Page 43 of Psycho Sinners

He worked my clit as his other arm wrapped around my waist, holding me in place. He didn’t move or thrust, and some wretched part of me wanted to shift my body, to bounce just the slightest bit now that the pleasure was clouding my mind.

Fuck, he was good with his hands, and no matter how much I wanted to hate it, I couldn’t.

There was something so wicked and sinful about this, the air charged as his brothers watched him toy with me. My arms trembled as I held onto the edge of the table, and then what I’d prayed wouldn’t happen, happened.

A wretched whimper escaped my lips, and his arm tightened around my waist.

He never said anything about being quiet.

He stilled, and I clenched my jaw as he sucked in a heavy breath.

I gasped as he suddenly lurched forward, swiping our plates and glasses off the table, sending them crashing to the floor as he bent me over.

I cried out as he drove into me with a vengeance, so raw and primal, his grunts wrapping around me as his hand fisted in my hair.

He yanked my head back, holding me as he fucked me relentlessly like a goddamn animal. I’d been hate fucked before, but this was something else, this was something powerful, and my gaze swayed between the two brothers watching me. Cristian was licking his lips, a wicked look in his eye, while Julian looked entranced, unable to look away from us.

His dick was far too good as he drove into me at this angle, hitting the right spots and stealing another whimper from me.

I hated how the bliss was coiling up inside me against my will, defying me. Tyrone did ease off, keeping his pace steady as he fucked me raw, the whole table jerking with each thrust, the cutlery clinking and Julian’s glass tipping over. He didn’t even notice, his attention glued to me.

“Don’t you forget who you’re indebted to, Scarlet. We own you now, we own this pussy. You are ours. Ours to punish, ours to fuck. Got it?” He grunted the words out with deep thrusts that jarred my body.

Oh God. This wasn’t about to happen.

“Fuck,” I hissed out, the orgasm tearing through me as I trembled, my entire being coursing with the wicked pleasure, my body having betrayed me in the greatest sin.

Tyrone grunted, spearing into me deep before yanking out.

Hot cum splattered across my ass as Tyrone cursed under his breath, and he released my hair, allowing me to rest my flushed cheek on the cool marble.

I stared out the window at the cityscape, not wanting to look at Cristian even though I could see him in my peripheral.

What the fuck had just happened? Why had that happened?

Silence wrapped around me like a heavy blanket, unsettling me as no one said a word.

“Shit,” Julian finally mumbled, and I heard him shuffling on the other side of me.

“I’m not the only one who came a little from that, huh?” Cristian scoffed, and Julian cursed him as his chair scraped away from the table.

“Go clean yourself up, pet. You’ve got a call to make,” Tyrone muttered, although his tone seemed slightly off.

I wasn’t the only one reeling from what the hell had just happened.

I slid off the table, turning to face him. He’d already tucked his dick away, and he watched me with dark eyes, his face expressionless. I glared at him as I snatched up my clothes from the floor, hating what had just transpired. Hating that my own body had betrayed me the way it had.

I spun on my heel storming to the stairs, ignoring the burning gazes in my back from Cristian and Julian.

This was fucked up.

I was fucked up.

15

SCARLET

“Thank fucking Christ, I’ve been so worried!” Noms high-pitched voice was a welcome sound as I huddled on my bed, having showered and cleaned up.

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