Chapter 24 Meeting The Dark Side of Sin Rivers
Serena
I’d never felt this full before. Years of touching myself with my fingers and toys, or even the desperate late-night attempts had prepared me for this.
The rod was cold, thick, unyielding inside me. Sin slipped one full inch inside me and my walls clenched hard around it, trying to push it out and pull it deeper at the same time.
“Oh my God!” The scream ripped out before I could stop it. He was tearing me open from the inside. This was torture.
“No, no,” Saint murmured against my ear, his big hand splayed across my stomach to hold me still. “The only name you get to scream is ours.”
Sin twisted the tip, a lazy half-turn that made me squeeze my eyes shut, swallowing back another scream that wanted to claw its way up my throat.
“Serena,” Sin’s voice was thicker, rougher, laced with lust and desire, “we want to hear you scream.”
He rolled the rod again, another slow, full circle, and my hips jerked upward on instinct.
“Please….. I'm not…. I can't….” Somehow, I couldn't bring myself to say it because then they would stop. I couldn't tell them I was a virgin.
Saint’s hand slid lower. His fingers found my already slick and swollen clit and stroked once.
I lifted my hips for more before I could think.
The movement drove the rod deeper.
The scream I’d been holding back tore free from my throat, echoing off the mirrored walls.
“Fuck, Siiiiiiiin!”
“Yeah,” Sin praised, his voice dark and pleased. “Just like that.”
He was standing between my spread thighs now, one knee braced on the edge of the snooker table so he could angle the rod perfectly.
His free hand rested on the inside of my right knee, keeping it pinned wide while the fingers of his other hand controlled the rod with surgical precision.
Saint stayed at my head, leaning over me from the side.
One forearm braced beside my shoulder so he could pin both my wrists above my head in a single grip.
His other hand worked between my legs, his thumb circling my clit in slow, relentless loops while his middle and ring fingers flanked the rod, stretching me even wider around it.
I was caught between them, Sin at my core, Saint at my chest and wrists, their bodies caging me against the green felt.
Every time I tried to twist or close my thighs, one of them corrected me: Sin’s hand on my knee pressing harder. Saint’s forearm tightening across my wrists.
These two were driving me crazy.
“Look at her,” Saint's voice sounded very far away, because Sin was working my pussy with the rod and stealing my breaths. “She’s dripping down the rod. Clenching like she wants to keep it forever. We always knew you could take this, Serena.”
Sin pulled the rod back an inch, then pushed it deeper than before.
I arched off the table, my breasts bouncing, a fresh scream splintering the air around us.
“Please, I’m too full, I can’t take anymore,” I pleaded as Sin started fucking me with the rod instead of just holding it still.
The thick length dragged in and out now in slow strokes that stretched me wider with every thrust.
The resistance inside my pussy burned sharply but right after each push came that dark, rolling wave of pleasure that made my hips lift despite the pain.
I hated how my body craved more the moment the hurt started to fade. What was happening to me? I never knew I was like this.
I didn’t even realize my eyes had squeezed shut until the whip cracked across my nipples.
“Ah, Saint! Fuck!” The scream tore out before I could stop it.
I hadn’t seen him take the whip, but my body knew and recognized the precise sting, the way the leather tails kissed both peaks at once. My traitorous body was in sync with these two men but my brain was still trying to catch up.
And failing.
“Hoist her up on the table,” Sin growled suddenly. “I want to get inside her. I need to get inside her.”
He yanked the rod free in one smooth pull and tossed it aside. It felt like something was being extracted out of me.
It clattered against the mirror wall, the metallic clang echoing in the cold room.
Sin’s hands hooked under my knees and lifted my legs high, draping them over his broad shoulders.
The position forced my hips up off the felt, and my back arched so my breasts thrust toward the ceiling.
Saint moved to my side, still pinning one wrist above my head with his left hand, while his right reached across my chest.
He grabbed both nipples between his thumb and forefinger, tugging upward, hard enough to make my back bow further off the table.
I was going to levitate soon at this rate.
Sin freed himself, and my eyes widened.
He was bigger than the rod, thicker, the veins on his cock standing out like ropes under flushed skin.
The head already glistened, and I swallowed hard.
How was that even going to fit inside me?
“I like making you feel like this,” Sin said, noting the way I bit on my lower lip. “I like the fear in your eyes. I love watching your chest rise and fall so fast. I’m going to feed my cock to your pussy… then I’m going to introduce myself to your tight little asshole. You’re going to cream so beautifully for me.”
“And I’m going to slip my cock inside you while he works your ass,” Saint added, still tugging my nipples upward like reins. “We’re going to fill you until you forget your own name.”
Now was the moment. I had to tell them that I was a virgin.
“Sin, please, I’m—”
His eyes turned the darkest shade of brown I’d ever seen, almost black, his nostrils flaring as he pulled me flush against his massive erection.
The blunt head nudged my entrance insistently.
Then he pushed.
Fire. That was the only word for it.
He didn’t ease in, he slammed into me in one long, brutal slide that tore through every inch of resistance.
My walls stretched, burned, and fluttered helplessly around him.
I screamed out a long string of incoherent words.
“Oh, damn,” Sin rasped, his hips locked flush against mine. “You’re so fucking tight.”
He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed home again.
I felt him in my stomach. He was deep, too deep inside me. I could feel every ridge and every vein dragging against places I didn’t know could feel like this.
I was breathless, too shocked to speak, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes as I tried to think of something else to distract myself from the monster between my legs.
“Fuck, Sin,” Saint said in a strained voice. “She’s crying.”
Sin wasn’t listening. He kept thrusting, each stroke forcing another sob from my throat.
Saint released my nipples and cradled my face instead, his thumbs brushing away tears.
He saw the pain in my eyes and called his brother’s name again, sharper this time.
“Sin, you’re going too hard on her.” He warned.
This was it. This was the darkness Lara had warned me about.
The one that made her bleed for him willingly. The one the family buried like a secret shame.
I felt Saint’s hands leave my body, the sudden, cold absence where his hands had been.
Then Sin was jerked backward and ripped off me like a storm cloud torn from the sky.
A loud crash exploded behind me, and that gave me all the courage I needed to move.
I bolted for the door, not caring that I looked like a mess.