In shock, I felt him pushing straight into me. The man didn’t give me a chance to process anything, or my body a chance to adjust to him. He just pushed himself straight into me, deep into me, until I felt pinned against the wide windowsill like a butterfly or moth in a display case. ‘Good girl,’ he grunted. ‘So warm and wet and compliant. Be silent while I bang you, OK?’
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Capturing Clare: Chapter 3
‘Be silent while I bang you,’ the man grunted at me, his cock buried deep inside my cunt. His ruthless words rang in my ears.
So warm and wet and compliant.
I’ll teach you your place.
I moaned, unable to process what was happening. He was big inside me, like a wooden rod, and in the dark it felt surreal, like it was a strange erotic dream I had wandered into.
Then he started to fuck me and I knew it wasn’t a dream. He fucked me hard and ruthlessly, pulling out of me only to slam himself back in. Trapped against the wooden box seat, my feet in the air, I was forced to take the full strength of his thrusts. I struggled to keep my breathing even.
The man’s hands had moved from my hips to my bound arms, using them as leverage for pounding himself into me. He fucked me silently, not talking, and I knew from his motions that he was fully focused on his own pleasure — sometimes pulling out of me to slam himself back in hard, sometimes grinding roughly against me, sometimes rotating his hips in circles stretching my entrance.
My face and tummy were cold against the box seat, and my hips hurt where they were being ground against the sharp edge of the box seat. Anthony — or Angus — used me in a single-minded fashion, solely focused on his own rising orgasm.
I wanted to writhe against him, to feel either more or less or differently, but he didn’t give me the chance, hammering into me again and again and again, harder and faster, until I thought I would need to scream from the sensation. It shocked me how much it turned me on to let him use me like he wanted, careless as to my needs.
I drifted mentally, relaxed and letting him do what he wanted, letting him fuck me, roughly, sadistically, heedless as to what I was experiencing. It felt like an eternal place and I thought I could stay there forever. It was almost a shock when I felt him finally cum inside me, breathing out in a whispered grunt, emptying himself into the condom deep inside me.
The man stood still for what felt like ages, still inside me, catching his breath. I didn’t know what to do, so I just lay there, passively. He moved eventually, pulling himself out of me — I shrieked a little in shock at the feeling of him sliding out of my wet cunt — then he pulled me to physically stand on my feet on trembling legs.
Angus — or Anthony — untied my hands while I was still whimpering in shock. He folded them around in front of me, caressing my arms.
‘You’re a good fuck,’ he murmured. ‘Just like I like. Soft and curvy, and I like those little noises you make.’
‘I was looking for a bathroom,’ I murmured, wondering what was going to happen now. I couldn’t believe I had just fucked my boyfriend’s — ex-boyfriend’s — brother in the corridor of his parent’s house. All I could think was how to get my evening back onto a path of normality.
‘Oh, of course,’ he said, and I could hear host-politeness rising in him. ‘Let me show you the way.’
He led me to the bathroom, opening the door for me. I stepped past him, looking up shyly. I still had no idea what to do.
Oh gods, how was I going to face him in the morning? I thought if I had a car, I would have just packed up and snuck out now, in the middle of the night, but Matthew — damn him — had taken the car I came here in.
Anthony — or was it Angus? I still didn’t know — reached down and kissed me on the cheek, and it would have been almost a brotherly kiss except his hand fluttered deliberately across my breasts at the same time.
‘Such a delicious little slut,’ he murmured. ‘Maybe I’ll get you beneath me again before the weekend is over.’
I breathed in sharply at the thought, unexpected desire spasming through my cunt. I knew my eyes were wide open in shock at the idea, and he laughed, patting my cheek gently. I really didn’t know how to deal with the whole situation, so I stepped past him and deliberately shut the door, thankful at least to finally be alone and able to use the bathroom.
I thought he might be waiting for me when I came out, but he wasn’t. I didn’t know whether to be sad or happy about that, but I set off again through the dark corridors for my room.
Capturing Clare: Chapter 4
I slipped under the covers, climbing back into bed.
I was ready to dismiss what had happened in the corridor as a strange waking dream, except I was so very wet and tender and happy between my legs.
I was thankful to be alone. I didn’t want to think about his parting words.
Such a delicious little slut.
Maybe I’ll get you beneath me again before the weekend is over.
My cunt trembled at the thought, and I didn’t know if it was fear or desire.
I decided firmly that I didn’t want to think about anything except to drift back into sleep while fantasising about what might happen next between the dryad heroine and the supercilious vampire lord… The sexual tension between them was screaming at me, and I was only halfway through the book.
Was she finally going to have sex with the vampire? Or would she escape again, and have an equally steamy time with the demon lord who had smiled at her lasciviously in the opening chapters?
I didn’t want to think about why both the vampire lord and the demon lord had acquired the stern features of the twin brothers — dark eyes, dark hair, firm, well-moulded cheek bones and an uncompromising mouth that barked orders and said filthy things into my ear that made me blush. I also refused to think about how I was going to sleep when I was still so wet and horny.
It was only after I pulled the covers around me that I realised — horrified — that this wasn’t my room, and the large bed wasn’t empty.
A masculine hand drifted down my side to land on my hip, and I half-shrieked as the man pulled me firmly back against him.
‘Mmmm,’ he murmured, his hand drifting across my stomach and back up my torso. It was a rich, sleepy, contented sound. His body was warm as he spooned behind me, my back curled in against his front.
Oh no, not again.
‘Oh gods,’ I gushed, my tongue tripping over the words, pulling myself instinctively away from him in embarrassment. Not again. Oh no, not again, let this not be him. ‘It was a mistake,’ I said, ‘I…’
My words broke off as he grunted and pulled me physically back against his body. He reached out one leg to hook over both my legs and hold me trapped against him.
I lay stunned, unable to process what was happening. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said wretchedly, wondering what the hell he was doing.
‘You talk too much, Clare,’ the man murmured sleepily. This, I realised sharply, was definitely Anthony, Matthew’s eldest brother, whose chiselled jaw and muscular build had been sitting opposite the room from me all night. Which meant the other man, in the corridor, had been Angus.
Oh dear gods.
What was I doing? Why was this happening to me?
Anthony — like Angus — had a lovely deep voice, I suddenly realised. Strong hands and arms, and he smelled nice too.
‘It was a mistake,’ I muttered, trying to emerge from the situation with some dignity. At least I was leaving before breakfast tomorrow and wouldn’t have to spend the rest of the weekend with him. With them both.
Oh gods. I had to get out of here.
‘Was it?’ He chuckled sleepily, his breath warm against the back of my neck. ‘I’m not sure it was a mistake, actually, Clare. You’ve been horny all evening, haven’t you?’
What was it with these blokes? I flushed red hot, feeling burning warmth run the full length of my body.
‘I…’ my voice died in my throat. I didn’t know what to say.
Yes, I am horny and your brother just fucked me ruthlessly in the corridor.
I couldn’t say it. I would die.
Anthony’s thighs were pressing against mine from behind and his arm was heavy around me, holding me firmly against him. I could get away but not without yelling and thrashing, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that right now.
My mind flashed back to when Anthony had made me a drink before dinner. Our fingers had touched as he handed my glass to me, and I had jumped at the feeling of his skin touching mine.
My eyes had shot up to meet his dark ones, only to find that he was checking me out. His eyes ran up and down my body appreciatively before settling on my breasts. My dress was low cut and my bra was just visible — a slip of lace showing, cute and a little bit provocative, just the way I like it.
I had worn it for Matthew. Silly me.
I had blushed red hot then too, as an appreciative grin had drifted across Anthony’s face, and he surrendered my drink into my hands.
Now, in the dark, Anthony’s body was warm and hard against mine. His breath was warm against the back of my neck. He was also stark naked and hard as a rock, his stiff erection resting firmly against my backside.
He groaned in desire. The hand which had been holding my body against him moved up and fingers softly drifted across my silk-clad breasts. I moaned to feel his fingers fluttering across the tips of my hard nipples.
‘Say yes, Clare,’ he murmured into my ear. His hips thrust gently against mine, pushing his erection more firmly into my lower back, leaving me with no doubts as to what I was saying yes or no to.
What was wrong with these brothers?
I wanted to scream at him that I couldn’t, that it was wrong, that I couldn’t fuck two brothers in the one night, that I didn’t even know him, and what the hell was he doing restraining me in his bed and threatening to fuck me with the rigid pole he was shoving against my backside?
He thrust himself against me again and I had an instant flash back to how Angus’ shaft had felt pushing against me, inside me. The sound of his voice groaning when he came… The feeling of his hands on my hips…
Oh … gods. I couldn’t do this… But. I was so turned on and I realised I didn’t want to say no.
Oh, what the heck? A spirit of recklessness entered me and I refused to think about the morning. The weekend was already ruined, by their own brother, that stupid loser, and it was Christmas dammit. I might as well have some casual fun.
‘Yes,’ I murmured, blushing hotly as I said it.
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