Page 70 of What I Should Have Done

“Fuck off,” I hissed, and his palm fractured a sting across my cheek.

Several footsteps pounded into the room, and I glanced at the doorway where four new men crowded around the entrance. But my original captor paid them no heed as Merlin pulled down his underwear, exposing himself to me.

I hated to admit that my first thought was comparing it to Mikey’s, even though I’d never actually seen Mikey’s, but that’s what I did. This man’s dick was nothing when weighed against Mikey. Damn, Mikey soft had more than this man did hard. A snort escaped my nose.

“What are you laughing at?” he hissed, clamoring onto the table. A hand wrapped around himself, and he slowly pumped once, a disgusting gleam in his eye.

“I guess I expected…more?” I hoped that I could taunt and tease him enough to keep him from doing whatever he was aiming for.

Wrong idea.

“Use that mouth for something else, you bitch,” he snapped. And within a flash, he hovered over me, shoving his penis against my lips.

Ramming my mouth closed as tightly as I could, he prodded and pushed, attempting to slip between my teeth. Shadows and body heat washed down on me as he continued to thrust to no avail.

Wrinkling my eyes shut, I turned my head sideways, and he slammed my cheek against the table. “You bitch!” he hissed. Here was his undoing.

Fingers wrapped around my hair, jerking up. Waves of agony seared through the roots of my locks, darting down my scalp. The more I twisted, the more I fought, the more pain shot dizzying jolts through my head.

“Hold still, kitten,” he whispered, suddenly calm and back in control. As I kept my lips closed tight, he pressed his tip against my mouth again, and then pressure tightened around my nostrils.

My eyes snapped open in fright.

One of the other men was holding my nose closed with his hand. Panic coursed through me like a violin string screeching with the fury of lightning. Every inhale was fruitless. Stars popped in my vision. My face burned red hot with desperation. Every cell in my lungs burst, screaming for clean oxygen. I could not exhale either. Every dire attempt ended in muscle straining against the pressure cutting off my airways.

There was only so long left before I would pass out and my mouth would open involuntarily. Adding one more thing out of my control. Silent tears streamed down my cheeks. Frustration bursting at the seams.

But there was one other option.

Gulping down the wretched nausea curdling with the thought, I closed my eyes. And opened my mouth.

Oxygen quickly inflated my lungs right before his slimy dick slid between my lips. A groan left his chest as he thrust, ramming against the back of my throat.

And I clamped my teeth down.

Hard.

His groan quickly shifted to a scream and he ripped himself out. Iron slid hot across my tongue, and I leaned to the side, spitting out the shredded skin and hurling what little contents had been left in my stomach. How the hell Mikey bit someone more than once, was lost on me.

As I continued to dry heave, the man flopped to the side, clutching his bleeding junk.

“Told you to fuck off,” I snarled between gags.

“You little…” His voice rose and his fist slammed into my jaw. Reverberating pain crashed like waves through my bones, and my teeth clattered. The sting of the blow snapped my mind fuzzy. Once I managed to shake myself stable, I looked over at him on my left. Blood dripped between his fingers, rage turning his face as red as the liquid that oozed down his legs.

“Macavoy,” he nodded at the man who still stood beside my head but no longer pinched my nose.

The beastly looking guy turned his grotesquely scarred face toward my captor. “Sir?”

“Give it to me and back away,” he instructed. Holding out one hand, he wiggled red fingers toward Macavoy. The thick, neckless man grabbed the baton hanging on his belt and passed it to my captor.

Crimson liquid plunked steadily to the floor as Merlin’s attention returned to me. “And I told you to not make me angry.” He took a ginger step forward and extended the black metal rod.

“What are you going to do? Hit me a few times with that? You wouldn’t be the first,” I hissed and spat some leftover blood at him.

He shrieked, silencing his companions outside of the room. “I’m not that cliché, kitten.” He tapped his thumb against a button, and blue volts of electricity crackled across the end of the baton.

Shit.

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