Bloodshed (Order of the Unseen, #1)(40)

Her legs spread, and desperate for her warmth, I sink inside of her once more. Digging my fingertips into her thighs, and gripping her tight, I take her ruthlessly.

She cries out in ecstasy, accepting all of me. Jensen climbs onto the bed, working his hard, thick cock with his hand. He kneels beside her head as she stares up at him with innocent eyes. Breathing hard, I quicken my thrusts, watching as she takes his cock into her pretty little mouth.

A roar erupts from Jensen’s chest as he fucks the back of her throat. Quinn gags, bobbing her head, drool dripping down her chin while he tightens his grasp on her neck. I groan loudly from not only the feeling of being buried inside of her, but from watching my best friend plunging in and out of her mouth with sharp grunts.

“What are we going to do with you now, little Quinn?” Damien taunts, tossing a rope onto the bed beside us. “Tie her up.”

Jensen withdraws himself from her mouth with a wet pop, and secures the rope around her wrists, binding her tight. Reaching beneath her back, I hold her close, moving her further up the bed and pinning her entwined wrists over her head. The moment I secure the rope onto the hook built into the headboard, those beautiful green eyes she’s been blessed with widen, flickering with anticipation.

Excitement.

Fear of the unknown.

“Look at our filthy little fuck toy,” Jensen purrs, as Quinn squirms on the bed eagerly, yanking hard on the ropes. “You’re so desperate to come. Aren’t you, baby?”

She nods.

“Tell us,” Damien commands.

“Yes,” she moans, as her legs fall open.

Her pretty little cunt has me in a trance. I tug on my cock, working myself faster with a tight fist. She’s drenched for us. Her thighs are glistening, and there’s a small puddle of her juices coating the sheets beneath her ass.

“Please,” she eagerly whines, taking her bottom lip between her teeth.

“You want to be used by us, don’t you?” I ask, inching closer, positioning myself between her legs as I wet my lips with the tip of my tongue. She stares up at me dreamily before shifting her gaze to Damien and Jensen.

“Yes,” she replies. “Use me.”

“What do you think, Jensen?” I question, teasingly. “Do you think she can handle it?”

He lightly caresses her knee with his hand, before spreading her legs wider, granting us the most beautiful view. “I’m not so sure,” he says with a wicked grin. “I think it’s time to test her.”

“Mmm,” I breathe, noticing the alarm igniting in her eyes. “Jensen is right.”

“But you’ve already fulfilled my darkest fantasies,” she rushes out.

Damien lets out a sadistic chuckle from beside the bed. “Oh, Quinn,” he sighs, testing the rope’s hold on her delicate wrists. Then he gazes down at her innocent face with menacing eyes. “We will show you dark.”

Quinn begins to squirm helplessly on the bed, yet a grin claims her face.

There’s a sparkle in her eyes.

She trusts us. Wholeheartedly.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Jensen taunts, retrieving a knife from the top of the nightstand before handing it to me.

Right on cue, Quinn freezes.

Her mouth pops open with uncertainty.

Blinking rapidly, she fixes her gaze on the blade. “What are you going to do to me?” she asks carefully.

Damien withdraws his own knife from the back of his pants, twirling it between his fingers skillfully while leaning over the bed. “We’re going to fuck your pretty little cunt and tight ass with whatever we see fit,” he bites out, working her clit with his fingers.

She squirms, staring into his eyes vulnerably while grinding against his touch. “Ghost—” she moans, breathing fast.

A smile tugs at Damien’s lips. “And you’re going to take it,” he finishes, sinking two fingers inside her wet cunt. “Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

She quickly nods.

I coat my fingers with lube and ease them inside her ass. “You are ours to play with,” I groan, stretching her wide.

“Our filthy little fuck toy,” Jensen groans, blindfolding her. He then traces his fingertips along her collarbone before curling them around her throat. “Ready to relinquish all power to us?”

A desperate cry escapes her parted lips.

“Surrender, Quinn,” Damien growls, fucking her harder with slippery fingers.

“Yes,” she whimpers, grinding her pussy and ass against our hands, taking us deeper.

“Say. It,” I demand, curling my fingers in her needy little ass.

Her back bows as she tugs hard on the ropes. “I surrender,” she gasps, her mouth falling open.

Jensen takes advantage and guides his cock through her lips. He lets out a sharp groan as he sinks into the back of her throat, repeatedly. She runs her tongue along his shaft and bobs her head, matching his thrusts.

Damien coats the grip of his knife with lube before easing it into her cunt. In return, she cries out euphorically. Our little Quinn is soaking wet… so desperate to come.

I could explode right at this moment just from the sexy look on her face alone.

But this isn’t about us.

This is about us getting her off. Making her scream.

Making her realize that this is exactly what she’s been missing for all these years.