The Point of No Return

by Devyn Sinclair

“And I’ll answer your real question,” he said, voice now a whisper of breath against my skin. His other hand slid up and into my hair, angling my neck so there was more of it for him to taste. “Why would you belong to us?” I said nothing. I was already barely breathing. I couldn’t spare the extra air. My eyes fluttered closed. “Because we’re not men, Christine. We’re monsters. And monsters don’t fucking. Share.”

“I told you that you’d regret telling us to prove it. My inner beast loves a challenge. Now, are you going to be a good girl and let us fuck you? Or do we have to tie you down while we make you beg for us to do it?”

“I know you like dirty words, baby girl.” Another thrust. “So tell me, and I’ll make sure that you get all the ones you need.”