Page 13 of Enter if you Dare: Part Two

I come again, and while it’s not as intense as the first time, I groan in satisfaction as my body falls limp. Noa pulls me closer, thrusting deep as he comes.

After a few moments, he pulls out and steps back. Grabbing his cock, he runs his hand over it, then brings his palm to his face and inhales. “Fuck, we smell good together.”

I had no idea I would find that hot, but apparently I do. I want him to keep doing it; to show me how much he enjoys me.

Cave moves in front of me next and sinks his fingers into my pussy, swirling Cipher and Noa’s cum. Then he pulls them out and brings them to my mouth. “Open.”

I wrap my lips around his fingers and suck.

What are these men doing to me?

He spat in my mouth, yet I wanted to beg him for more, and this is just as filthy.

When I have sucked his fingers dry, he pulls them from my mouth and spins me so my ass is facing him, my thighs now slick with the other men’s cum. Without warning, he lifts me and impales me on his cock. I scream out his name as he stretches me wide, my arms straining under the pressure, though I welcome the feeling.

Cave shows me no mercy. One of his hands grips my waist firmly, and he wraps my hair around the other, pulling my head back.

“What trembles under my hands because it finally knows it’s home?”

“Me!” I scream as he thrusts hard enough that I can feel him everywhere. Noa stands in front of me, supporting my body as Cave wrecks it.

“Are you ready to come one last time?” Noa asks.

I think I mumble something incoherent, which makes him smile and drop to his knees. His mouth touches my clit, and he sucks hard as Cave thrusts inside me. My eyes roll back in my head for a long moment, and when I manage to open them again, white spots dance in my vision. My entire body explodes, and I scream words that don’t even make sense to my ears as my pussy clamps down on his cock.

Cave comes with a feral growl, surging into my now limp body. He then reaches up and undoes my wrists, and I fall into Noa’s waiting arms. Finally, Cave slaps my ass hard as he pulls out.

Somehow, I make it into the bed thanks to Noa. Cipher climbs in behind me, wrapping his body around mine.

My eyes fall closed, but my mind still reels. I don’t know how I plan to leave tomorrow when everything inside me wants to stay. But I know I have to—if I stay much longer, I will become someone who relies on her men to support her. I will never let that happen; I can’t. Since my parents passed away, I have never relied on anyone for anything, and meeting a few hot and slightly—okay, very—unhinged men won’t change that fact.

Noa

Valli has been gone for two days, and I’m already a mess. Do you know how pathetic that is? Two fucking days and I have been counting down the hours until I can see her again, like I’m waiting for her to be released from prison. All I have been able to do is work. It keeps my hands busy because my brain won’t shut up. It plays on loop the image of me pulling away from her curb while she waves goodbye with tears in her eyes.

I’m petrified that someone will come for her, even though her front door has been fixed after Cave kicked it in. There are also new window locks, and Clay upgraded the cameras Cipher put in weeks ago. Cipher can pull the feed up anytime on his phone, and I have caught him checking it more often than he will admit.

She promised that she just needed a few days to find a new job. I offered to help her, but she declined, which is fair. I just hate that gnawing feeling I have that she could be like everyone else and just leave.

My mom told me I love hard. The first time was when I accidentally killed my goldfish. I didn’t know they had to always be in water, so I took him to school to show my teacher. The second time, I didn’t know you could squeeze a pet to death simply by holding it too tight—I only wanted to love it. I have been terrified ever since that day.

I pull out my phone and check the time: 11:47 a.m. I have five texts left for the day before I hit my ten-text limit. It’s my pathetic self-imposed rule, but I need it; otherwise, I would blow up her phone every five minutes, and she would think I’m crazy—well, crazier than I already am.

My phone buzzes and I get excited, but then see it’s a text from Cipher.

Can you bring some coffee?

I message back.

As soon as I’m done here

Cipher has shut down, disappearing into his head, and the only time he surfaces is to tinker with something at his workbench. I couldn’t sleep this morning and found him there, not having slept all night.

Cave is different; he has not come out of the cornfield. Pre-Valli, that was normal, but I know this is him emotionally retreating.

I spend the rest of the afternoon fixing some broken headstones, a task I’ve been putting off. Work keeps my mind from going places I don’t want it to, like what if she doesn’t come back? What if she realizes she is better off without three damaged men, or what if she is already finding someone else?

By the time I leave the cemetery, I have already used my ten texts for the day. In the last one, I asked her what she’s making for dinner tonight; she said pasta, and though I am kicking myself now for wasting a text, I wanted to know what she’d be eating. I try to make sure I don’t come across as needy, but I’m totally okay lying to myself.