Page 47 of Pretty Little Psycho

I can’t help but clench as he tugs on the string. My traitorous clit spasms as he pulls the blood-soaked tampon out slowly. “Mmm, that looks tasty.”

“Shit, yeah it does. Give it to me,” Atlas grunts.

This was so fucking wrong. Fuck.

Riot hands it to Atlas and then pushes his finger deep inside my pussy. “Ohhh… fuck. It’s like an oven in here. I just want to bury my fucking cock inside you… I want your blood all over me.”

I let out another moan as he works his finger through my slick folds. I want more. Fuck. I need it. What is wrong with me?

“What do you say, Firecracker? Want me to bury my cock inside you?”

Valentin yanks my head up. “Answer him.”

I gasp for air as I rock against his hand, desperate for release.

Riot slaps my ass. “Fucking answer me.”

The pressure is building inside me. “No,” I lie.

Atlas snickers. “She wants to feel all of us fill her. Dirty little slut.”

I shake my head again. “No. Get off me.”

Riot lifts my hips up higher and spreads my legs farther apart. “It was actually a rhetorical question, Firecracker. We own you. We don’t need your fucking permission,” he snarls.

I can feel my blood trickling down my thighs, and I want to scream. This is humiliating. And yet my body is on fire with the need for it. I try to prop myself up and away from Valentin when I feel a hard slap against my ass. “Fuck you, Riot,” I cry out.

He grabs my arms and pins them behind me. “Yeah, that’s exactly what’s about to happen.” I hear him slide his belt out from the loops of his jeans and my heart races. Oh, fuck.

He wraps it around my wrists and buckles it so tight I start to lose circulation almost immediately. “Keep sucking him off, Firecracker. You’re about to have two cocks in you.”

A flicker of fear flashes in my gut as a spasm rocks my core. My head is shoved back down onto Valentin’s cock just as Riot unzips his pants. He rubs the tip of his cock against my entrance. “Fuck, that pussy is so wet. So fucking bloody. Mmm.”

“Inch it in slowly,” Atlas commands.

Riot pushes in, and I can’t stifle the moan that escapes my throat. As he slides out, he lets out a deep moan. “Fuck, your blood looks pretty on my cock.”

It feels amazing. The ease of how he slides in and out. I’m burning up, ready to explode.

“Yeah just like that,” Atlas rasps. “Get nice and deep.”

A violent rumble stirs in my core as he spreads my legs farther apart and thrusts in and out of me.

Valentin lets out a moan as my teeth scrape against his cock. “Fuck, get ready to drink.”

His cock pulses and throbs right before his hot cum fills my mouth. Fuck. Breathe through your nose, Maur. But I can’t concentrate on anything except Riot’s thick cock buried deep inside me.

I start to gag and gasp for air, but Valentin pinches my jaw. “Fucking swallow all of it.”

Riot laughs and plunges deeper into my pussy as I fight the urge to choke. I take slow breaths through my nose as Valentin’s salty cum gushes down my throat. He lets out a deep guttural moan and digs his fingers hard into my skull.

“Don’t let her fucking cum,” he barks at Riot. “She doesn’t deserve to.”

Riot yanks my head up. “He’s right. Thieves don’t get rewards.” He pulls out of my pussy and wipes his fingers across my cheeks before tossing my panties to Atlas. “They also don’t get to wear panties.”

After he rips the belt off my wrists, I shrink back against the seat and pull my skirt down. “Fuck you, Riot.”

He wraps his hand around my throat and pins me to the seat. “Yeah, you did. And you liked it.” He leans in closer to my ear and whispers, “You’ll fuck all three of us whenever we want you to.”

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