Chapter 7: Fuck! She's Tight

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PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO INTENSE INTIMATE SCENES🔞⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

Damian's hand wrapped around Eve's ankle, his grip firm as he pulled her toward the edge of the bed.

"Rule number two," he said, his gray eyes boring into hers. "You don't come unless we give you permission. No matter how much you want to. No matter how close you get. You hold it until we say otherwise."

Eve's mouth went dry. "What if I can't?"

"Then you'll be punished." His tone was matter-of-fact, like he was discussing the weather. "And trust me, you don't want that on your first night."

Damon moved to the other side of the bed, capturing her other ankle. Between them, they spread her legs wide, exposing her completely. Eve's face burned with humiliation, but neither brother seemed to care about her embarrassment.

"Look at her," Damon said, his green eyes gleaming. "Already wet. Her body knows what it wants even if her mind is still fighting."

"I'm not..." Eve started to protest, but Silas's hand covered her mouth.

He leaned over her, his dark eyes inches from hers. "Rule number three. Don't lie to us. We can smell your arousal, hear your heart racing, see the way your pupils dilate. Your body tells us everything, so there's no point in pretending."

He removed his hand slowly, his fingers trailing across her lips. "Understand?"

Eve nodded, not trusting her voice.

"Good girl," Silas murmured, and the praise made something clench low in her belly.

Damian's hand slid up her calf, over her knee, stopping at her inner thigh. "We're going to touch you now. Learn your body. Find out what makes you gasp, what makes you moan, what makes you beg."

"And you're going to let us," Damon added, his own hand mirroring his brother's path on her other leg. "No fighting. No resistance. Just acceptance."

Eve's breath came in shallow gasps as both hands moved higher, getting dangerously close to where she was already aching. She'd never been this exposed, this vulnerable. Every instinct screamed at her to close her legs, to cover herself, to run.

But she'd signed a contract. And more than that...her body was responding in ways she didn't understand. Ways that terrified and thrilled her in equal measure.

Damian's fingers brushed through her folds, barely a touch, but it made her hips jerk involuntarily.

"Sensitive," he observed clinically. "And responsive. That's good."

He circled her clit with one finger, light and teasing. Eve bit her lip to keep from making a sound.

"Don't hold back," Damon said, his hand joining his brother's, two sets of fingers exploring her. "We want to hear you. Every sound. Every gasp. Every moan."

When Damian pressed harder against her clit, Eve couldn't stop the whimper that escaped.

"There it is," Damon's smile was wicked. "Such pretty sounds for us."

Silas moved to the head of the bed, his hands sliding into her hair and gripping firmly. Not painful, but controlling. He tilted her head back, forcing her to look up at him.

"You're going to watch," he said quietly. "Keep your eyes open. Watch what we do to you."

It was harder than it should have been. Every instinct wanted her to close her eyes, to escape into darkness. But Silas's grip in her hair kept her anchored, kept her present.

She watched as Damian slid one finger inside her, slow and deliberate. Her body accepted the intrusion easily....she was embarrassingly wet already.

"Tight," Damian said, adding a second finger. "When was the last time you had sex, Eve?"

Her face burned. "Six months. Maybe seven."

"Jesus," Damon laughed. "No wonder you're so responsive. Your body is starving for this."

He wasn't wrong. As much as Eve wanted to deny it, her body was betraying her with every clench around Damian's fingers, every involuntary roll of her hips seeking more friction.

Damian's thumb found her clit while his fingers worked inside her, building a rhythm that had her panting. The pleasure was sharp and intense, coiling tighter in her core.

"Already close," Damian observed. "I can feel it. The way your walls are fluttering around my fingers."

"Don't you dare come," Damon warned, his hand sliding up her stomach to cup her breast. "Remember the rules."

It was torture. Damian knew exactly what he was doing...his fingers curling to hit that spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyes, his thumb circling her clit with maddening precision.

"Please," Eve gasped before she could stop herself.

"Please what?" Silas asked, his grip in her hair tightening.

"Please, I need..." She couldn't finish. Couldn't admit what her body was screaming for.

"Use your words," Damian commanded, his fingers slowing to a torturous pace. "Tell us what you need."

Eve's pride warred with her desperation. But the contract was clear...obedience was expected. And right now, her body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release.

"I need to come," she finally whispered.

"Louder," Damon demanded, his fingers pinching her nipple just hard enough to make her gasp.

"I need to come," Eve said, her voice stronger now. "Please. Please let me come."

"Not yet," Damian said, and she wanted to cry from frustration. "You come when we decide you've earned it."

He pulled his fingers out completely, and the loss made her whimper.

"Don't worry," Damon's voice was dark promise. "We're just getting started."

The brothers moved with practiced coordination, clearly having done this before. Many times before. The thought should have made her jealous or disgusted, but Eve was too far gone to care.

Damian moved between her spread legs, his hands gripping her thighs. Damon positioned himself beside her, one hand still playing with her breast while the other slid down her stomach. And Silas remained at her head, his fingers still tangled in her hair, keeping her anchored.

"This is how it works," Damian said, his breath hot against her inner thigh. "We take turns. We share. And you accept everything we give you."

Without warning, his mouth was on her.

Eve's back arched off the bed, a cry tearing from her throat. His tongue was skilled and ruthless, licking and sucking with precision that suggested he knew exactly what he was doing.

"God," she gasped, her hands fisting in the silk sheets.

"Not God," Silas reminded her, his voice dark and amused. "Us. Only us."