Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Chapter 162

Lysander’s pov

I could tell there was no way I was going to escape from this place without harm. Hell, there was no way I was going to escape at all.

"Let me go," I said, trying to keep my voice steady even though I knew deep down they weren’t going to listen.

Gideon stepped forward, his expression cold and unyielding. Before I could pull back, his hand wrapped around my neck, pinning me in place.

"You’re not going anywhere," he growled.

"What do you want?" I asked, my breath hitching as his grip tightened. "Why are you doing this to me?"

His fingers dug deeper into my skin. "This is the punishment you’re getting."

Before I could say another word, Gideon’s lips crashed onto mine. My whole body tingled at the sudden contact, a shockwave of unwanted heat shooting straight through me. I brought my hands up to his chest, trying to push him away, but my strength was nothing against a rogue vampire.

Gideon held his stance effortlessly, pressing his mouth against mine in a forceful, punishing kiss that felt like it was trying to drown my life force.

Behind him, Darius chuckled. "Go gently, Gideon."

Gideon pulled away, his breathing heavy, and turned toward his father. "If you were in my shoes, would you go gently?"

Darius froze, his amused expression sharpening into something far more dangerous.

I looked at Darius and slowly shook my head, tears forming in the corners of my eyes as I realized what was about to happen. Darius stepped forward, and Gideon gave way for his father.

Darius stood in front of me, his dark eyes analyzing every inch of my face before allowing his gaze to trail down my body. He reached out and gently slapped my cheek, the sting lingering on my skin.

"Please," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Please let me go."

"The more you beg, the less I want to let you go," Darius said softly. He leaned in closer, his gaze locked onto mine. "Tell me, Lysander... has it never crossed your mind?"

I froze. "What?"

"Has it never crossed your mind to take the two of us at once?" Darius asked, his voice dripping with dark temptation. "Have you never imagined how it would feel to fuck the father and the son at the same time, like the proper whore you are?"

My eyes darted past Darius to Gideon, who stood right behind his father, watching me like prey. I looked back at Darius. In his dark pupils, I could see my own reflection, but strangely, the person looking back at me felt foreign.

Gideon chuckled from behind. "There’s no way it hasn’t crossed his mind. He loves cock so much he must have wanted it bad. Maybe Drake wasn’t really enough for him. Maybe all he wanted all this time was two dicks, one to suck and one to fuck him. Isn’t that why he ran to you?"

As the words left Gideon’s mouth, something became terrifyingly clear to me. The reflection I saw in Darius’s eyes wasn’t a stranger. It was the part of me that agreed with him.

I *had* thought about it. It *had* crossed my mind. I had pictured it before. But was that enough to actually want to do it? Was a shameful fantasy enough to make this real? What about Drake? What was I supposed to do about him?

Before I could arrive at an answer, a large hand suddenly grabbed my cock through my pants.

I gasped, my breath hitching in my throat.

Darius laughed, his hand gripping me firmly. "You don’t have to voice your answer, Lysander. Your body is already doing it for you."

He let go briefly, only to begin gently stroking me through the fabric. "Stop holding yourself back. Take what your body is begging for."

I shook my head, fighting the sudden surge of heat. "I’m... I’m not supposed to..."

Darius came closer, his hand continuing its steady, deliberate stroke over my hardening shaft. My whole body felt soft, the energy draining from my legs until I was barely standing. I shook my head again, trying to clear the haze, but Darius dipped his head into the crook of my neck and started to suck on my skin.

A sharp burn of pleasure shot straight down to my groin. I wanted to say no, but the feeling of Darius’s lips and teeth against my neck felt sickeningly good.

He kept kissing me, pressing against my skin while his hand stroked me through my pants, completely obliterating whatever rationality I had left.

I reached out and grabbed Darius’s hands. Whether I was trying to push him away or pull him closer, I didn’t even know. I was completely confused. My head fell back, and a soft moan slipped past my lips.

Gideon laughed at the sound. "You haven’t even tasted the height of pleasure yet, Lysander. Why are you holding yourself back?"

Then I felt another pair of hands on my body. Gideon’s hands. There was nothing casual about the way he touched me. The sheer realization of being touched by two powerful men at the same time made my skin burn. I didn’t want to push Darius away anymore, I wanted to pull him closer. I was certain of it now.

Gideon’s hands ravaged my skin, moving greedily across my torso. The double stimulation of Darius stroking my dick while sucking my neck was too much. I couldn’t hold myself back.

Gideon’s hand traveled up from my chest to my shoulder, and in an instant, he applied heavy pressure, forcing me down. I lowered myself to my knees, ending up right in front of the two of them.

Darius looked down at me with a smirk. "Can’t you see how easy it was to convince you? Don’t you realize yet that you want these dicks as much as anyone else?" He nudged my chin up. "Stop holding yourself back and do what’s necessary."

"We don’t have all day to waste," Gideon added, stepping up beside his father. "Go ahead and please us. Let us take you to the peak of pleasure, somewhere Drake has never taken you before."

Every moral instinct told me to say no, but looking at the thick bulges framed right in front of my face, feeling the hardness throbbing in my own pants, the desire won. I wanted this so bad.

It was like my body had a mind of its own, a sickening choice to make for me.

I let out a sob and reached for Gideon’s belt first, undoing the buckle with trembling fingers before pulling his erect cock free. It was already dripping with precum, smelling intoxicatingly delicious. My mouth watered instantly.

I wanted it in my mouth; I wanted it in my ass, tearing me open. I wanted to fuck and suck at the same time.

I turned to Darius and unbuckled his belt, pulling his dick out as well. He was dripping just as heavily.

"Put that mouth to good use and make me cum," Darius warned, his voice low and commandingly dark. "Or else I’m going to fuck you until your whole body gives out."