Ghosts of Halloween: A Dark Why Choose Romance

I’ve never been so full in my life. As Jack curses with passion and moves slowly within me, and Caden’s cock twitches inside me while his sure hands hold me up, his face pressing to mine, I desperately hold on to the pain.

Because the pleasure outweighs it so much, I need to cling to the sting in my ass, focus on how Jack’s metal barbells dig into me from the inside, because otherwise, I would just moan in pleasure. I would ride them and come all over their dicks, and I don’t deserve this.

“Oh, shit,” Jack groans as he bottoms out, a sweet ache blooming deep and shooting up my spine.

I moan, grabbing the back of Caden’s head, and he hisses. “Fuck, Jack. I feel your cock. Fuck. This feels so good.”

Jack exhales in a rush, and then places his hand on top of mine, holding Caden’s head and pressing it closer. Caden’s forehead is against mine, and for a moment, all three of us are still, sandwiched together, breathing hard. This is exquisite, unfathomably good, and I make a desperate sound, begging them without words.

Hurt me. I don’t deserve this. Please, make it bad.

But neither Jack nor Caden understand my plea, taking it for encouragement instead. Jack moans low and moves inside me, and Caden hisses again, his cock twitching when the underside of Jack’s pierced dick slides against him through the thin wall separating them.

“Fuck, this is sublime,” he says. And then he thrusts.

Everything inside me clenches and tightens, and even though it still hurts, Jack’s metal too hard, protruding into my flesh, that ache is so fucking good, I can’t stand it. I sob, my fingers clutching Caden’s hair harder. He snarls and moves faster until he hits a tender spot deep inside me, and I gasp, the pierced crown of his cock sending a jolt of pain through me.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Still not enough.

“How does it feel, angel?” Silas asks, coming closer. I think his voice is strained and I wonder what he feels. Does he enjoy it? Or does he want to have me in his control again? I know I want that. He’s the only one who understands what I need.

“Doesn’t… hurt… oh, fuck… enough,” I say, my body jolted with thrusts, their rhythm almost matching but still unsteady. I hold on for dear life, my hand fisted in Caden’s hair, my right arm over his shoulder, black fingers pressing to his back. I look up, finding Silas’s intense gaze already on my face. “Please,” I whimper, begging him to understand.

“Of course, angel,” he says, voice so tender, I’m afraid he doesn’t get it, after all.

But he does. His white teeth flash in a grin as he raises his hand, knife poised, and thrusts it into my arm until the blade scrapes bone.

I scream, hot, blinding pain tearing through me, and Caden snarls, picking up his pace, while Jack releases a string of expletives, fingers digging into my waist. My entire body is tense and shaking, the pain too much, too perfect, and now it hurts as they fuck me, too, all of me clenching tight.

The knife is still in my arm, held steady in Silas’s hand, and as my body jolts, it sends fresh waves of agony with every thrust of Jack’s and Caden’s cocks inside me. I grit my teeth hard so as not to keep screaming, but if I didn’t, I would thank him.

This is exactly what I needed.

“Such a slut for pain and sex,” Silas says, glittering eyes boring into my teary ones as he pulls the knife out. “Little whore for punishment. Cumbucket for my boys. Isn’t this better than your sad little pile of pills?”

I squeeze my eyes shut, a deep moan burning in my throat, and tears stream down my face. Something warm and rough swipes up my cheek, hot breath caressing my skin, and I open my eyes just as Silas pulls back, licking his lips.

Jack and Caden move in sync, hard thrusts jolting inside me, their rhythm smooth and perfect. The rub and slide, the insane friction, the deep bursts of pleasure and pain that shudder low in my spine—all of that mixes with that scorching sting in my arm, and suddenly, I tighten even more, right on the fucking edge of an orgasm.

“Oh, my God.”

Silas grins, face dipping low to lick blood off my skin. Coming back up, the inside of his lower lip tinted red, he pinches my chin sharply, eyes shimmering with hunger.

“You’re beautiful when you suffer.”

He leans in and bites down on my lip until I scream into his mouth. He holds me there, our lips pressed together, mine open in a howl of pain and just, fuck.

I come. I come with Caden and Jack fucking me, with Silas’s lips on mine, the taste of my blood on my tongue. I come so hard, I think my brain blacks out for a moment. All the pain in my body becomes one hot surge of euphoria, and as I run out of air, I shake, soundless, unreal, until it finally passes, and I fall limp. My body is boneless between the three men, completely defenseless.

“Fuck, princess,” Jack moans, speeding up. Caden growls, matching him, and I jerk between them, a ragdoll that’s just there for their pleasure, a body to use. Silas lets go and steps back, breathing hard, and I can’t tear my dazed eyes away from his. I think he’s furious, or maybe it’s something else, something dark and scary. It draws me in, his darkness calling to mine.

“Oh, fuck,” Caden grits out through clenched teeth. “Take it all, pet. Take it like a good slut.”

He stills deep inside me, cock pumping cum, while Jack snarls and ruts into me faster, deeper, until he grunts and shoots his load, filling me.

As the last aftershocks pour through him, he suddenly stumbles, and our balance goes to shit. We land on the floor in a heap of limbs and sweaty skin, pierced cocks sliding out of me with the impact. I can’t move, so I just let them reposition me as they please until I’m draped over Jack’s lap, his hand buried in my hair as he pants, tremors going through his fingers. Caden has my leg in his hands, fingers gently stroking up my ankle.

Jack groans, hand tightening in my hair before he releases it. “Fuck. Jesus Christ. If I wasn’t dead, this would have fucking killed me.”

Caden barks a sharp laugh, and I blink slowly, my head swimming. Now that all the tension has left my body, everything fucked out of me, I am so empty it scares me. Gone is my guilt. Gone is grief. I’m just a body lying limply, with Jack’s trembling hands smoothing down my hair while Caden’s restless fingers move up to my shin.

“Did this help, angel?” Silas asks, kneeling by my head. ”Or can you think of something that could top this? I’m at your service.”

He grins, and I think with strange elation that yes, as a matter of fact, there is something that could be even better than this mindless, numb state that will end sooner or later.

I’d like it to be permanent, so I answer, my voice taking a moment to come out of my scream-sore throat. “Death.”

Silas grins, mischief playing in his eyes as the lines of his face sharpen with that sly smile. Then he murmurs so softly, I’m not sure I hear him correctly.

“We’ll get to that.”