Page 28 of Psycho Sinners

“Good, remember, you try to bite, you lose an eye. Don’t piss me off.” He stared down at me with those dark eyes, alight with a twisted delight as he began face fucking me.

“Not so bad now is it, kitten? Jules, why not make sure she’s feeling a little good too?”

What on earth was he hoping to achieve here? Some sick pleasure for me as well? That wasn’t possible, not when they were forcing themselves upon me.

“Right.” Julian’s footsteps faded down the hall as Cristian fucked my mouth slowly, his free hand moving to my head to guide himself deeper. He grazed the back of my throat, making me gag, and he just snorted before doing it again. God, it wasn’t helping my aching throat, but it was better than him strangling me.

“Use your tongue, kitten,” he grunted as he lowered the knife closer to my face.

I stared at the tip of the blade, wondering what it’d feel like for him to drive it into my eye socket. What would the pain be like? Would it be worth it for taking his dick clean off? Could I bite down hard enough to take it off?

Julian returned, kneeling down beside me and drawing my gaze from the blade.

“Gotta have a nice mix of pleasure and pain, right?” He smirked at me, gliding his hand across my thigh, dragging something across it. I couldn’t look down to see what it was, and my heart lurched.

“Focus on me,” Cristian ordered as he tightened his grip in my hair, plunging his dick against the back of my throat, making me gag and my eyes water.

What was Julian going to do to me?

My hands trembled, desperate to move and protect my vulnerable region, but Julian seemed to sense my move before I even shifted.

He caught my left wrist closest to him, and then the buzzing sounded off.

I quivered, my body betraying me as the vibrating bullet danced over my pubic region, dipping down towards my clit.

This was all kinds of messed up.

“See? Not so bad, is it?” Julian leaned closer, his warm breath washing over my neck.

I flicked my gaze to him, hating that wicked smirk as he teased the bullet over my clit. I didn’t want my body to respond, to find some pleasure in the vibrations, but no matter how much I tried to will it from responding, it still did.

Cristian drove deeper into my mouth several times, the tears swelling in my eyes as I choked, his dick cutting off my airway.

“Fuck,” Cristian hissed as he tried to force his dick deeper into my throat despite my mangled whimper of protest.

I couldn’t help it, my free hand shot up, pushing against him in an effort to allow myself to breathe.

“I think we need to do something about those hands,” Cristian hissed, and the vibrating on my clit vanished as Julian shot up and headed off.

“Don’t fight me, kitten,” Cristian warned, swaying the blade close to my face once more, having allowed it to droop for a few moments.

He was going to kill me doing this, making it near impossible to breathe around his cock.

Surely he could see that? Understand that?

No, he didn’t care. He was getting some sick joy out of it like the psycho he was.

“Hands behind your back,” Julian ordered as he returned and knelt down behind me.

I hesitated for only a moment, too focused on trying not to choke on the dick jamming in and out of my face, but Julian yanked my arms back forcefully.

I choked at the movement, my heart lurching as cool metal rested over my wrists, and the click echoed in my ears.

Did he just cuff me?

Sure, I’d been cuffed before, but that was pink fluffy cuffs, not cool, hard metal like these. Something told me he’d gotten these in an unsavory manner. Being a made man probably meant he had run-ins with the law. I wondered how many people they’d killed?

“Fuck, that’s right baby, take that dick like a good little slut,” Cristian grunted as he drove into me again, nearly grazing himself on my teeth.

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