t killed Caine, or anyone else for that matter, for taking me to the ball. I gulped at the burning of their beady eyes lighting up at the sight of me, like I was a singular fry and they were a flock of birds.

I'll admit, wearing his cape did make me feel… something. Like I was special. Maybe more so than the other hostages. I was flustered, and dripping in my own bodily fluids. And now I smelt of blood. Not mine, not his. It was positively wicked, and repulsive. I think Caine's jaw was on the ground. He couldn't stop trailing his eyes over me. Damon was sitting on the same chair as last time, with a leg over his knee, his arm draped over the side of the chair, and a glass of scotch dangling from his hand. His little black fabric pullover mask had two eye holes, and the bottom of it was curled up, allowing access for his drink.

That fucking jawline. Seriously, who birthed these men? They were ridiculous.Chiselled, and sharp, sticking out so aggressively that if he wasn't careful, it would kill someone. An involuntary squeeze of muscles happened in my pussy, eliciting a breathy squeak from my lips. Shit. I gulped, loud. Way to draw more attention to yourself. Though, I was sure it was not heard over the music. I couldn"t identify what was playing exactly, but it was rock, maybe metal.

"Brother." Eli, the buff one, was the first to stand up off the couch, throwing off the girl that was on his lap. He was built much bigger than the others, and he seemed close gated but I had a feeling he had a sweet side somewhere. He put her back into one of the empty cages as if she weighed less than a feather, and fetched the shadow man a bottle of alcohol from the bar, tossing it across the room.

But Damon jumped up and caught it like he was in a football match, cradling it at his chest. He opened the bottle and filled his glass before tossing it to the shadow man. He took a few gulps from the bottle and pushed it against my chest, then found himself a seat on one of the chairs opposite Caine, and Damon scooted in next to Caine. I stood at the doorway, my feet cemented to the floor, unable to map out my next move. Fuck it, I brought the bottle to my lips and took a decent gulp, fire immediately radiated around my lips. I coughed from the severity of its strength, and Damon chuckled in response to whatever whispers Caine said to him.

I knew it was something about me, given that their eyes hadn't shifted from me. They sat there like little schoolgirls, giggling in glass when they gossiped about boys. The sight of them chuckling oddly warmed my heart a little. I rolled my eyes at their immaturity, which Eli noticed and offered me a tsk. He was like an old gentleman, the father between them, the one to pull them all in line.

The bodyguard. I gasped, Eli grabbed the small of my back and ushered me further into the room, and standing directly before the shadow man. Their voices fell quiet, and they all looked at the shadow man. Damon nudged Caine on the arm with his elbow, as if humoured by something.

"So, pet. Which one do you want?" The shadow man provoked. My breath hitched and my eyes widened in complete disbelief. What?

"What?" I whispered, my throat thick and almost inaudible. He gestured his arm out, first to Damon, then Caine, then Eli. I craned my neck to glance at them all. My heart pounded. The memories of being sandwiched between these three men, and our heated antics washed over my brain. Damon"s gun at my skin, and their erections. "We could take her right here, right now.""So fucking wet for us.""She's desperate for it, no matter who by or what with. Desperate little slut.""Little diamond? You want us, don"t you? We can smell it on you."

My pussy pulsated, and I squirmed from the delicious sensation. I was outnumbered again, and something ached for them all to be against my body once more. I was already wet from my orgasm, and there was more trickling from me. These men made me sweltering hot. I hated it, and I hated myself for liking it.

"Who do you want?" the shadow man repeated, startling me from my train of thought. There was a dark, dominant edge to his voice. I swallowed, stammering, "I…" But he cut me off. "Take off the cape, pet. Maybe that will help you decide." Oh, fuck. "What?" I gasped, barely a squeak.

"If you can't decide who you want, then you'll have all of us." I drew in a rapid breath, and my jaw fell to the floor. All? My heart pounded hard against my rib cage. Yet, I didn't hesitate a second time. I shrugged the heavy thing off and it pooled at my feet. Leaving a thump as it hit the ground. Four sharp inhales split through the room simultaneously. The shadow man wriggled in his chair, adjusting yet another proud erection despite his release just moments before. I stood breathless for a moment and collected my thoughts, biting my lip to mute my sinful agreement that was screaming to come out of my mouth.

Whatever they had planned for me, I wanted it. I wanted it more than the air right now. Only because I knew this was a sex plan, not a murderous one. The shadow man's hands band around my thighs, pulling me closer to him. He was gentle but firm. Before I had the chance to redeem my balance, his hand was cupping my pussy, eliciting a breathy moan at his intrusion. Ecstasy threatened to take over there and then.

He groaned, and the horns of his mask scratched at my breasts as he found a rhythm against my clit. On instinct, I rolled my hip up to meet his touch and arched my neck back. He was so gentle with it, yet so hungry and forceful. Another sensation split over me, Eli's chest melding against my back. I could barely focus on his touch, but I made sense of him tucking his arms under mine. He lifted me with ease and moved me to the couch.

The shadow man followed, perching a position in the middle, Damon and Caine followed. The shadow man shuffled back into a reclined position, jolting his neck back to Eli, in a signal of some kind. His erection hard pressed against his jeans, and the outlines of his piercings were evident. He was throbbing again. For me. My hungery gaze prompted him to pull at his jeans, freeing his erection. I moaned. Shit.

My eyes widened. Damon, Eli, and Caine followed suit, removing their pants. Four men, now naked with their cocks standing at attention. Leaving me no choice but to admire them. I fell into a heavy panting rhythm of arousal. Damon's was by far the biggest of the four, it was a very long cock, the little ring at the tip glistened in the lighting. The little bar at his frenum looked so small against the size of him.

I think at this moment, I was grateful for Tilly"s sex education sessions with me back at our old apartment, even though I hated it. And come to think of it, watching Fifty Shades of Grey. I learned all things cock, tits, and ass. I had left the thought"s in the back of my head, until now. Eli's cock throbbed aggressively at the small of my back. His thick length had a little ring pierced through the top, along with two at his balls.

I"ll admit, it was hard to focus on four men at once. Especially when you were using every inch of your core to focus on breathing. Caine's cock was the cleanest, with not a single piercing or slither of hair. I gasped when the shadow man"s hand met my pussy once more. I darted my eyes back to his eye holes in the mask before dropping them to his length, and his piercings. I could only imagine what it would feel like inside my pussy. And I had the feeling I was going to find out soon. Fuck. Didn"t that just make my head spin circles?

"You look like you're going to faint little diamond." Caine's voice was so breathless, it was fucking hot. The fucker, but how could I be mad in this moment? I fell for his stupid charm at the club, and yet here I was, naked before him. Eli held my balance, and I let my head fall back against him. His warm breath sent a shiver down my spine. I cried out, the shadow man inserted a finger into my pussy. It hurt but it was more of a shock than pain. It didn't hurt as much when he ripped out the sponge. And I was nowhere near as horny then as I was now. He drew in a sharp pull of air before finding a rhythm in a ‘come here' motion with his finger.

Hitting a spot I"d not yet felt before. It was deep, and heavy. Pulling my orgasm closer. I moaned with a shudder against Eli, who was only happy to take my weight. Eli's hands cupped my breasts, and the cool air burnt my chest as I panted heavily. Eli's tongue slid up the arc of my neck. Through my faded vision, I could see Damon, and Caine watching hungrily. My heart skipped a few beats seeing Caine's hand wrapping around Damon, stroking his cock. My body stilled, and I moaned harder, my pussy tightening around the shadow man's finger.

"How does she feel?" Damon whimpered, pumping with Caine"s hand. "Like a fucking river." the shadow man growled breathlessly, slowing his movement slightly so I could catch my breath. I sighed as he pulled back my climax. It took every fiber in my being to not explode for him, but he knew exactly what he was doing with me, seemingly understanding how my body worked, and where my limits were. I wanted it to last forever. I didn't want to die, I wanted this. Though death was the furthest thing on my mind.

He pulled his glossy-coated finger out of my pussy, leaving me in a state of desperation, and then he held it out for Damon. Fuck. Without hesitation, Damon opened his mouth. I hadn"t noticed when or where he took the mask off, but he wasn"t wearing it now. His tongue caressed the shadow man's finger and slurped up the liquid from my pussy, but he didn't swallow. I was so grateful that in this moment my periods were so short, and light, there was no blood in sight. My mind trailed off somewhere it didn't need to, realizing they were brothers. Brothers.

My stomach fluttered, but I was pulled quickly from the delirium. The shadow man dove two fingers back inside me this time. Breaking my hymen. I winced from the pain before mindlessly lifting a leg onto the couch to open wider for him, accommodating his slow tormenting thrusts of his fingers. He was stretching me. He was going to take my virginity. And I'd let him, without a shadow of a doubt. I shouldn't be excited about losing my virginity. Let alone to my fucking killer. Damon and Caine scooted off the couch to stand and Caine dropped to his knees before him. Damon tenderly grabbed the sides of his head and pulled his gaze up. Caine was begging for something. I couldn"t be sure what.

But it soon became clear, because Caine opened his mouth, and Damon deposited my fluid, mixed with his saliva directly into his mouth. Fuck. Eli chuckled, amused by my uncharted, confused arousal. The two brothers dived into each other, tasting my juices. "Mmmm. Diamond is so sweet." Caine licked his lips while his eyes were on mine. My pussy clenched tightly, bringing my climax closer. The shadow man pushed further into me, inserting another finger. I winced once more, and a tear freed from my eyes. I relished the pain through the pleasure as he tore through what was left of my hymen. I was his.

He was claiming me at this moment, and I was only happy to let him. This was far from saving myself for marriage, and that was supposed to be for only one person. This was with four. He swirled and twisted his fingers inside me, with his thumb against my clit as he stimulated me deeply, softly, then slowing again. Letting my orgasm build and fall.

"Please." I begged. Without thinking, I reached behind me, finding Eli's cock. I gasped when I finally made contact. Running off desperation, adrenaline, and nerves, yet somehow completely in control of what I was capable of. He adjusted himself so that he was properly in my hand, I could barely wrap my fingers around him. Leaning hard up against him, he took my weight as I began to stroke him, in the same rhythmic pattern as the shadow man was performing on me. I closed my eyes in awe of the pleasure rippling through me.

Something hard but soft tapped me on my left cheek. Damon's cock. The fucker was slapping me with his dick. I tugged away my pleasure for a moment to purse my lips at him with a fuck-you-ass-hat glare. But, I guess his height came as a blessing. I'd come this far, and I wasn't about to say no and fuck up my own pleasures. My position gave me the opportunity to turn my head and allow him to enter my mouth. My throat swelled to accommodate all of him as he thrust intently. Muting my moans with the fullness. Caine scooted to my right, and I blindly offered my other hand to him. Landing in the palm of my hand was Caine's wet cock, the tip of it now soaked with his sticky residue. It throbbed, and I began to stroke it.

"That's it, little one. Find your pace." Eli purred down my neck. Ecstasy swam through my pussy, teasing me on the edge of my climax, but not enough to tip me over entirely. I arched my pelvis for more, I wanted the shadow man deeper. I tried to beg, but Damon was too big, and I could barely breathe.

"Fuck. No gag reflex." Damon hissed, the feeling of pleasure enveloping his tone. Suddenly the shadow man squeezed my thigh with a growl. Another warning. He was controlling everyone"s stimulation and climaxes. He stilled for a moment, and all four of them maneuvered in unison. I gasped as Eli began to lower me. I could feel the soft wet tip of the shadow man's cock at my entrance. I winced, and my eyes fluttered in panic. Fuck what do I do? This was finally happening. The shadow man cleared his throat, and Damon pulled his cock from my mouth.

I took a deep breath, they were letting me take a moment of thought to recenter myself and adjust to my virginity that was about to be taken from me. I wondered, seeing as the shadow man was the one controlling us, was this showing me kindness to allow me a breather?

The shadow man tugged my waist, and Eli continued lowering me, until the shadow man's cock was just past my entrance, a sting hit my core, heavy and intense. A flash of light hit my head. "Fuck." I cried out, and tears streamed down my face as he practically split me in two.

Then, the sting passed and the electric thunder between him and I threw my body into oblivion. Stars, fireworks, rainbows, and ecstasy hit me like a fucking freight train, I clenched around his cock into a fitful, shattering climax. I descended into a realm only in existence to those who had the pleasure of an orgasm, such as this one.