Page 30 of Cruel Knots

“No,” Mikhail replies.

My eyes widen from the sudden fullness as Leon penetrates me. He slips in easier this time, making me gasp from pure pleasure.

Pulling out, he thrusts in again, slipping deeper inside me.

I gasp, all my breath leaving my body as he penetrates me deeply with another swift thrust.

“She’s still so tight,” Leon grates through clenched teeth. “I can’t believe you just took her, Damien. Her pussy is fucking perfection.”

My knees tremble, nearly making me fall to the floor but his arm around me is like a supportive vice. He holds onto me, making sure I stand hunched against him as he pounds inside me.

Have I always been so sluttish? I wonder. I should be a broken mess after what Damien did to me but I’m proudly soldiering on, my body still strong enough to take Leon’s relentless thrusts.

A tinge of regret washes over me as I think how amazing a heat with the perfect pack would be like. Instead of a cold, dark basement, I’d be in the comfort of a nest with my alphas lavishing me with everything I could ask for.

Your sister’s such a whore, Callum, I think, imagining my brother’s fury if he knew what I was allowing to willfully happen to me. It gives me respite from thinking about my pathetic situation.

In the end, though, this was all Callum’s fault. These rogue alphas would’ve never touched me if my brother hadn’t hurt them first.

Mikhail kneels before me and plays with my boobs, kneading them and sucking them in his mouth.

A whiff of spicy cinnamon mingles with sweet orange. The scent of Leon and Mikhail’s pheromones feel oddly familiar to me. Even Damien’s dark chocolate and bourbon made me feel strangely safe and comforted.

Did I somehow get scent-matched with these strange alphas? I suddenly wonder.

Loud moans escape me as my pleasure rises. I don’t even care about concealing my body’s reaction. They’ve already witnessed my humiliation. There’s nothing to hide anymore.

I let myself feel the pleasure spreading and radiating from deep within my core. Fire zings through my veins, warming every inch of my sore body.

“You’re getting so tight. Fuck!” Leon groans.

“Hold her up better,” Mikhail’s voice is rough with need. He stands before me with his cock in his hands. With each stroke, his thick dick lengthens and hardens.

Leon’s hand falls on my shoulder, forcing me lower on my knees. The cold, hard floor hurts my knees but the pleasurable sensations in my body keep me from feeling it too much.

Mikhail prods my cheek with the swollen tip of his cock. “Open up, Princess,” he says in a rough voice. “Let me feel that sweet mouth on my dick.”

“What?! No!” I shout, glaring up at him.

Mikhail doesn’t seem to mind my rejection at all. He smirks and leans down, grabbing a handful of my hair, and tugs hard, forcing me to cry out. The moment my lips part, he shoves his cock in my mouth.

His dick slides smoothly between my lips.

Hot, angry tears roll down my cheeks as he thrusts his hips against my face while his fingers firmly hold onto my hair.

“Come on, darling,” Mikhail says with a rough grunt. “You can do better. I know you can.”

He thrusts in deeper, his tip sliding into my throat. I nearly gag but there’s no relief or a way to protest as his cock fills my whole mouth.

I glare up at him, watching him steal his pleasure from my body.

Unlike Damien, these men don’t wait for me to catch up to them. They pump their cocks into me, intent on taking everything I supposedly owe them.

I suffer their hateful rage, feeling nothing but shame for the pleasure my body receives from their merciless rutting.

Leon and Mikhail’s movements soon grow harder, faster, and more desperate. Grunts and moans escape them, leaving them bare to me too. They may hate me but they’re loving the pleasure my body is offering them.

The tips of their cocks swell in a familiar sensation along my channels, igniting an inferno within me. They knot and latch deep within me, making my pleasure spike, blinding me to everything around me.

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