Theirs to Chase

Chapter 9

Eveline

“Surprised to see me? I’ve waited a long time for this. Especially after my precious little Eros revealed his newest obsession. Imagine my shock when I realized it was Lukas’s little sister.”

Zack’s eyes slowly rake over us, his gaze filled with something darker than I remember.

“Don’t say his name,” I grind out, a stab of pain hitting my chest.

His smile is cold. “He was my best friend. Don’t think for a second that I’ll ever stop remembering him…or the tragedy that followed.”

My heart races erratically, pain sizzling through me like molten fire igniting my skin, burning like acid on an open wound. They used to hang out at our place when we were teenagers—only three years older than me. But that stopped after I moved out post-university. I never saw Zack again after that night my parents and brother picked me up, drunk and unable to stand.

Does he blame me for their deaths? I know I do. I close my eyes, willing this moment to fade away. When I open them again, he’s still there, looking just as handsome as he did in our youth, if not more so. He’s hot, but I’ve always sensed an underlying darkness in him, which was why my parents disapproved of him staying at our house or hanging out with my brother.

I miss them.

“What has this to do with anything?” I say, trying to keep my voice steady.

“You’ve been mine since the moment I first saw you when we were children. Who do you think scared away all boys in school?” Zack adds coldly.

I sputter on a breath. “Lukas.”

He laughs. “Oh no, min mardr?m . I did. You’ve been my nightmare since that day. You’re part of our collection now, Eveline.”

“I’ll never be one of you,” I retort, feeling the floor being swept away underneath my feet. “Just let me out of here, and we’ll forget this ever happened.”

“Forget?” Zack chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “There’s no forgetting this, sweet girl. What we offer is the delicious darkness you seek—we’ve seen it in you since the moment you met Eros last year. You’ll be adored, worshiped…and feared, if only you give in to us.”

“You s-stalked me?” I stutter as Eros’s hands glide from my knees to my thighs, awakening a bone-deep ache of desire within me.

“Stalked?” Eros tilts his head, a sly grin on his lips. “More like observed. The darkness flickering within you drew us in. We see through your twisted soul—how you crave revenge on your family’s killer.”

My breath hitches. “H-how do you know?”

“We know a lot of things, little pumpkin.” His fingers glide higher, igniting a war within me.

“You want this, Eveline. You want to finally belong somewhere,” Zack whispers, each word laced with temptation as he leans closer, the subtle hint of his cologne pulling me in.

He’s voicing every wish I’ve buried since my family died. I’ve been so alone, so scared on my own.

“Come play with us,” he murmurs, and at the same time, Eros says, “Run.”

I release myself from them as I run along the hallway, pushing into a huge bedroom that seems taken out of a long-ago era.

Within seconds, I hear their pounding feet calmly make their way toward me, and I turn off the lamp, hiding under the bed while staying as quiet as possible. My heart is a madman pounding against my chest as I struggle to remain calm, battling the creeping panic that threatens to drown me in hyperventilation.

The door creaks open after a few minutes of calming my breathing, and I close my eyes, as if, if I can’t see them, they can’t see me.

Something grabs my foot, and I squeak.

“Boo, little doll.”

With a force so powerful it sends my head hitting the bed frame, I’m pulled from my hiding spot. I find myself sprawled on the floor, my stomach pressed flat against the floor, while the two men in the room stand over my body, their gazes fixed intently on me.

“You’re not a very good hider.” Zack crouches down, sending something heated through me at the seductiveness in his voice.

He suddenly grabs my hair, yanking my head upward, and I wince from the sharp pain spreading through me.

“Aww, does it hurt?” he taunts, and rage filters through me. “On your knees,” he commands, and there’s nothing I can do to stop him as he forces me to my knees with his hand still gripping my hair tightly, leaving a burning sensation.

I’m now on my knees before them both, in a dark room in the middle of nowhere. My dress is ripped apart, leaving me in only my bra after Eros fucking took my panties, which instantly makes me want to cover up.

“Don’t fucking hide,” Eros growls the warning, and I freeze in place, not liking the tone of his voice. “Take off your bra.”

For seconds, I don’t move. I only stare at the foreboding men in front of me, their hungry gazes sizing me up like a predator does its prey. And in this moment, I’m the very prey they both crave, under their mercy with my life on the line. Zack pulls my hair until I whimper, my scalp hurting more than ever, but the request is clear in his eyes. With trembling fingers, I reach down to remove my bra. It’s a hassle as I’m kneeling with my hands planted on the floor, and they both observe every second of my struggle. A gust of air hits my exposed nipples, making a shiver crawl down my spine.

Since Zack is crouching down, he can see my wetness, his finger glides over my thigh, feeling the slick heat of anticipation from my body as he makes a tsking sound.

“Such a needy little pumpkin.”

I’m trembling, but I know it’s not from fear—it’s the overwhelming desire inside me that makes me crave what they have to offer me, and I don’t know how to act.

Zack stands, letting go of the hold he has on my hair, before his hand comes up to the belt around his pants. I stare at him, waiting for him to remove it.

“You’re going to take us in your mouth,” Zack whispers, finally removing the belt. His pants drop, and I swallow as I see the huge bulge straining against his boxers. He cocks his head toward Eros, who’s been silent the entire time. “Remove his pants.”

I attempt to rise, but he pushes my head down until I’m scrambling on my knees once again. “Who gave you the permission to stand? Crawl to him.”

“What the fuck?” I blurt, and his grip on my hair tightens painfully.

“Don’t act like you don’t want it. I can practically smell your arousal. Now, be a good girl and remove his pants.”

Humiliation burns deep through me, entangled with a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. I don’t want to go through with this, yet a part of me craves it fiercely—to be utterly owned. They evoke a sense of being alive again after feeling dead inside for so long. I know it’s wrong, but everything about this feels right.

Taking a deep breath, I crawl to Eros, my knees scraping against the cold floor. When I reach him, I look up to meet his gaze. His eyes are dripping with arousal, and I fumble with his belt, removing it before unbuttoning his pants.

“Suck his cock like the good little whore you are.”

Seizing the opportunity to control, I remove his boxers as well, revealing his hard, thick cock. Ignoring Zack, I focus on Eros as I lean in to lick the base.

“Fuck, Eveline,” he whispers beautifully, grabbing my hair in his hold but not as hard as Zack did.

I take him in my throat, but he pushes deeper until I gag. I swirl my tongue, breathing through my nose as he holds the base of my head, preventing me from moving away. He holds me firmly, pushing deeper until I gag once again, tears building in the corners of my eyes from the intensity of it. Finally, he pulls out, and saliva drips down my chin. I don’t have the chance to brace myself because Zack is there, turning my head toward his cock, guiding himself into my mouth. Where Eros’s cock is thicker, Zack’s is longer, hitting the back of my throat almost immediately. I swirl my tongue along his base, taking him deeper.

Suddenly, he pulls away, a little breathless. He reaches for Eros, joining their cocks in his hold, which has Eros leaning into his touch and eliciting a deep moan.

“Be a good pumpkin now,” Zack chuckles, and I’m fazed by his challenge.

I alternate between licking both of their tips, then I open my mouth as wide as I can, taking in only their tips as I can’t fit any more in my mouth. Tears stream down my cheeks as I look up at both of them, feeling powerful for the first time at the pleasure I’m giving.

Eros throws his head back, while Zack’s growl reverberates through the room.

I suck them both as good as I can, and I know the feel of each other’s cocks must turn them both on. Out of nowhere, Eros forces their cocks out of my mouth, leaving me panting and breathless as I fall to my hands before their feet, trying to catch my balance.

“On the bed on all fours,” Eros growls.

I can barely summon the strength to move, so he lifts me up and throws me on top of the bed. The sheets smell dark and musky like Zack, and I realize I foolishly hid inside his room. He only smirks as his hand trails along Eros’s abdomen, teasing his way to the base.

“Tell us you want to stop,” he orders, but the words remain trapped inside me.

Truly, I don’t want him to stop. I want whatever madness this is.

“Scared I will run?” I manage to ask.

“Actually, yeah. I might die if I don’t get my next taste of you. I’d rather kill you than see you flee from us.”

I opt for silence, getting on all fours on the bed, entirely exposed for them as I arch my back.

“Fuck, so pretty,” one of them mutters, but I can’t discern who.

I feel their eyes consuming every inch of me, until I feel the bed shift beside me as Zack settles down. His eyes meet mine with heated lust, fingers grazing my back lightly as it sends shivers down my spine. A wicked smile is on his lips when Eros comes up on the other side of me, spanking my pussy, which has me quivering with need.

“Don’t be shy,” he murmurs. “Show us how much you want this.”

I arch my back even more, wiggling my ass as they both take a step backward. Eros’s hands grip my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed.

“Look at that pretty pussy, so fucking wet. Is that all for us, little pumpkin?”

I moan in response when his tongue flicks against my clit, Zack spreading my ass cheeks apart for Eros. He alternates between licking and fingering me, causing me to eventually buck my hips against his touch. I can feel Zack’s heated gaze on me as he watches Eros finger-fucking me, and I moan, every inch of my soul begging for a release.

That is, until he pulls away, and I swallow harshly. “P-please,” I whisper, begging for something—what, I don’t know.

“Aw, look at her. Begging for mercy at our hands. We’re not knights in shining armor, docka, we’re your worst nightmares come to life,” Zack taunts.

I watch as his hand wraps around Eros’s cock, stroking him slowly, causing an earth-shattering groan to slip out of him. My body is begging for the orgasm I so cruelly was denied, but I’m observing as Zack pleasures Eros, his spine tightening.

“Good boy,” I hear him whisper in his ear, causing Eros to whimper, and it’s the most seductive thing I’ve ever seen.

There’s darkness lingering between the two of them, yet they’re a match in hell, made from the devil’s spawn. I can see the shiver running down Eros’s spine as Zack stands behind, his own hips bucking against Eros’s ass while his veiny hands are wrapped around his length.

I’m on my knees, the air brushing against my pussy making me even more desperate to feel them both against me, but there’s something mesmerizing in watching their dynamic together. They’ve done this before.

With each stroke, Zack increases the pressure, and Eros leans back, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure builds into a crescendo. His spine tightens as Zack works him faster, both of their groans filling the atmosphere with a sensuality.

“Don’t stop,” Eros whispers.

But just when he’s about to finally give in to the pleasure, Zack denies him that just like they did to me. I grin at him, not understanding what has come over me.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” Eros growls, slowly stalking toward me.

His hand slaps against my pussy again, making me whimper. I stare at his straining cock, throbbing with the need for release, just as my own pussy is. I’m dripping, desperate for them.

“Needy little whore,” he taunts as he slaps my pussy once again. I nearly fall forward from the pain mixed with pleasure.

“That’s enough,” Zack orders, eyes dark.

My neck is starting to strain from looking behind me so much, but I don’t care. I watch as Zack walks up to Eros, palming his ass.

Then, he grabs a belt, walking up to me with a twisted grin on his mouth. “You don’t deserve your freedom,” he whispers seductively.

He forces my arms together, securing his belt around both with enough pressure to make it hurt. Then, he pushes me forward, until I can’t resist what he’s doing. I find myself laid over the mattress, my arms pinned beneath me, my ass raised in the air and my legs drawn back.

I can no longer see what they’re doing as they’re right behind me, but I hear the sound of the other belt as it clinks against something.

Before I know it, a sharp smack and a pain on my ass reverberates through me.

“Did you just fucking spank my ass?” I shriek, anger mixing with fear.

I don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into, but I know that I can’t stop now. I’m too far gone.

One of them spanks me again, and again, until my ass is burning and the wetness pools between my thighs. A cool material brushes against my skin as it’s tied around my ankles, leaving me exposed, fully baring my ass and pussy for their liking.

Panic sets in. I feel trapped with a murderer, nowhere to escape. The weight of reality crashes down on me as I struggle to break free.

“Stop, let go of me,” I plead, but they don’t.

“Shh, docka , you’re not going anywhere. You sold your soul to the devils, and now you’re paying the price.”

A cock presses against me, probing my slick entrance as one of them pushes in. From the tattooed hands that are placed beside my head, I realize it’s Eros.

He thrusts inside me, making me scream from the intrusion.

“That’s it. Deep breaths. We’re going to make you feel so good.”

The resolve leaves my body as I give in to the pleasure he offers.

“Are you ready, my good pup?” Zack asks, and I feel Eros tense above me.

“Yes, master,” he groans, sending another wave of shivers coursing through me.

Eros’s front meets my back as he leans forward, and I feel him tense even more, a loud moan escaping. His control snaps, as if scissors have cut through it, losing himself to whatever pleasure Zack is giving him. I lift my head to look back, catching sight of Zack slowly sinking into Eros.

“Breathe,” Zack whispers soothingly, while Eros’s breathing turns ragged, taking in the sensation of being filled. Eros adjusts to Zack’s size, moaning as they both move in sync—Eros fucking me while Zack fucks him.

His thrusts grow deeper and more desperate, fighting the pleasure overtaking him while I’m seeking my own. Waves of ecstasy roll through me, feeling utterly spent as an orgasm builds. We’re a train of pleasure, intertwined, and I can’t take it anymore as my breath hitches.

“F-fuck,” I stutter, lost in the depths of my desire as I come undone.

Their paces grow more erratic, skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. I can’t move, can’t do anything other than lay here and take it— them .

“Look at you, my good little puppet. Fucking her like you can’t control yourself,” Zack whispers, voice husky. “Do you enjoy this? Feel how deep our connection runs?”

“Y-yes, master,” he stutters, and my walls clench around his length.

“Good fucking boy. Trusting me to take you like this when I could ruin your life in a second. Don’t forget who you belong to,” he growls.

“You,” Eros whispers.

“That’s fucking right. You’re both mine.”

I arch my back, overwhelmed by the pleasure as Eros fucks me harder, desperately, making me whimper. The covers press against my clit, stimulating me, but it’s not enough. “I-I need more,” I beg.

“You sound so pretty when you beg for us,” Zack says, hand reaching over to trail over my arm possessively.

Eros moans as I clamp around him, practically strangling his cock as I wiggle my ass for that more . “P-please,” I beg, but I don’t know what I’m begging for.

These men are fucking deranged, but perhaps, so am I.

“Give her all you can, little puppet, while I claim you from behind. I want to hear both of you scream.”

Eros’s hand clamps around my throat, making me lose the ability to breathe as he ruthlessly pounds into me. I gasp for air, my body clenching around him as another overwhelming orgasm rolls through me. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I teeter on the edge of a precipice, falling into bliss. Eros’s thrusts grow urgent and sloppy until I feel him release inside of me. We’re a moaning mess inside the darkened room, Zack’s groans filling the space as I feel him push inside Eros with reckless abandon, following suit as he too jumps over that edge.

I feel like I just died and went to heaven.

But then, another wave of fear slams over me as they both release me from the grip of the belts that held me captive. I’m too deep into this twisted shit to pull away; my soul craves them, yet my mind is paralyzed with terror. I scramble off the bed when I see Zack grabbing a sharp knife, cutting into his palm. A pool of blood gathers as he smears the blood over Eros’s torso. And Eros? He allows him.

“Such a pretty sight basked in my blood,” Zack murmurs.

I stare, mesmerized by their twisted minds, grappling with the surreal horror unfolding before me. That’s when I look away, toward the corner of the room where I see a human-sized figure laying in the shadows. Nausea rolls through me, a visceral reaction.

I swallow hard, my gaze flicking between both men as their heads turn to me simultaneously. But my gaze is drawn back to the doll in the corner—a man I recognize from the news. Another murderer escaping jail, who long since vanished, and the case was shut down. I know, because I wrote an article about him a few years ago.

“Oh, him?” Zack chuckles darkly as he sees where I’m looking. “That’s just a commoner who deserved what came to him.”

“I know who he is,” I snap, realizing my mistake too late as his dark eyes narrow in on me. I bite my lip, feeling the weight of his gaze roving over my frame.

It’s obvious they killed him and transformed him into a twisted doll, too. My face pales with the realization of what that means.

I’m going to be their next victim.

As if reading my thoughts, Zack leans in closer, his voice sinister. “It’s easier than you think to preserve a body. Remove everything that makes them human, add a texture to their skin that feels almost plastic, and rid them of any trace of rot. Perfect dolls.”

“I don’t want to know,” I retort, my voice trembling.

Panic surges within me, my breath instantly quickening, and my heart races so loudly it’s a wonder they can’t hear the beat. I dart a glance at the door, my body going into run-or-fight mode.

In an instant, I make a hasty decision, bolting for the door and throwing it open with a force that reverberates through the stillness of the room. I don’t know where I’m going—all I know is that I need to get as far away from them as possible, before they kill me and turn me into one of those dolls.

“You can’t run from us!” Eros’s voice booms from behind, while Zack sneers, “There’s no way out—no way to hide.”

But I run anyway, a futile attempt at escaping the devils who have weaved me into their web of a gruesome game.