Kissed by Shadows: A Forced Proximity Dark Mafia Romance (The Shadowmen Book 1)

I don’t know why I get so turned on by the idea of them forcing me. The knowledge that they won’t stop, even if I beg, makes wetness seep down my thighs. Maybe it’s because a part of me knows that even though they’d push me beyond my limits, shattering my boundaries, they’d never actually hurt me. I trust them, and my body trusts them to make it good for me too.

“God, you feel fucking amazing stretched around both our cocks,” Rowan rasps, his fingertips digging into my thighs.

“I want to feel,” Hunter states, releasing my face and allowing me to look down as his hand snakes between my thighs. I get a glimpse of Rowan and Roman’s cocks stretching me, gasping when Hunter pushes a finger inside me. “Fuck that’s tight.”

Roman moves, sliding part of the way out and then slamming back in from underneath me, my back arching, my hands gripping his arms as Rowan moves. Hunter keeps his finger inside me, his other hand coming up to grab my chin.

“Eyes. On. Me,” he growls, and the boys groan when I clamp down around them at the sound.

I’m a panting, stuttering mess as the twins use me, just like Hunter promised, my gaze locked with his as they drag me closer to a third climax that I’m not sure I’ll survive.

“P–please,” I beg, not even sure what I’m asking, but clearly Hunt does because his thumb comes up to play with my clit alongside Roman as he slides another finger into my overfull pussy.

I explode and implode all at once, my fucking soul leaving my body as I come so hard all time stops, the world pausing on its axis as I scream.

“Fuck!” Rowan yells, sinking so deep inside me that a sharp pain shoots from my core. He holds still , his cum filling me up as Roman continues to pump in and out of me, sending me higher as he chases his own orgasm.

Roman comes with a deep groan moments later, not pausing in the movements of his hips as he pulses inside me, filling me with his cum alongside his brother’s. Hunt’s fingers keep stroking and teasing my clit until I’m twitching, whimpering, and crying out for a reprieve.

“Please, Daddy, it’s too much,” I breathlessly beg, trying to move away, but the twins hold me in place with their hips, their cocks still buried inside me.

“What did I tell you we’d do when you begged?” Hunter asks in a gruff tone, and a sob tears from my throat as my mind reminds me that he promised they wouldn’t stop until they decided they were done. “Get her ready for my dick in that peachy fucking arse.”

My post-orgasm glow evaporates as adrenaline shoots through my system, my muscles tensing at the idea of Hunter’s big cock in my arsehole. “It will hurt,” I tell them, looking into Hunter’s green eyes. “You’re so big and⁠—”

“I don’t give a shit,” he grits out, his finger stroking over and over my clit even as tears fill my eyes. It’s too much. They are too much. “You’ll take it because I demand it.” I whimper when Rowan pulls out, the rush of liquid leaving my pussy obscene, coating my inner thighs.

“Now that’s a pretty sight,” he muses, swiping a finger through it and then bringing it up to my lips. “Open.”

Hunter pinches my clit hard as I’m clearly not fast enough, and I cry out, Rowan stuffing his cum-covered finger inside my mouth. My lips automatically close around it, Rowan’s nostrils flaring when I lightly suck, the musky flavour of him, his brother, and myself bursting on my tongue.

He pulls his finger out when it’s been licked clean by my tongue, and Hunt finally removes his hand from my clit as Rowan pulls me up off Roman. I gasp when Roman leaves my body, and then I’m being spun around on legs barely holding me up to find Roman lying down on the leather sofa, his beautiful naked body on full display.

My eyes go wide at the barbels that line the underside of his still semi-erect cock. Counting them, there are six, and I wonder what they felt like pressed up against his brother’s cock, because the position we were just in would have had the underside of him rubbing against the underside of Rowan.

“They felt pretty good rubbing against mine, Little Lamb,” Rowan whispers in my ear, and I swear to god a throb pulses in my core at the thought of the twins getting pleasure from each other. It’s taboo, so fucking naughty, and a touch wrong, but tell that to Evangeline who is purring regardless of the multiple orgasms we just had. “You like that, don’t you, filthy slut? You like the idea of my brother and I rubbing against each other inside that pretty cunt we just destroyed.”

I can’t even form words because it was exactly what I was just thinking, and it’s so wrong I can’t bring myself to say it aloud.

“It’s okay to want things that others think are taboo or wrong,” Roman states, grabbing the lube and slicking up his dick, which is rapidly becoming hard again. “Like the fact you want us to force you.” Rowan shoves me away from him and my legs give out, making me land in a heap on top of Roman who huffs as the air is forced from his lungs by my sudden weight. “Dick.”

My limbs are shaking, a mixture of what I’m calling orgasm fatigue and adrenaline, causing my body to be unmanageable by me. Though it doesn’t seem to deter the twins, who manoeuvre me over Roman, the underside of his dick pressed up against my poor, abused Evangeline.

Roman’s hands come up and grab fistfuls of my arse, opening me up.

“Wait, what are you—” I pause as something wet and cold dribbles down my crack, fingers probing my puckered hole. “I don’t think I’m ready⁠—”

A sound I’ve never made before leaves my throat when a thick finger is thrust inside my arsehole, my back arching as my oversensitive clit rubs against Roman’s piercings. Roman uses his grip on my arse cheeks to rub me up and down his shaft, and sparks shart to shoot from my core all across my nerve endings.

“I told you, Peaches,” Hunter growls out, another finger joining the first and leaving me gasping. “I don’t give a shit if you’re ready, if you want my fat cock in your arse, or if you say no. I will be fucking you in this pretty little arsehole, and you’re lucky I’m doing some prep work.”

Tears fill my eyes as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, my body pushing back and seeking more even as my mind tells me this isn’t what I want.

“Little Lamb, look at me,” Rowan demands, and I twist my head, resting my cheek on Roman’s slick chest, his heart pounding in time to the thrust of Hunter’s fingers. Rowan reaches out, his fingers brushing my sweat-soaked hair from my face. “It’s okay to cry, little one. In fact, you look so beautiful with tears running down your flushed cheeks.”

I take a stuttered inhale as Hunter removes his fingers, pressing his large head against the tight ring of muscle.

“I’m s–scared,” I confess, a gasp of pain falling from my lips when Hunter breaches my hole.

“Fuck, Peaches,” Hunter moans, pushing harder until more tears spill over my cheeks, dripping down my nose at the sharp pain, at the intrusion.

“Hear how much you’re undoing him,” Rowan coos, the movement of his other arm stealing my attention as I watch him pleasure himself, getting off on my pain. How is he ready to go again? I always thought it took a while for a man to be ready after coming…but I guess the Shadows are no mere mortals. “I bet you’re so fucking tight and feel so good wrapped around his big dick.”

Roman rubs my clit up and down his piercings, adding a layer of pleasure to the sharp pain of Hunter pushing deeper into my arse, and I moan deeply even as fresh tears spill down my cheeks. It’s so overwhelming, so different from what I experienced with Nik and the guys so far, and while part of me wants it to stop, another part of me wants it to never end.

“There you go, Princess, it’s starting to feel good, isn’t it?” Roman asks, his tone deep and husky as he keeps rubbing the underside of his dick back and forth along my slit, sparks starting to tingle from the spot.

I can’t answer him, my body strung tight as Hunt presses in deeper, grunting when I feel his pelvis flush with my arse cheeks.

“Fuck, you were made to take my dick in your tight arse, Peaches,” he rasps, his fingers digging into the hold he has on my hips. “I’ll take it slow so you can get used to it a bit more, but then I’m fucking you so hard you won’t be able to sit down tomorrow.”

I whimper as he withdraws, Roman dragging me up along him as my pussy clenches just before Hunter pulls me back and Roman pushes me towards him. I scream, a mixture of sweet agony and exquisite pleasure rolling over me, leaving my limbs trembling and sweat coating my skin. They repeat the move, my eyes closing as I let them use me until the trembles turn into full-blown tremors, my nails digging into Roman’s pecs as another orgasm starts to fill every limb.

“Fuck, she’s gushing,” Roman grunts, and I can feel the wetness coating his dick, leaking from my pussy as I start to unravel.

“Good, I can’t last much longer,” Hunter grits out, picking up the pace until I can barely breathe as he fucks into me hard and fast, just like he promised.

The orgasm tears through me, so much more intense than any I’ve had before, and I stiffen between them, my mouth open in a silent scream. Hunt roars behind me, slamming his hips against me and holding me in place as he fills my arse up with his cum, and Roman is not far behind us, groaning as he ejaculates between us, his cum warm against my lower stomach.

Hot liquid against my back has me twitching, my eyes opening a crack to find Rowan holding his dick as hot ropes of cum fly from the tip, landing on my skin as he coats me with his release. My eyelids flutter, my chest heaving as I sink onto Roman, unable to do anything other than try to relearn how to breathe as we lie together.

“Thank fuck for leather sofas,” Roman jokes after several long moments, and I huff a laugh, moaning when Hunt pulls out of me, a rush of wetness seeping from my arse.

“Jesus, that’s a beautiful sight,” Rowan purrs, and I look at him to see him gazing at my backside, my cheeks heating when I realise that he’s watching Hunter’s cum dribble out of me.

“Best image in the world,” Hunter agrees, placing a light kiss on my arse cheek before his heat is gone to crouch down in front of me. “You did beautifully, Peaches. Such a good girl for Daddy.”

His hand comes out to brush some hair behind my ear, then he leans down to press a reverent kiss to my forehead before straightening up and heading off in the direction of his room. My heart twinges, my brows lowering as my teeth clamp down on my lower lip to stop the tremble.

“He’s just gone to get something to clean the cum off so we can get you cleaned up, Little Lamb,” Rowan tells me, and my watery gaze snaps to his, but it’s like the floodgates have opened, and I can’t stop the sob that slips free as more tears fill my eyes.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Roman gently says, letting go of my arse and wrapping his arms around me, uncaring of the sticky mess between us or covering my back. “It was intense, and it’s okay to cry. Just let it all out.”

It’s as if I needed his permission, because the tears start pouring down my cheeks then as I sob and cry into his chest, not even opening my eyes when a hot washcloth cleans my back and between my legs. A soft, fluffy blanket is wrapped around us afterwards, all while Roman whispers praise and soft words into my ears.

“I–I’m so sorry, I don’t know where that came from,” I stutter after a while, my sobs having subsided. My eyes feel puffy, my throat thick, and I blink my eyes open as a straw is placed against my lips.

“Drink, Peaches. Then you’re having a bath with me,” Hunter demands, his voice soft but no less unyielding than it was when he told me I had no choice. “I need to take care of you for a while.”

I do as he says, the sweet, peach iced tea making me smile as its fragrant flavour bursts on my tongue. When I’ve had several mouthfuls, I feel better, and he takes the straw away before pulling the blanket off me.

I take his offered hand as I shiver, the cooler air hitting my naked body, and he helps me to stand up. Then he sweeps me into his arms, pulling me close, and I wrinkle my nose.

“You’ll get Roman’s cum all over you,” I murmur as he marches from the room, and I watch as his lips twitch like I’ve said something amusing.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he tells me, turning down his corridor and striding through his open door. I glance away, looking at his room, which is done in shades of dark green, and it feels safe and comforting.

“Are you guys…” I lick my lips, peeking back at him as we go into his bathroom. “Together?”

He stops, lowering me to my feet, and I look around us to find I’m surrounded by black marble, the lights low, and a copper bathtub full of bubbles and smelling herbal.

“Use the toilet first, then I’ll help you get in the bath,” Hunt orders, and even after everything that just happened, my cheeks heat. He raises a brow as if to say, Really?

Taking a measured breath, I head over to the toilet and sit down, my cheeks burning the more he stares at me. When I’m finished, I wipe, wincing at the tenderness of my poor abused Evangeline, then make my way back to him.

“Happy?” I sass, embarrassment still colouring my hot skin.

“Good girl,” he replies simply, and a shiver tightens my nipples, which only makes him smirk. Bastard.

He steps in, keeping his hand in mine as he helps me into the tub, a sigh falling from my lips as the hot water caresses my skin. Then he sits down, opening his legs wide before tugging my hand in a silent command, so I do the same, turning my back to him and moaning as I lean back against him. I hiss as the water hits my tender pussy and arsehole, though the slight sting soon ebbs to a dull ache. The water is blissful, but it’s having my skin pressed up against his, his arms around me and pulling me close that has me utterly relaxed.

“We used to fool around,” he tells me, answering my question from earlier. “But I guess we kinda stopped in the past couple of years. I miss the rugrat though sometimes.”

“I’m always here, Daddy,” Roman states as he strides into the room, wearing grey sweatpants and nothing else, carrying my glass of iced tea and a plate with what smells like a cheese toastie. My stomach growls and they both chuckle, Roman kneeling beside the bath. “And I miss you too, Hunt.”

There’s an edge of vulnerability to his tone, and I sit up, reaching over to cup his face in my palm, tugging him to my lips. He comes easily, still holding the food and drink as his lips meet mine. Twisting, I tangle my fingers in Hunter’s hair, hauling him down to us, and all three of us moan when his lips meet ours, his tongue coming out to tease mine and Roman’s.

It’s a slow kiss, not a passionate frenzy, but a lazy exploration of each other, and I pull back first, letting them share a few moments together. It’s beyond hot, watching Hunt dominate the kiss, Roman making a small whimpering sound when Hunt nips his lip.

“When I’m not so fucked out,” I tell them, my voice breathy, “we will be doing that again, in bed. I want to see what else you guys enjoy about each other.”

They both laugh, Hunter placing a soft kiss on Roman’s lips before moving away and leaning back.

“Anytime, Peaches,” he says, closing his eyes for a second. “Now eat your toastie and drink your tea.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I tease, and his hands grab my hips under the water, pulling me further back into him, his hard length pressed between us.

“Don’t tease me, Iris. I already showed you I don’t need your consent, and I don’t care how fucked out you are,” he growls, his words rumbling against my back.

Roman laughs, and I glare at him, but he holds out the toastie—the fucker—and who can be mad when there’s grilled cheese?