Page 6 of Flesh & Divinity

“Tell me your greatest sin,” I rasp, as I grip her throat and pull her flush against me, my other hand branding her waist like a claim.

The sharp gasp that escapes her when she feels how hard I am tells me everything.

Jaq and Duke crowd in. Duke takes position behind her, caging her between all three of us until there is no space left that isn't ours. I feel her begin to tremble, not in terror. I know with absolute certainty that she is aching and furious about it.

“No.” The word comes out fractured.

“Punishment, then.” Jaq's voice drops to something dark and inevitable. Before she can form a response, his arm moves fast, precise fingers knotting in her hair, dragging her to her knees with ease. He holds her there.

“Mouth open, Cinder Soot.”

Her eyes burn up at him with hatred and heat so tangled they're indistinguishable and I watch her fight it. Watch her tell herself she's supposed to resist this, supposed to be above it, supposed to be the kind of woman who doesn't want this from men like us.

What a fucking fool.

I crouch in front of her, push her hair aside and graze my mask along the side of her neck.

Duke reaches around to Jaq from behind her. His hand slides to unclasp his pants, stroking him with slow, deliberate purpose. The sound that escapes her at the sight of it is involuntary, barely a breath, but I catch it. Her chest flushes deep and her breathing fractures into something ragged and desperate.

“You want his cock to fill that mouth, don't you?” I murmur against her ear.

“N—” She shakes her head, trying to bury the admission before it surfaces. I reach around and pinch her nipple between my fingers and the sound she makes cracks the silence wide open.

“Lie to me again,” I snap, “and you'll be doing a lot more than submitting.”

A strangled noise escapes her when Jaq groans and drops his head back against Duke's shoulder, his composure finally fracturing at the edges.

“Yes,” she breathes it out like it costs her everything. “I want it.”

“Good,” I say low and merciless. “Then be a good girl and take everything he gives you.”

She opens for him.

And the last thread of her resistance snaps.

Forgive me Father for being jealous of my brother for the first time in my life.

CHAPTER FIVE

CINDER

He fills my mouth like a punishment and I take it, all of it. I gag around him as his fist tightens in my hair and holds me exactly where he wants me. I try to pull back but he doesn't let me.

I drag my eyes upward and find his eyes scrunched in pleasure. I track lower and see why. The man behind him has his balls crushed in a brutal fist, and something hot and ugly unfurls in my chest at the sight of it.

Control. Trust. Surrender.

The sight of him enjoying impact play has my pussy dripping and clamping down on air, need unfurling inside me. Never before have I seen two men enjoy the other’s touch, being something I have only dreamed about.

I relax my throat and take him deeper.

I rake my nails down his exposed thighs hard enough to leave marks. I feel him shudder. When he doesn't pull away I moan around him, low and deliberate, and the sound of it fractures something in the air between us.

He’s a masochist.

Pain and pleasure knotted so tightly together you can't tell where one ends and the other begins.

I understand that more than I want to.