Tobias guides me through the apartment, his hand on the small of my back the entire time. We walk straight past my room and into the massive master bedroom. The crisp scent of his cologne hangs heavy in the air. All the furnishings are made of heavy wood, the decorations sparse, and the bed is neatly made with black satin sheets.

When I turn to face Tobias, Preston walks in, smiling as he moves behind me. Warm fingertips trail over my bare back. My skin erupts in goosebumps and a shiver tears through my body. Preston's soft breath blows over my shoulder followed by the rough brush of his stubble and a gentle kiss. My entire body becomes electrified under his touch. I close my eyes. Fingers grip my jaw, pulling my face. I open my eyes just as Tobias leans in, pressing his lips to mine. Tobias has my knees weakening under his brutal kiss while Preston nips at my neck. I slide one hand over Tobias' chest and my other hand glides around the back of Preston's neck, pulling his body closer to me. I'm barely aware of myself, of the things I'm doing or the sounds I'm making. I just want them—both of them—all of them. Preston’s teeth sink into the side of my neck and I gasp, giving Tobias the opportunity to brush his tongue against mine.

Preston slowly slides the straps of my dress from my shoulders, one by one. His fingers leave tingles in their wake. The material slips to my waist and Tobias palms my breast, rolling and pinching one nipple between his thumb and finger. Hissing out a breath, I throw my head back against Preston's shoulder. His arms come around me as he reaches for Tobias' belt, yanking it open. Tobias' mouth latches onto my nipple, sucking and licking over the sensitive flesh. Preston is all that's holding me up right now, his strong body like a pillar behind me. Hands grip my hips and then I’m spun around to face Preston. That sexy smirk pulls at his lips, making my heart beat even faster.

"Take your dress off, Ella," Preston says. I push the material over my hips and allow it to fall to the floor, puddling around my feet. "And the panties. Leave the shoes." I swallow, my chest growing tight as I slide the lace down my thighs.

Tobias moves against my back again, only now, I can feel that he's naked. I stifle a moan when his smooth, hot skin presses flush against mine. The feel of his hard cock against my lower back causes my stomach to knot and kink in the most delicious of ways. Preston’s fingers dance over my waist and hips in a feather light caress that has my skin burning up. His hand drops lower and lower and then pauses just shy of my pussy. His eyes lift, locking with mine as he tilts his head to the side. Tobias' lips are at my neck, his teeth seductively grazing over my skin.

With a simple smirk, Preston moves his hand away to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, and I want to scream in frustration. Tobias' arm snakes around my waist and he pins me against his hard body. His hand grips my jaw, holding me, forcing me to look at Preston as he strips free of his clothing. His muscles flex and roll with the simple movement. His shirt falls to the floor followed by his slacks and boxers. They're both everything I shouldn't want, and yet I hunger for them like an addict craving their dose.

Preston takes a deep breath, then fists my hair, yanking my head back to kiss me. His kisses are less controlled than Tobias’. I can feel the lust and want eating away at him, consuming him as much as it is me. His cock presses against my stomach, Tobias’ is hard against my back.

"Get on your knees," Tobias says, biting my ear lobe.

They both step away, falling to either side of me. My heart hammers relentlessly as I sink to my knees. My gaze is focused on the floor because this feels demeaning and shameful, as though I truly am nothing more than a cheap whore.

"Look at me." Tobias sweetly strokes through my hair as I lift my eyes to his. He cups my jaw, his thumb stroking over my bottom lip. "Good girl,” he says. “You look so beautiful down there." He fists his cock before he brings it to my lips. "Now suck."

I wrap my fingers around Tobias' thick cock as I inch my way toward it. I blow a long breath over the tip before I slowly trail my tongue over the head, down the side and around. That pull between my legs keeps building, throbbing, nearly driving me insane. I have never been so desperate for sex in my life. I'd beg for it on my knees if they asked. They have managed to reduce me to nothing more than primitive need. And the second I slip his dick between my lips, I find myself moaning, grinding my hips in a pathetic bid to find some pressure, and then, I slip one hand between my legs, circling my finger over my clit and gasping at the sudden relief.

"Don't touch yourself," Preston says, and I open my eyes just in time to see him bend down and snatch my hand away.

I glare at Preston with Tobias' dick thrusting between my lips, his hand fisting my hair. Preston smiles before he steps right next to Tobias. Shoulder to shoulder, and then, he pushes his dick against my mouth, against Tobias' cock, and my heart goes into overdrive. "Don't be greedy, Tobias," Preston says, pressing his dick against my lips.

"Both hands, little lamb. One on me, one on him." Tobias thrusts into my mouth again on a groan and when he pulls out, I trail my tongue from the tip of his head to Preston's. I grab Tobias with my hand, pumping up and down while I circle my tongue around the head of Preston's swollen cock. And then, I suck him back, licking up the side of him before I pull him out and go back to Tobias. Tobias groans. Preston groans. Both of them fisting my hair, pushing and pulling me from one cock to the other.

I grab them both, pressing their dicks against each other as I lick over them, around them, sucking one back while fisting the other. Back and forth, and with each passing second, my skin grows more heated, my mind growing more incapable of rational thought. Two men with me on my knees in front of them and at their very mercy, begging with each bob of my head for them to grant me my release, and yet, I feel power like I've never felt.

Tobias' thrusts grow faster, harder, and his knees buckle. He grabs Preston's hair, fisting it and tugging his head as he throws his own back on a deep groan. He pulls his cock from my mouth, turning so that each stream of come lands on Preston's throbbing dick. I quickly grab Preston and swallow him back, the salty taste of Tobias' come running down my throat. I'm dripping between my legs, squeezing my thighs together to try and ease some of the painful want. I open my eyes, staring up at Preston with his cock in my mouth, watching as Tobias steps behind him and wraps one arm around his wide chest. Tobias presses a soft kiss to Preston's neck. Both of Preston's hands grab onto my head and he fucks my mouth, dropping his chin to his chest as he comes. And I greedily, like the wanton whore I've become, gulp it down.

"Good," Preston takes a deep breath as he pulls his cock from my mouth with a pop, "girl."

Tobias places a fingertip underneath my chin, lifting me to my feet. His hands glide over my body, along the curve of my waist. Preston kisses over my shoulders and back, scooping my hair up and blowing hot breaths over my neck. They back me to the bed, and the moment my legs hit the mattress, a small whimper floats through my lips. God, I fucking need them. Both of them. I just need a release. Tobias shoves me down onto the bed and Preston climbs across the sheets, straddling my hips. His cock brushes against me as he leans over me and takes both my wrists in his hands to lift them above my head. Tobias ties my arms to the wrought iron headboard with strands of silk material. Preston kisses down my chest and Tobias trails kisses along my side to my hip. Preston takes one leg in his hand and Tobias takes the other and they spread my legs apart. And both of them lean down between my legs. Both—at the same time—trace over me with their hot tongues. My back bows away from the bed, my wrists pulling at the restraints. I moan. I pant. Another swipe of their tongues and then...nothing.

I open my eyes to find them both standing at the side of the bed with sadistic smirks, their clothes in their hands. "As much as we'd love to give into you, little lamb," Tobias says, bending down beside me. "That's not how the game is played."

"And we can't trust you not to take matter into your own hands. Sweet dreams, my sweet Ella." Preston kisses my lips before they both turn, flipping the lights as they walk out of the room.

The door clicks shut and I scream. I fucking hate them.

I lie here tied to the bed. My body is exhausted, but my mind won’t stop. It keeps going over the past two days like a movie reel. Flashes of images: me signing that damned contract, the smirks, the touches, the tricks and illusions and confusion, and then it does stop. On Maria, and there it remains stuck, like a record playing on a loop. Over and over the image of Tobias walking to the back of the house with her replays, and my stomach churns with anxiety because he returned alone. What did he do with her…to her? There’s an air of danger that swims around those two men, but murderers…I recoil at the thought of how desperate I was moments ago for their touch, their release. And I can’t help but question what’s becoming of me. Reality…the concept of it seems so muddled now because I do believe Tobias and Preston live in a different world than I do. And what is real?

Footsteps echo down the hallway, pausing, it seems, right outside my door. My breath catches. My pulse stills. And then whoever it is outside that door walks off.

Did he kill her? How could he just let her go? What is wrong with them and what the fuck is wrong with me? I want the money—no I desperately need that money, but something about this game, whatever it is, is sinister, twisted, and wrong. My pulse picks up, sweat pricks its way over my body. How far will they push me? Day two my choices were fuck the woman my boyfriend left me for, or kill her. Murder my dignity, or murder her. What if next time there is no choice?

If I leave, will they find me? If I stay, does it make me just as horrible as they are?

And then I remember Tobias saying: They never last past day three...