Pretend I'm Yours: A Fake Marriage Romance

by Ella Miles

  I scream because I don’t know what else to do. I can’t handle this. I can’t be raped on this bed again.

  I feel his lips on mine, and I stop screaming. His tongue presses into my mouth, leaving me no room to scream.

  “I want you, Nina. I want to fuck you everywhere. I want to control you. Fuck you until all the memories you have are of me and my brother. Until you have nothing left,” Arlo says while Matteo kisses me.

  Both men are trying to control me. One with a kiss and another with a command.

  It works.

  I feel my breathing change to one of excitement instead of fear. Arlo’s sexy, growly voice combined with Matteo’s deep kisses make me forget that I’m tied to Enrico’s bed.

  “Such a pretty dress,” Matteo says before he rips the dress off my body.

  I gasp as the cool air hits my almost naked body.

  I feel leather against my skin, and I tense. It travels from my toes to up my leg, over my panties, then stomach, and bra. I suck in a breath, waiting for the painful sting that I know will come from the whip-like tool in one of their hands. But it doesn’t come. At least, not as quickly as I expect.

  “No,” I whisper, “I’m not ready. I can’t do this.”

  I feel a light whip against my stomach. Not enough to cause any real pain, just enough to grab all my attention.

  “You crave this, Nina. You can lie to me and yourself all you want, but your body wants this. You want to feel the sting of the flogger as it hits all the right places on your body. You want us to control you. It turns you on to be controlled and owned.”

  “No,” I whisper again as the flogger harshly hits my inner thigh. I feel the sting radiate through my body. My body curls as my arms and legs pull against their restraints.

  He strikes me again on my inner thigh, and my panties are soaked.

  He strikes me over my stomach, and my toes curl, as I need more.

  He strikes me over my pussy, and I come undone.

  I bite my lip to keep from coming right then. I don’t understand why my body betrays me. Why it responds to the pain. It never responded to the pain like this when Enrico hurt me, only when Arlo does. I crave it. I seek it. I never want him to stop.

  Suddenly, he stops, and I hear nothing but silence. I don’t know what Matteo and Arlo are doing. I don’t know if they are preparing to hurt me more. Or fuck me. Or leave me stranded again, like Matteo did.

  “Please,” I cry when I can’t take the waiting any longer. I pray to God they haven’t tricked me into getting fucked by their father or some other perverted member of their family.

  “What do you want, beautiful?” Matteo asks. “I thought you didn’t like it when we hurt you.”

  “No…I mean…I need…”

  “What do you need?” Matteo asks. His breath hot and heavy on my ear.

  “I need you to hurt me, control me, fuck me.”

  I can feel his mouth turn into a grin, but I don’t feel anything. No pain. No pleasure. Nothing.

  I try to focus on calming my breathing. I try to relax while I wait helplessly for them to fuck me.

  I can’t calm my breathing though.

  “Please,” I cry again, this time more persistent than the last.

  Still, nothing.

  “Matteo, please,” I cry loudly.

  Nothing.

  “Arlo, I need you to fuck me. Please.”

  Only then do I finally get a response. No words. Just the crack of some sort of whip as he strikes my thigh again.

  My bra is ripped off, and something warm begins to drip onto my breasts. Every drip brings a pleasant bite of pain I wasn’t expecting. My nipples harden, and my back arches, begging for more of the warm wax to cover my body.

  “Yes,” I moan as I get what I want.

  I feel the whip again, this time against my panties. Again and again and again. Making me more sensitive with each crack of the whip. They have barely even touched me, and already, I’m about to come.

  They keep going. The whip getting harder, the wax becoming more intense. My panties are ripped from me, and I’m completely naked, lying on the bed.

  The leather hits my bare pussy again.

  “Yes,” I cry.

  They stop. Again. Leaving me panting and full of need, aching for more.

  I feel Arlo’s hands on my thighs as he spreads me apart. I suck in a breath, expecting another strike of the whip. Instead, his tongue gently moves over my folds.

  “Come, beautiful,” Matteo says.

  I come. Hard and long. I scream. I writhe. I forget where I am. My arms pull hard against my restraints.

  One soft touch was all it took after they tormented me.

  I try to slow my breathing, I try to control the sensations still pulsating throughout my body, but I can’t. I have no control, and I can’t stop my body from coming again when Matteo sucks on my nipple.

  I feel his grin against my nipple when I come and don’t care about how cocky he feels at making me come so easily.

  “I think we need to give her more time before we fuck her. I don’t want her to come on my dick before I’ve even had my fill of her,” Matteo says.

  “No,” I whisper as I come down off my high.

  “No, she will listen to us if we command her to.”

  I feel Arlo walk closer to me and climb onto the bed. His cock pushes at my entrance. I don’t know how I know when it’s Arlo or Matteo. They don’t always make it clear or tell me with their voices. But I know them well enough to just know. Or my brain guesses, and I never know if I’m right or wrong.

  He pushes the tip of his cock in just a little, and I feel my body come alive again from the sensation.

  “Don’t come, Nina. Not until I tell you to,” Arlo commands.

  I suck in a breath as he pushes inside me, and I try to will my body not to come. I’m not sure I can do it. I feel the familiar feelings, and I can’t hold them back. My body is so sensitive that I can come again and again. I want to come again. It feels too good not to.

  “Don’t come. If you come, I will punish you,” Arlo says.

  Something about his voice makes me believe that the punishment won’t be something I like. But then again, I like everything the Carini brothers have given me.

  “Nina,” Arlo warns as he slips his cock fully inside me, stretching me wide.

  I squeeze my hands into fists to keep the sensations locked inside instead of coming out like I want.

  “Good girl,” Arlo says as he fucks me, making my eyes tear up as I feel everything rolling through my body.

  It hurts to keep everything inside yet makes everything so intense that I never want to release the feeling.

  I feel clamps latch on to my nipples.

  “Careful, beautiful,” Matteo says as I arch my back.

  I purse my lips, trying to get out just a tiny bit of what is pulsing through my veins. It doesn’t help.

  I bite my lip to keep from screaming because, if I scream, I know it will be calling out one of the Carinis’ names as I come.

  “Let me help you with that,” Matteo says.

  I feel his large, thick cock pushing against my lips. My lips part, welcoming his cock into my mouth. I hope that pleasuring him will be a pleasant distraction from what Arlo is doing to my pussy.

  For just a second, I get lost, licking his cock and feeling his pre-cum drip onto my tongue. But that’s all the distraction I get as Arlo thrusts deep into my pussy, his grip on my thighs tightening to an almost unbearable grip.

  I move my lips, sucking more of Matteo’s cock as he thrusts in and out of my mouth.

  I can’t hold on much longer.

  I try to distract myself.

  I try to focus on counting their thrusts in and out of my mouth and pussy.

  I try to count my breathing.

  I try squeezing my hands into fists and curling my toes.

  But I feel myself losing the fight. They are both turning me on more and more with every thrust. I feel e
very thrust hit me everywhere in my body. I can’t focus. I can’t think. I can’t hold back any longer.

  I come.

  My pussy clenches around Arlo’s cock, and my mouth cries around Matteo’s dick.

  They both stop as I come.

  There was no way for me to hide it.

  No way for them not to notice I didn’t follow their command.

  Neither of them has come. Neither of them has gotten what they want.

  Both of them rip their cocks from my body.

  “I’m sorry.”

  I can feel Arlo’s deep stare. I can see Matteo’s sexy grin.

  Even with the blindfold on, I know that is what both of them are doing.

  “You’re going to be sorry,” Arlo says.

  “I already am.”

  “No, you aren’t. But you will be.”

  Arlo and Matteo grab on to my arms and legs, ripping me from the bed. They don’t carry me far, only a few feet away. My feet are placed on the ground, my legs spread apart, as the restraints are tied to something. My arms are pulled high over my head.

  If it wasn’t for the restraints holding me up, I’m not sure I could stand. I’m so exhausted from coming and being in fear.

  I hear the vibrator before I feel it, but it doesn’t take me long before I feel it throughout my whole body as it is pressed against my pussy.

  I cry out in pleasure as I come quickly.

  And then again.

  I bite my bottom lip to keep it from pulling another orgasm out of me so easily.

  “Now, for your punishment since you can’t control your own body. You are going to come. Over and over. All night long. Until you can’t stand the thought of coming again,” Arlo says.

  That sounds like the best punishment ever.

  “I would wipe that smile off your lips, beautiful. You will quickly learn how this is the worst kind of punishment,” Matteo says.

  I let go and come as the vibrator continues its punishing pace against my clit.

  As soon as I do, Matteo replaces the vibrator with his cock. He thrusts inside me while he kisses me, punishing me with his teeth on my lip. His pace is fast as he thrusts, his mouth equally as brutal on my lips. My hands grab on to the ropes as I feel the familiar feeling growing closer.

  “Come, sweetheart,” Matteo says.

  I do as his cum fills my pussy.

  He slips out of me while I try to recover from the pounding my body just took, but I don’t get a break. Arlo’s cock replaces Matteo’s in seconds.

  His cock hits deep inside me, hitting a spot that makes me crazy. I feel his lips on my ear, and I prepare for him to torture me in the same way that Matteo just did. But he doesn’t.

  Instead, he whispers into my ear, “You may control me usually. But you don’t have any control when my cock is buried in your pussy. Now, I’m in control. You do whatever I say.”

  I breathe in.

  “Now, come,” Arlo says.

  I come.

  My body hangs down, my arms stretching long as my body pulls on the restraints, unable to hold myself up. But Matteo quickly replaces Arlo, holding me up as he fucks me in the ass this time.

  I can’t handle this. Not if they keep this pace up. I’ll die by being over fucked.

  But, at least, if I do, I’ll die a sweet death.

  20

  Arlo

  We fucked her all night long, just like I’d promised we would.

  She almost broke several times, but she never did. It only showed me and her how strong she truly was.

  I thought the endless sex would finally be what broke down her walls. But it didn’t.

  She thought we were fucking her all night to destroy any memory of Enrico in her head. And that was definitely part of it.

  Nina is invincible. She knows exactly how strong she is now.

  If she survived a night of fucking in every position possible, she could survive anything. We beat her, scarred her body, and fucked her pussy so hard that she slept for an entire week after without moving.

  Matteo and I took turns in watching over her. We brought her back to Matteo’s room because, despite having her own beautiful room, his room was where she felt safe. She did nothing but sleep.

  We slept, too, but not like her.

  Every day, we both ached for her to wake up to have a chance to fuck her again because, after having her so many times in a row, it felt impossible to go a second without having her. But it was dangerous for us to feel that way about her. Far too dangerous because it became far too close to us developing feelings for her.

  When she did finally wake up, we both thought she wouldn’t want to have sex again for a long time. But I’d learned to be surprised when it came to Nina.

  She asked her stupid questions.

  Something about if Matteo and I were close, growing up. What kind of stupid question was that? Of course we were close, growing up. If she couldn’t tell that by just being with us, then she wasn’t as smart as she looked.

  But then it became clear. I discovered her plan after the third softball question about where my favorite place to visit was. She was softening me up, hoping that I would fall in love with her, and when she asked the really hard questions, I’d save her.

  She doesn’t understand that I can’t. That her plan will never work. I tried her plan before, and it backfired in my face. I won’t do that again. I won’t risk her life like that.

  So, every day that she asks, I fuck her with Matteo and pray that it isn’t the day she stops asking the easy questions and starts asking the hard questions. Because I can’t lie to her. And I’m afraid the only thing left that can break her is the truth.

  21

  Matteo

  Arlo texts me that he needs me to go with him to deliver our latest weapon tonight.

  It’s not a question. It’s a command. I’m supposed to go with him. That’s what we do. He tells me what to do, and I follow.

  But not this time.

  I’m tired of doing everything that Arlo tells me to do.

  These last few months have been amazing, but I can feel the pressure in our bubble building. And I know that it’s going to pop soon. I can feel it.

  I don’t bother to text him back.

  He’s going to be pissed, but I don’t care. I climb off the couch and go find Nina reading a book in my bed.

  She smiles up at me when she sees me standing in the doorway.

  I grin back as I fold my arms across my chest and lean in the doorway. Nina has quickly become my everything. All I can do is think about her. What she’s doing. What she needs. I think about her body. Her smart mouth. I think about fucking her. Talking to her. Holding her.

  I can’t stop.

  She used to be the one who was obsessed. But not anymore. Now, I’m just as obsessed with her as she is with me.

  I can’t stop. And I don’t want to. I want her every second of every day. And, if Arlo thinks I’m going to be willing to leave her alone for one second in this house, even to go do work, he’s crazy. He knows how I feel about her. He sees it in my eyes every night when we fuck her together. Always fucking together.

  We have each tried to get her on her own, but the other is always there. Nina always pulls us both in. But it can’t last forever. Eventually, whatever is going on is going to stop. Someone is bound to develop feelings. And, even if I know that Arlo has developed feelings for Nina, I know him well enough to know that he will never act on those feelings.

  “What?” Nina asks, looking at me with her big brown eyes.

  I step into the room and walk over to her, taking the book out of her hands and laying it on the nightstand next to the bed.

  “I want you,” I say.

  Her eyes grow heavy. “Okay, where’s Arlo?”

  I shake my head. “No, not with him.”

  She raises an eyebrow at me as I climb on top of her in bed, pinning her down. She doesn’t fight me; she just seems amused. We’ve fucked too many times for her to fear me.


  “Where is Arlo?” she asks.

  “He’s working. He never has to know. Just fuck me alone, just this once.”

  I lean down and kiss her, tasting the sweet wine on her lips that I didn’t notice she was drinking. I kiss her hard, slipping my tongue into her mouth, making it impossible for her to say no to me.

  “Don’t you have to work, too, then?” she asks.

  “No, I don’t. Not tonight. Tonight, the only thing I want is to fuck you.”

  She bites her lip as she looks in my eye. She hasn’t fucked either of us in two days. That’s the longest we have gone without sex. We were both gone working yesterday, and when we got back, she was already asleep. We all slept in, doing various things today, and then Arlo wanted me to work again tonight instead of having her. I can’t go that long without having her. Not now. Not ever again.

  “Come on, beautiful. Let me fuck you. You know you want it as badly as I do,” I purr into her neck. I begin kissing her neck, surprised that she hasn’t stopped me already.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes?” I say, immediately stopping my kisses to look her in the eyes to make sure she is serious.

  “Yes, but I have one condition.”

  “Anything!” I say, already thinking about where I want to have sex with her.

  “Afterward, I get to ask you any questions I want, and you have to answer honestly.”

  I search her eyes, trying to figure out what her plan is, but it isn’t hard to figure out. She’s been asking easy questions for weeks, just waiting for the right time to get her real questions answered. Apparently, today is that day.

  I’m ready though. I know how to answer any question to keep her safe and mine. This is the day I’ve been waiting for, too.

  “I’ll tell you anything you want.”

  Her face lights up at that. “I’m yours then.”