Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
“What?” I gasp, pulling away from Silas.
But Silas grips my face with both hands. “Oh no. Eyes on me, slut.”
He drives into my throat, coating my tongue with his pre-cum.
Tears sting my eyes as I’m impaled on both ends, struggling to breathe, struggling to even think straight. Both of my ends are taken at the same time, my mouth plundered by a demon with no conscience, and my pussy being invaded by a devil obsessed with making me feel things I don’t want to feel.
They push and pull me around using the contraption above my head, like the balls on a pendulum, back and forth onto each pierced dick.
“This pussy is fucking divine,” Heath rasps, gripping my ass like they’re handles. “Is this why you fell so hard, Max? Did this fucking pussy make you succumb?”
Max’s Adam’s apple moves up and down as he begins to sweat in the chair mere feet away. I can’t even look at him without feeling guilt rush through my veins.
But I shouldn’t feel this way.
It’s because of his obsession that I’m now being used.
These boys are wielding my body as a tool to teach him a lesson.
Heath pulls out and swipes his shaft back and forth across my slit, causing rippling aches throughout my body. “See this, Max? See how fucking wet she is for me?”
“Yes, fuck yes,” Max moans.
“You want this too, don’t you?” Heath says.
“Please, I’d give anything,” Max says, the desperation in his voice making goose bumps scatter on my skin.
“Too fucking bad she’s all mine.” Heath thrusts back in with no remorse, and a loud moan escapes my mouth.
“None of you deserve me,” I growl.
“You hear him begging now,” Silas replies, “but when we’re finished with you, you will be begging us.”
My body is dragged from side to side as I tiptoe around on the floor, trying to maintain balance. My wrists hurt from the twisted knot, but I can barely focus on it because of each thrust inside both my pussy and my mouth. Max gyrates in his seat, his shaft still upright, still dripping, and he still groans with pent-up desire.
Silas hits the back of my throat while I forget to pay attention, and I cough and heave when he pulls out, making him laugh. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
I grind my teeth and look away.
He grips my chin. “Did the cock catch your fucking tongue?” With his thumb, he forces my lip down. “Good. Keep it that way. I’d much prefer a fuckable mouth over a mouth that talks.”
“Oh fuck, this is too hot,” Max murmurs from his chair.
Silas pushes his hard-on back across my tongue, scraping along my teeth as if he doesn’t care.
“You want to bite? Then do it. Make me bleed, thief. I know you want to.”
Anger pushes me to bite just like he said I would. But the smile on his face is something I didn’t expect.
He groans. “It’ll only make me want to thrust deeper.”
He mercilessly slams inside all the way to the base, grips my nipples, and twists them so hard the scream makes its way past his shaft.
“Yes, that’s it. Scream for me, slut!”
“Please! Please, please let me touch her!” Max begs, his chair inching forward with each desperate scoot.
Heath merely laughs at him.
When Silas finally releases my nipples, the stinging sensations reach all the way between my legs, and I try to push them together to keep the throbbing at bay, but the spreader bar is in the way.
“Fuck no.” Heath spreads my ass cheeks and spits, letting it drip down into my crevice. “I know you’re turned on by this. I can feel it. Stop fighting it.”
“Fuck you,” I spit when Silas finally lets me breathe.
He grips my throat. “I allow you a breath, and this is what you choose to do with it?”
“Just because I allow you to take my body doesn’t mean I can’t say what I really think about you,” I respond.
“And that’s where you’re wrong, little thief,” Heath says.
“You didn’t allow us anything …” Silas’s fingers dig deeper into my skin. “I don’t need anyone’s permission to take what’s already mine.” His face inches closer to mine. “Hate me as much as you desire, but your body will always be mine. Today, tomorrow, every hour of the week, I will command it as I see fucking fit.” His tongue dips out, and he drags it across my lips. “And you will hate to crave every fucking second of my claim on your body until you become just as willing to lay down your fucking soul.”
“Lies,” I spit back.
His eyes glisten with heightened interest. “The only lies here are your own when you deny me what you promised.”
“I said you could have my body in exchange for the money I stole, not—”
“You said anything.”
My eyes widen.