He’s right. Even as Cyrus drives into me from behind, even as my body rocks with pleasure, my mind dissects why I want thisso desperately. Why I need men who will take everything, leave nothing but scraps of myself behind.
My body arches as Cyrus hits that perfect spot again, satisfaction flooding my system. This is what I understand: pain blurring into pleasure, control stripped away until I’m nothing but raw sensation.
These men are beasts. They take control with the easy confidence of those who’ve never had their authority questioned. And deep down, I know it’s what I’ve been seeking. To disappear into someone else’s hands, to temporarily escape the burden of my independence.
“Stay with us,” Cyrus growls, sensing my mental drift. His hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back until my spine arches painfully. “Don’t you dare hide from this.”
I laugh, a broken, hollow sound. If only he knew—I’m not hiding from them. I’m hiding from myself and the knowledge that my darkest desires were forged in fire I never asked for.
8
ACE
Fuck, she’s amazing. The way her throat constricts around me, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes as she struggles to take me deeper—it’s perfect. Her submission is complete, but there’s something different about her.
I pull out, watching a strand of saliva connect my cock to her swollen lips. She gasps for air, chest heaving. Beautiful prey. Smart prey. But still just prey.
“Get her on the bench,” I tell Cyrus, my voice steady despite the pounding desire. I need more than her mouth.
Cyrus yanks her up by the hair, dragging her toward the center of the Pit where a custom-built bench awaits. It’s angled precisely—designed for maximum exposure, maximum access. The red lighting catches the metal attachment points gleaming along its sides.
“Spread her out,” I command, watching as my brother forces her facedown onto the leather surface. He secures her wrists to the front corners, while I grab her ankles and pull them wide, fastening each to the lower attachment points.
She’s completely exposed now, ass raised, limbs splayed. The mirrored wall reflects her position—lets her see exactly what’s happening to her. What will happen next.
I activate the floor heating with a remote, feeling the temperature begin to rise around us. Soon sweat will bead across her skin, making everything slick, primal.
“Watch yourself get fucked,” I tell her, cranking up the sound system so every whimper, every slap of skin will be amplified through the space. “This is what you signed up for.”
I move behind her while Cyrus circles to stand by her head. Slowly, I drag my fingers down her spine, applying the right pressure to make her arch. When she does, I crack my palm across her ass—harder than necessary, hard enough to make her scream.
“You think you’re special?” I ask, leaning close to her ear. “You’re just a hole to fill for the next seventy hours.”
But even as I say it, I know there’s something unusual about this one. Not that it matters. Not now, when all I want is to use her until she breaks.
I circle around the bench, taking my time as I study Keira’s body pulled taut against the restraints. Her skin glistens under the red lights, muscles tensed in anticipation. The way she’s positioned—completely displayed, completely vulnerable—satisfies something deep within.
Cyrus steps back, giving me space to claim what’s mine. What’s ours.
“My turn,” I say, running my palm along the curve of her ass. I position myself behind her, not bothering with gentleness. One hard thrust and I’m buried inside her, the tightness of her cunt gripping me like a vise. A strangled noise tears from her throat—part pain, part unwanted pleasure.
I establish a punishing rhythm, each thrust calculated for maximum impact. My hands grip her hips hard enough tobruise, pulling her back to meet me. The sound of skin against skin echoes through the Pit.
“Fuck,” I hiss, reaching forward to tangle my fingers in her hair, yanking her head back. “You’re made for this.”
My free hand slides between her cheeks, thumb pressing against her asshole as I continue driving into her. Her body jerks at the unexpected intrusion.
“What are you doing,” she demands, thrashing against the restraints. “You’re both crazy—you know that?”
I laugh, low and dangerous, pressing my thumb more insistently against her ass while maintaining my brutal pace. “You signed the contract, Keira. You wanted this.”
“Not like this,” she spits, though her body betrays her as she clenches around my cock.
“Liar.” I slide my thumb inside her ass, feeling her tense around the intrusion. “Your body knows exactly what it wants.”
She fights harder against the restraints, muscles straining. “Go to hell.”
I lean over her, never breaking my rhythm. “We’re already there, sweetheart. And you came willingly.