Chapter 24

The shadow man groaned and drew in a rapid blow of air through his teeth as he melted himself deep into me. He was possessed by my swollen pussy. Relentlessly, Damon pulled my head and forced himself into my mouth with a vigorous growl. I glared at his dark eyes, almost black with lust. The same pair of eyes that had helped the shadow man gut my feet with the glass.

My breath hitched, and my feet tingled from the distant memory, so much has happened between then and now. I breathed heavily and blinked my eyes to focus on the pleasures, lulling aside the traumatising memories. Caine winced from my grip on his hand. Unintentionally, I was crushing it. "S-sorry." I breathed. I unclutched his hand and let my body adjust to the new unfamiliar swell of my kidnapper"s cock inside me.

The pleasurable sensation from his piercings rippled against my inner lining, the dull ache building to a throbbing heat as I clenched harder around him. I had the attention of four men, two in the palm of my hands, one in my pussy and one in my mouth. What the actual fuck was wrong with me? This was long passed the line of sin, I was going to go straight to the gates of hell. Did I have regrets? No… but ask me again when this is over. I"d have a different answer.

Without warning, I recoiled again, hard. Pleasure swallowed me more than the last, only this time the pulsation of my orgasm gripped around a cock, giving an entirely new sensation to an orgasm. The hit of the shadow man's abrupt thrust took my breath away. I almost forgot to breathe, and I was breathing hard enough that snot bubbled at my nose from the pressure of Damon in my throat. His thrusts were blocking my airways. Acting on mindless impulsion and instinct, I maintained my rhythm for Caine and Eli. I kept building their climaxes and another of my own.

"Good girl, you're taking it so well for us." Eli praised in a dominant whisper as he caressed my breasts, eliciting a fitful subdued moan. Fuck. This was too good.

"Little diamond loves to please us." Caine purred. I rolled my hips against the shadow man, finding that delicious deep spot his fingers were before. I mirrored the speed and momentum the shadow man did on me, onto the other brothers. Moulding a perfectly steamy, erotic fuck fest triangle, if you counted a triangle as having five corners, and not three.

Alas, I was the piggy in the middle once more. Beads of sweat poured down Damon's rugged youthful core, the saltiness seeping into my lips. Eli's hot breath hounded down my core. He took all of my weight against his broad, stubbled chest. The tingles of his growth radiated up my spine. I was in fucking heaven with these alterations of sensations. When I said I wanted more, I wasn't expecting this. Granted, I wouldn't take it back for the world. Even if it meant my freedom. I was in a state of wonderland, and I didn't want to ever leave it. Had I completely lost my fucking marbles? Yes. These brothers were psychopaths. And I cared nonetheless. The shadow man demanded from beneath me.

"My pet. Make my brothers cum."

Like a loyal servant, I obeyed with great pleasure, picking up the pace. I moaned and hardened my grip on Caine. He groaned loudly in response, and his hand planted at a spot on my ribcage. Eli moved his hand off my right breast, and Caine cradled it. Too big for his hand, he pinched at my nipple. I arched my back more from the rush of delicious, new sensation… pain, and invited it in.

"That's it. They're so close pet." the shadow man cooed, continuing his relentless pace. I shifted my pelvis and dug the shadow man even deeper into me, and I shuddered from pleasure. He hissed and pounded harder, grabbing the fatty bundles of flesh at my ass with both hands. He lifted, tilted, and lowered me against his thrusts, repeating the deep, slow, intense motions before speeding up. He dug his fingers into my flesh like he was kneading dough. "Fucking hell." He pumped rigidly with more haste, he was so close to his climax. I took the pain through the pleasure and began to pick up the pace on the three brothers.

My mind split in four places at once, a heavenly torment. Caine shifted again and found my clit, sending me near to oblivion. I don"t know how many more times I could orgasm, exhaustion was starting to take charge. The shadow man throbbed as Caine twirled at my little sensitive spot. "Oh, fuck." I muttered between whatever gaps I could find around Damon. My pussy clenched around the shadow man hungrily, earning more groans.

"You are so fucking twisted." Damon hissed mockingly with a grimace of humour on his tongue. He snagged a fistful of my hair and yanked it, the tendon on my neck strained from the pressure. I flinched but accepted him.

"Our little slut." Eli mirrored his tone, squeezing my left breast harder, bruising the skin from his grip. I moaned from my ruthless pet name and the twisted pain, succumbing to the fact that it brought great pleasure. The wet sounds of kissing grabbed my attention, Damon and Eli were entwining tongues, sending Damon over the edge. "I'm going to fill this whore"s mouth with my cum. Fuck." Damon clenched his body to stone, and his heat thumped into the back of my throat hard and fast, breathless from his orgasm. I choked and sputtered the concoction of saliva and his seed, his liquid wasn't stopping. The shadow man ordered.

"Open, and swallow him pet, he's not done yet."

I swallowed, and then without thinking I opened my throat wider so that he could deposit more of his seed. And just when I thought he didn't have more to give, he pumped again, letting more fluid flow from him. Tears and more snot trailed down my cheeks from the pressure. Then Caine's body reacted and stilled, he coiled like a snake into a forceful orgasm. His warm liquid shooting over my hand, belly and floor. The shadow man took over, and his thumb caressed my clit in similar patterns to his thrusts. My orgasm was at its peak, but he didn't let the ecstasy take me.

He slowed, then picked up the pace before slowing again. I swallowed all of Damon's seed and adjusted myself, looking straight at the shadow man. My heart pounded in excitement from the sight of him, seeing that his legs and stomach were soaked. Completely coated in my fluid, and his sweat. The black glistening paint swirled around his pale skin. He seemed to enjoy me admiring him, because the entire time since our heated rendezvous began, he hadn"t moved his eyes from me.

The shadow man growled another command. "Eli's turn to cum, pet."

"Oh, god." I plead, trembling my body against the two brothers. I couldn"t put my finger on why the way he demanded and gave orders made me feel this way, it just did. "Good girl." Eli muttered, then shuddered underneath me. His warm liquid pooled into my other hand and my over ass. I clenched harder. I gasped, the shadow man yanked me onto his lap so that my breasts were at his mask.

It was now just me, and him. This position was deep, like his cock was in my core. Without warning he grabbed the small of my back, then curled his fingers in my hair with the other hand, and with great force pulled my neck back and arched my body. The heavy sensation sent me into a wave of fireworks as our molecules fused. The static charge hounded through us with all the colors of the rainbow.

His body stilled with mine, and his hot liquid filled me, claiming me with each pump of his seed. I pulsated my climax around him as he let himself go. The ecstasy was like he and I were the only beings on the planet. I wondered if sex was always like this, this good. I couldn"t shake the feeling, like we had bonded here and now. And that was only half the problem, wasn"t it? I didn't even know his name. I didn't even know what he looked like.

My killer. I was spent, dizzy, bleeding, panting, and trying to bring myself back to earth… back to the here and now. I mentally scolded myself for my sins, I knew I would regret this. What the fuck was wrong with me? This man said he was going to kill me, and yet, I just fucked him without once objecting to it. I had just lost my virginity. To not just one man. But to four!

But no matter how much I admonished myself, I suspected that this wasn't over yet. That this… was just the beginning.

"Here." Eli handed me a glass of red wine as I remained on the lap of the shadow man. "Thanks." I muttered coyly. I winced from my brain thumping in my skull. I was so fucking hungry. I needed food, not dicks. Get a grip, Esme. Fuck. I took the glass and let it roll down my throat. The entire glass was gone in a flash, comprehending what in the holy grail, gang bang, kinky fuckery just happened. You got railed! That"s what. Crap. Eli cleared his throat, as though he was surprised I had drunk the fruited beverage so fast.

"Uhm, I'll give you this then." He handed me the bottle, and I didn't hesitate. I grabbed the damn thing, holding it up to let its contents wet my tongue and drown me. It quenched the thirst I didn't know needed quenching. It tasted so fucking good, far better than the whiskey they had given me earlier. My mind wandered, barely noticing the shadow man scooping me off him, and the juices that were dribbling from my pussy.

I shifted onto the couch, noticing an uncomfortable ache between my legs, like a bruise. I had completely lost sight of who I was, and the more I started to come around the more I realised what the fuck was happening. My body started going into shock. Fuck. Wait… juices, and not just mine. His seed was inside me.

I shuddered and tears began to pour down my cheeks, I was under no obligation to stop them. I started seeing stars from the pressure in my head. The shadow man scooped me up off the couch, and cradled me like a wounded baby. I couldn't fight the feeling of succumbing to the darkness, I let it close in around me, and my past nightmares along with it. The same words rolled around in my brain over, and over again.

I cannot wait towatch your life drain away for me.

I blinked a few times as the sounds of water falling stirred me, but they faded just as fast as I did, drifting in and out of consciousness. The ache in my body was dull, I was hurting. I heard the water again, and I jolted upright, my eyes immediately finding the shadow man"s mask. That fucking mask. He was standing beside me, staring at me like a vulture.

The same way he did in my apartment. I soon realised that I was in his bed, cradled in his sheets, and his cape. I inhaled his scent, it intoxicated my brain in an instant. Why did it have to do that? I gulped, the sensation suddenly tugging between my legs again at the memory of him inside me. I sat up against the headboard. I winced. Ouch. I was sore, very sore. "How long have I been out?" I squeaked. "A day. Come, pet. I drew another bath". He answered like a robot on autopilot.

I squirmed. Something was different about him, his mood was something I couldn't quite make sense of. Maybe he was vexed by something. I took a quick glance at the beam I was suspended from the other day as we shuffled to the bathroom. I frowned at the memory, puppet queen. I then turned to peer out the window, seeing that it was just going on dusk, it looked gloomy outside. We finally reached the bathroom and he stood there with his head tilted, gesturing with his hand that I take off the robe. Him and his demands… this man.

I could barely stand, and despite being unconscious for a day I was so exhausted. My brain hurt just as much as my body did. I needed food, I was surely perishable by now. I trailed off, admiring him in all his haunting, confusing beauty. How could a psychopathic murderer be this fucking beautiful? I didn't even know what he looked like, but I couldn"t shake the fact that there was a pull that he had on me. I hated it. I trailed my eyes over every scar on his skin that flared under the black paint. My stomach fell in thought from how they got there, there were so many of them. He squirmed slightly.

"Did they hurt?" I whispered with furrowed brows.

He growled, clamping his fist. A warning to butt the fuck out of it. I drew my finger to the now crusted burn that Ruby had given me, then trailed to the cut on my collar bone from him. Though they were nothing compared to what he had, he was leftover carnage. I gulped around the golf ball-sized lump in my throat, hitched by how wounded he was. I felt sad for him, where I shouldn"t.

He offered me nothing other than silence, and a second prompt to disrobe. I didn't push, I didn't want to hit a nerve that I had no business poking around. I dropped the cape over my shoulders, not having a care in the world of my nakedness. He clearly wasn't fazed by my weight. I couldn"t stop my eyes from trailing him up and down, his glorious height, and frame. And his jeans that hung from the v of his hips… his torn jeans, and a worn out brown leather belt. Gah! He was fucking beautiful.

His pale skin showed where the paint had run from his sweat. He clearly hadn't showered since our heated antics or put fresh paint on. I bit my lip at the sight of his pubic hair on his stomach, trailing in a perfect line before hiding under his jeans. He was breathtaking. I knew he was a monster, but under all the fa?ade, I think maybe… he was a beautiful, wounded soul. Begging for love. Somewhere. He tensed.

"Don't pity me." he scowled, a perplexed hiss in his tone, as though he was choking back a layer of anger. He sighed. "I can hear your head running a million miles an hour, pet." The shadow man was right, it was doing exactly that. I couldn't lie, I felt like I was living a real-life version of Sleeping Beauty. He told me he was going to watch my life drain away for him, and yet I almost didn't care. Princess Aurora, knew of her impending death, she was told specifically not to touch the spinning wheel, or she would die. But she did it anyway, cast under a spell. She could not resist it, pulled to it by a siren. No different to the one the shadow man was doing on me.

Why couldn't I resist him? Why did I want more of him? The man barely spoke a word but when he did it drowned me, and every thought I had in my head. Like a power. Manipulation. Mind control.

"Sorry. I just…" I admitted. But his finger lifted my chin, pulling my eyes to the emptiness of his mask"s eye holes. Somewhere I was aching to gaze, his real eyes. My mind trailed off, what color were they? Were they big or small? Were they electric or haunting? I filled in my curiosity and just believed that they were probably black, and empty.

"Get in." he demanded. I followed his order and lowered my toes into the water. I gasped, and spun my head around to glare at him with an enraged frown. He chuckled, the water was freezing, and only the cold tap had filled the bath. What the fuck was his deal? "In… pet." he said carelessly. I winced, then breathed through the unkind hit of the cold water as it rippled through my body. I could almost feel my core temperature drop in response. My breath picked up the pace from the shock. The shadow man stood back to watch me suffer, amused somewhat. "I like this." he exclaimed dryly.

"What… making me suffer?" I snapped back.

My eyes followed him as he moved behind me. His hand found my throat and I winced, but he didn't squeeze. His mood seemed like it was all over the place, unpredictable. Especially when he was like this, blank, emotionless. Confused? I frowned, realizing that it was a pattern, as though he drifted in states of disorientation before nightfall. I shuddered from the chill. He strummed his fingers over the arc of my neck and chin softly, before trailing his fingertip slowly down to my chest, teasing at the crusted pink skin from Ruby's burn of her lighter.

"Yes." he whispered, pulling his hand away. A whimper slipped from my lips, realizing here and now that I was getting that feeling again… arousal. I rose my body from the water to meet his touch and we collided again. He groaned, as is fighting off his arousal before grabbing my breast, hard. He showed it no mercy as he massaged it, and it was turning red from his kneading. I grimaced, but I didn't pull away or break contact.

"Why?" I blew the words from my chest, but he didn"t respond. He shifted further forward and his warm breath fled from under his mask, hounding straight onto my skin. I shuddered from the combination of sensations. Cold meets warm.

He moved his attention to my other breast, echoing the same hungry massage. Eliciting a moan. I didn"t know how I had more to give, but my orgasm was building from his touch alone, and I was struggling to keep it at bay. The wicked furor of cold water was no longer my first thought. No… like he was a professional to mind control, the shadow man was my only focus. And as though he could predict my inner thoughts of struggling to keep my climax roaring so soon, he demanded sternly. "No, swallowtail. Not yet." He squeezed harder as a threat to not climax, but it only made me fall closer to the edge.

I jolted and squirmed from his touch. I'd had a taste of sex and pleasure, and I wanted more. More of him and his electric touch. He grunted from the pit of his chest, purring at his sexual torment on me. I shuddered. He pulled the knife from his pocket, and brought it to my neck. I stilled, and then my heart ricocheted in my chest from the cold jagged edge that was pressed firmly at my skin. Was this his punishment for building an orgasm when he had said no? Did he think this was going to stop it? Because he was very wrong. I had lost my fucking mind, adrenaline was quickly becoming my drug, making me lose control of my own thoughts.

"Mmmm." I moaned without realizing. That sound should have been something very much the opposite of a cry from pleasure. A knife could take my life away. It could drain it. Easily. But, I was only happy to pull my neck further back for him, and exposing my pumping jugular.

"Fuck…" he panted through gritted teeth.

Not what he was expecting.He was transfixed, and I registered here and now that I clearly had this man in a chokehold. I knew that he wanted to scare the living fuck out of me, and he did. But he wanted me in ways he didn't understand or have control over, and I soon learned I wanted everything he had. He groaned, trailing the cool metal of his knife harder against my thin flesh. The shadow man drew a cascade of blood as he split my skin diagonally across my throat. Not enough to kill me, and not enough to cause significant damage, but enough so that it would not take long before my blood clotted to stop the flow.

I moaned to the seduction of pain, and I closed my eyes to mentally scold myself, only seeing stars when I did. It took every bone in my body to not unfold for him yet, I wanted it to last. But by the sound of his breathing, he was holding himself back too. I should be fucking terrified of this man, but I wasn't. Why? I should be crying for mercy, because he had a knife to my throat. Even after telling me that he would kill me, but I wasn't.

"Please." I begged for my release that lurked at my clit… if only he would touch it. He whimpered and pulled his mask up slightly. I gasped, because he caught me off guard. He didn"t push it far, only revealing his pale hairless chin, chiseled jawline, and the lips of a fucking God. I bit my lip in anticipation, realizing how desperately I wanted his kiss. His lips were smooth, soft pink, and plump. Suddenly I winced with my eyes widened, catching sight of a scar peeking from an area of his face I couldn"t see. The moment was short-lived, and I drew my attention back to his lips, moaning thoughtlessly to the thought of them on my pussy.

The shadow man drew his tongue out to wet his lips, and shook his head. "No pet." He growled with an impish grin. His voice was clear without his mask, sending a wave of desire between my legs. His teeth were glowing white, this man… was Godsent. I shivered, falling into a heavier trance of breathing. Even his tongue was fucking beautiful, a perfect blend of pinks and purples. He started chewing, licking, and growling like a primal fucking animal. And then suddenly, his mouth was at my neck, his tongue lapping up every drop of my blood that he had drawn from his knife. I cried out, and he nipped the arc of my neck with his teeth, eliciting a deep coarse groan to bubble from his chest. He glided his tongue over the tender area, and my pussy pulsated at the twisted pained pleasure "Oh, my… G-"

"Pet!" The shadow man was quick to mute me with a stern hiss. Had he swallowed my blood? Why did I like the idea? The bath was turning crimson… I was laying in my own pool blood. He tugged his mask back to where it was and I frowned. His hands ventured down my body, one finding the base of my pussy, and the other at my breast again. I squirmed to meet his touch, and he dived between my fold, caressing my clit hungrily. "You want this?" His muffled deep voice crawled under my skin. "Mhmm." a mindless plead was all I could offer him.

"I want you to beg, when I tell you to." he added teasingly, with a hint of anger.

"I. I…" I couldn't mutter out the rest. My brain was short-circuiting from the rhythms of his finger, and I was feeling dizzy from the loss of blood, and his lips on my skin. He was making me dive into desperation and messing with my mind. And the more my sexual ache thumped harder for him, the more the blood on my neck seeped out. He stopped his movements over my clit.

"Am I understood, pet?" his tone was laced with more anger than the last, panic once again taking charge, something wasn"t right. "Yes, okay." I nodded with my eyes wide. "Good." he praised. He pulled his finger from my swollen clit before cramming two of them into my mouth. There was a sweet flavor as he swirled his fingers over my tongue, learning that the sweetness… was me. He purred, tugging my bottom jaw down, and leaving my mouth in an O position. "Keep this open." the shadow man demanded dryly. I did as he told me, and he tugged his mask up again.

He leant over my chest and lapped up my blood that was trickling down my neck and over my chest. He took in a mouthful before shifting, and hovering over my lips. Oh shit. This was so fucking wrong. He was no vampire, nor was I. But this was so fucking good. Deranged. Hot.

Suddenly, his lips found mine and he drove his kiss straight into me as he deposited my metallic warm crimson liquid into my mouth, mixed with his saliva. Holy fucking, fuckity, fuck, fuck. The static charge punched me directly in my soul, and in my pussy. I moaned from the sensation of two warm metal bars, that were impaled through his tongue. Tongue piercings. I imaged what they would feel like on my clit, I shuddered. They swirled against my tongue and my climax was on the edge, like I could see the cum fairies in my brain again, ready to bless me with more pleasure. Could he get any better? Damnit. I moaned in disbelief, he was kissing me.

No… he was fucking me with his mouth. Without warning, he pulled his kiss from mine, and my blood, and saliva drooled from his lips, trailing down his neck. "Beg, pet." he commanded. "Please." I panted for him in desperation. "Again." he hissed. I begged again, pained with ache. "Please." I shattered breathlessly. He smirked, and then his tongue slid around his lips. The two piercings twanged against his wickedly straight teeth, covered in my blood. He swallowed.

"Swallowtail?" The shadow man groaned, a daring edge to his tone. "Yes?" I wept, barely holding myself together. "I want you to cum for me." And with that, his warm unfiltered, unmasked breath crawled under my skin, and I fell off the edge of the earth for him, hard and heavy.

I fitted into my climax, and another, letting the stars race around my head, and the colors of fireworks cloud my vision. And just when I thought that maybe he was not a monster, everything in my body came to a raging stop. He shoved my body underwater, and I inhaled a gulp of water. I couldn't fight against his strength as he held me submerged.

The pleasure from my orgasms washed into my fear of death. I thrashed and screamed, but he held me down with a shaky arm. Water spilled from the edges of the bath onto the floor. Suddenly, he pulled me up for a breath by the nape of my neck, and I drew in a rapid blow of air. I yelped a terrorised plea for help, but he dropped me in again.

His blood-covered teeth carved with a satanic grin was the last thing I saw.