The second orgasm hit harder than the first.
She screamed, actually screamed.....as pleasure and pain ripped through her. Her pussy clenched around his fingers. Her whole body convulsed. He kept working her through it, relentless, drawing out every second of her release until finally she collapsed back onto the mattress, completely spent.
She was shaking.
Not small tremors, but full-body shaking. Her breathing was ragged, her skin flushed, her eyes glassy with the intensity of two consecutive orgasms.
Lucian pulled his fingers out slowly and moved up her body. He could see the marks on her from yesterday, her body was a landscape of his brothers’ brutality. But it was still beautiful. She was still beautiful.
He positioned himself at her entrance.
His cock was hard, dripping precome, desperate for relief. He guided himself toward her opening, pushing just the head of his cock against her entrance, preparing to slide inside.
"Just one more thing," he breathed. "Just let me...."
"Please."
Her voice was different.
Not the breathless, pleasure-drunk voice from moments before. Not the voice of a woman satisfied by two orgasms. This was a different voice entirely. This was a hollow voice. A broken voice.
"Please stop."
Lucian froze.
He pulled back immediately, looking down at her face. Her eyes were still open, but something had shifted. Something fundamental.
"It hurts," she whispered. "Please stop. It hurts so much."
The words came out flat. Empty. Like she was reporting facts rather than feeling them.
"What?" he asked urgently. "What hurts? Where does it hurt?"
"It hurts," she repeated, her voice becoming more hollow with each word. "Please stop it hurts, please stop it hurts, please."
The words started to repeat.
Again and again like a broken record. Her eyes were open but not seeing. Her body was still beneath him, unresponsive. Like the person inside her had simply... left.
"Lilith?" he said urgently. "Lilith, stay with me. Stay with....."
But she wasn’t there.
She was somewhere else entirely, caught in a moment he couldn’t reach, whispering those words over and over like they were the only words she knew.
"Please it hurts, please stop, please it hurts, please."
Lucian withdrew immediately.
He pulled back and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her. She didn’t even seem to notice that he’d stopped. Just continued to lie there, whispering those words, her eyes staring at nothing.
Fear cripped through him.
Raw, primal fear.
His hand came up to his temple, and he sent out a mindlink to his brothers. The connection opened instantly, he could feel both of them, even though they were in different parts of the estate.
I think we’ve pushed her past her limits, brothers. She sounds broken.
Nicholas’s voice came through immediately, sharp and demanding.
Fuck! What did you do to her?
Nothing! Lucian snapped back. I haven’t even touched her yet! This is your handiwork. You and Sebastian. Now get here and fix your mess.
He closed the link and turned back to her.


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