“Such a tight, perfect fuckhole,” he rasps in my ear, crooking his fingers, finding a spot inside me that makes my vision blur. “You’re gonna take all of us, aren’t you, prize? You’re gonna let us use your pretty little body until we’re done with you.”
“Yes,” I moan, the word ripped from me as Black Mask’s tongue flicks mercilessly fast over my clit. “Please, yes.”
White Mask releases my breast with a pop and grabs my hand, pressing it against the hard bulge in his pants. “Feel what you do to me, Lila. Feel how fucking hard I am for you. I’m gonna wreck this sweet pussy.”
I fumble with his belt buckle, my fingers clumsy with need. I get his jeans open, pushing them down just enough to free his cock. It springs out, thick and veined and leaking. I wrap my hand around it, and he hisses, his hips jerking forward.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Get your hand on my fucking cock. Get it nice and wet for you.”
Black Mask stands up, his mouth and chin glistening with my arousal. He unzips his own pants. “My turn.” He positions himself in front of me. “Open your mouth, fairy. I want to feel that pretty throat.”
As much as I want to, I told them this wouldn’t be easy, and what better time to run than when their pants are around their ankles?
I push White Mask with all the strength I can muster, and break out into a sprint, heart pounding, corset left in tatters, my bare breasts exposed as I run straight ahead into the corn away from them.
CHAPTER 10
LILA
My lungs burn, a raw, ragged fire with every gasping breath I suck in. I don’t know how I broke free, just a sudden shift in their grip, a split second of opportunity, and I was running.
The corn is a hostile wall, slapping at my bare breasts and face, the ripped corset flapping uselessly. My fairy wings are long gone, torn off in the initial struggle.
Their footsteps are a thunderous drumbeat behind me, a terrifying rhythm of pursuit. I can hear them—the heavy, sure footfalls of White Mask, the rustling, almost silent rush of Burlap Sack, and the steady, predatory pace of Black Mask. They’re not even running full out. They’re toying with me. Again.
Left. Right. Dead end.
Fuck.
I skid to a halt, my bare feet sliding in the dirt. A solid wall of stalks. No way out. I whirl around, my back pressing into the scratchy corn, my heart hammering against my ribs like it wants out.
They step into the small clearing, not even winded. Their masks are terrifying voids in the dim light.
White Mask is first, his chest rising and falling in a steady, controlled rhythm. He points a gloved finger at me. “Bad fairy,”he chides, his voice a low, amused rumble. “That wasn’t part of the game.”
“I think she needs to be punished,” Burlap Sack rasps, cracking his knuckles. The sound is obscenely loud.
“I think she needs to be fucked,” White Mask counters, taking a step forward.
“Ithink,” Black Mask says, his quiet voice slicing through the tension, “that I saw her first.” He steps between them, facing White Mask. “My turn.”
The air crackles, shifting from focused desire to something competitive, dangerous. White Mask shoves Black Mask’s shoulder. “The fuck you did. I had my mouth on her first. I’m splitting that cunt open.”
Black Mask doesn’t budge. “You got her tits. I want her throat. Or her ass. My choice.”
Burlap Sack laughs, that grotesque, rasping sound. “You two can argue. I’ll just take what’s mine.” He moves toward me, but White Mask grabs his arm, spinning him around.
It happens fast. A blur of motion. White Mask swings, Burlap Sack ducks, and his fist connects with Black Mask’s mask against his jaw with a sickeningthwack. Black Mask stumbles back, then lunges, tackling White Mask around the waist. They crash into the corn, a tangle of grunts and curses and the sound of tearing stalks.
Burlap Sack watches for a second, then turns his stitched-eyed gaze back to me. “Looks like it’s just you and me, Lila.”
He’s on me before I can process it, his body crushing me back against the corn. The rough burlap of his mask scratches my cheek. One hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back, while the other rips the remains of my skirt away. I’m naked now, completely exposed.
“Gonna fuck you right here while they fight over the scraps,” he growls into my ear. His free hand gropes between my legs, his thick fingers pushing roughly through my slick folds.
I’m so wet, so fucking ready, it’s disgusting.
“Jesus, you’re dripping for it. You love this, you twisted little bitch. You love us fighting over who gets to ruin you first.”
