Page 46 of Pretty Little Psycho

“Drive,” he barks at Atlas.

As the engine roars to life, my stomach knots. Atlas hits the gas hard and peels out of the garage. With the windows rolled down, the icy wind howls through the car, blowing my dark strands everywhere.

Riot digs his fingers into my thigh. “I think you owe Valentin an apology.”

I turn my head slowly toward the black-haired Adonis and force myself to meet his icy glare. “I-I’m sorry I took your car. But you fucked with mine first to be fair.”

Riot presses in close to me and whispers, “We don’t want your words, Firecracker.”

Valentin unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. “Get down here and show me how fucking sorry you are,” Valentin snarls.

Oh, hell no. Not like this. “You can’t be serious,” I snap. “I’m not going down on you right here.”

Riot fists my hair and shoves my head in between Valentin’s thighs. “You will. Or I’ll force you to suck that fucking corpse’s dick back there. I wonder what dead cum tastes like.”

My stomach curls at the thought. “You’re all insane.”

Valentin’s slams his hand against the back of the driver’s seat. “Atlas, turn this bitch around and go back to the garage.”

Oh, shit. They’re serious. “No! Okay, fine. I’ll do it. Fuck.”

Riot chuckles in my ear. “That’s a good girl.”

Valentin grabs the back of my head and yanks me down. “Open your mouth.”

I can barely part my lips before he thrusts his cock inside. I almost gag as he fills my mouth, stretching me wide to accommodate his girth. My eyes water as he rams the back of my throat.

“Mmm, fuck. Such a tight little mouth. You better swallow every fucking drop, or I’ll rip it apart.”

Riot slides his hands underneath my skirt. “Let’s see how wet you are.”

I flinch and squirm as he rubs his fingers over my panties.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” Valentin growls and pulls my hair tight to his palm.

I hate them for making me do this. And because it’s turning me on… I hate myself.

Riot peels my panties to the side and drags a finger up my slit. “Fucking soaked.”

I can’t stop the moan from rumbling in my throat. What they’re doing to me is dirty and wrong. But it sends spasms straight to my core.

“Fuck this,” Atlas grumbled. “I’m pulling over, so I can watch.”

As the car slows to a stop, my heart beats faster. I can hear Atlas spin around in his seat and crush into the leather. “Pull her skirt up, so I can see what you’re doing back there.”

Valentin’s cock throbs inside my mouth as he thrusts in and out. I can barely breathe. And I’m ashamed that I like it. He tastes so fucking good.

Riot yanks my skirt up around my waist. “Look at what we have here. A little string hanging from her pussy. Our little slut is on her period.”

Atlas sucks in a sharp breath. “Fuck. You know how I feel about that. Pull it out.”

“Let’s get these panties off first,” Riot urges.

Oh my god. I shake my head and try to pull up, but Valentin has me in a firm grip. “You’re not going anywhere until every drop of my cum is in your belly.”

Tears stream down my cheeks as he shoves his cock deeper down my throat just as the wind hits my bare ass after Riot slides my panties off.

“When you steal from us…” Riot circles my wet entrance with his finger. “We steal from you.”

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