Page 28 of Cruel Knots

I’m standing naked with a stranger’s fingers still stuck inside my clenching pussy. Leon’s tongue flicks against my earlobe while Mikhail leaves hot kisses against my neck while his fingers play with a nipple.

Shame overcomes me. I break down into fresh tears, whimpering like a stupid, helpless idiot.

Damien leans forward, grazing his scarred skin against my cheek. “What’s there to cry about, Princess? You enjoyed that.”

“I didn’t!” I lie. A sudden surge of disgust courses through me. I hate these men, including my brother, who only care about abusing me. My bleeding, hurting heart means nothing to them.

Rage courses through me at the thought. Leaning forward, I sink my teeth into Damien’s earlobe.

He hisses, pushing me away easily.

“That should earn you an extra scar,” I mock, staring him in the eye.

I expect a slap or a punch in the gut for my retaliation. Instead, he smiles, the gesture sending the lines on his face puckering and twisting.

“Despite your situation, you still have a lot of fight in you,” he says with a rough chuckle. His big hands suddenly grab my hips and tug, making me feel the hardness in the front of his pants.

My eyes widen as I stare at him. A moan drops off my lips as my pussy throbs at the same tempo as my beating heart.

I hate him as much as I want him.

We’re going to break you, their promise rings in my head as the sound of a zipper being pulled down reaches my ears in the semi-darkness.

This is wrong, I realize. These men, despite their names, are the ones who kidnapped me. Their only intention is to hurt me. They don’t care about me or my well-being. They’ll throw me away the moment they’re done with me.

All thought is erased from my mind the moment I feel the hot tip of Damien’s cock pushing through my slick pussy.

Fear and intrigue war inside me.

Callum forbade all contact with my male friends. Each time I went out of the house, his guards followed me closely. My brother’s tight leash left me a virgin at fucking twenty-two.

A whimper escapes me as I squirm against the other two men.

“Hold her still,” Damien commands in a deep voice as he rubs his cock’s head against my dripping folds.

“Stop moving, Lucia,” Leon growls. His blade is back at my throat. “You owe him this, Princess. His scars scare away women, even the ones he’s willing to pay. My brother’s as virginal and pure as you.”

“Even if you’re not feeling charitable toward Damien, you should still be happy,” Mikhail whispers, lightly biting my earlobe. “We’re not letting you miss out on the best part of your wedding day.”

He’s right, my mind whispers. At least, it’s not Callum doing this to me.

Is this better though? I wanted to escape Callum but that didn’t mean I wanted to become a captive to these cruel alphas.

A gasp escapes me as Damien thrusts against my entrance.

My eyes widen from the flash of pain, the sudden feeling of fullness, uncomfortable and achy. All the breath leaves my lungs as he pulls out and thrusts in harder, sliding several inches inside me.

“She’s so tight,” He grates through clenched teeth. “She’s squeezing the life out of my dick.”

My knees tremble, nearly making me fall to the floor but the two men on my side support my slack weight easily. Damien’s hands hold onto my waist so tightly, that I’m bruising.

Whimpers escape me as Damien thrusts inside me with slow, long thrusts, stretching me to my limits. Unable to control my instincts, I dig my fingers into his shoulders in a bid to stay steady on my feet.

Damien lifts my left thigh which gives him the perfect angle to plunge inside me deeper. A growl escapes him, his face twisting into a macabre sight as he starts pounding inside me mercilessly. My entire body jerks with the force of his powerful thrusts, making me crash against the two men on my either side.

Leon and Mikhail greedily grab my breasts, pinching and twisting the nipples painfully as their brother thrusts into me relentlessly.

The pleasure coursing through me is even more intense than my earlier climax. A mix of mouth-watering fragrances cuts through my heady perfume, making me aware of the pheromones clouding the air around me.

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