Page 65 of Wicked Revenge

“I meant what I said in there, Daddy. I want to be your first,” I whisper to him, closing my eyes again as his heartbeat lulls me deeper and deeper.

He is so warm and cuddly. Like a big fucking teddy bear. I don’t think I’ve ever felt safer in my entire life. His hands trail up and down my spine, and as sleep takes hold of me, I hear him whisper into my hair.

“You’ll be my only.”

Chapter 34

The early morning sunlight is streaming through the curtains in Alek’s room when I finally open my eyes. My body is cocooned in a sea of warmth.

Royal is wrapped around me from behind, his inked hand cupping my bare breast. My face is squished into Maddox’s tattooed chest, and Alek has his massive arm thrown over both of us from behind him.

I have no idea how I ended up in the middle of this delicious man-meat sandwich, but I am not mad about it. Royal’s massive erection is pressing into my ass as Maddox’s piercings dig into my stomach.

My pussy clenches as the memories of last night flood back to me. The playroom. There is a slight ache between my thighs from Maddox fucking me like a madman. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

The way these men touch me, talk to me, I know I’ve lost my mind. And when Royal dropped to his knees to show me how to take Maddox, I thought I would combust with need. It was so fucking hot. I want to see more. Feel more. Do more. I’ve never wanted anyone in my life the way I want these men.

With all the shit I’ve been through, I think I deserve a moment of pleasure. I’m not going to complain about mind-blowing orgasms from three sexy-as-sin tattooed men. My body has only ever been abused by disgusting men for their pleasure. Men who got off on raping a teenage girl. Beating her. Using her for their pleasure with no regard to consent or mutual pleasure.

I never willingly orgasmed when I was held captive. The only good ones I’ve ever had, I’ve given them to myself. They’ve never come close to the orgasms these men have pulled from me over the last few days. My body has done things it's never done before.

The ache I’m feeling is replaced by liquid desire as I feel myself getting wet the more I think about everything that has happened. The memory of Alek taking care of me in the bathtub has my thighs rubbing together to smother the building desire, but I freeze when Royal’s hand on my boob squeezes.

“Keep that up, and I’ll really give you something to make you squirm,” he grumbles into my neck.

His voice is thick with sleep, and all it does is make me wetter. A whimper falls from my lips when his lips descend on the sensitive skin behind my ear.

“I’m trying to be a gentleman. I know you’re sore this morning. But if you keep wiggling your tight little ass on my cock, I’m going to slide between your pretty pink lips and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“I’m not sore,” I lie, but he doesn’t need to know that. I’ve had worse aches than this and was never given a chance to recover. I can handle more than he thinks.

His tongue traces the shell of my ear as his hand releases my breast. I almost whine at the loss of his touch, but his hand descends down my stomach to my bare pussy. He slowly slides a single finger up and down my slit, teasing me with his light touch.

I need more.

I spread my legs a little wider, as much as I can while being sandwiched between them. Suddenly, he plunges his finger into me, making me wince and moan at the same time.

“Not sore, huh?” He withdraws his finger, bringing it to my face, my arousal glistening in the sunlight. “Open your mouth,” he growls.

His deep, commanding tone has me obeying immediately. With his eyes locked on mine, he slides the slick digit against my tongue, making me taste myself. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as my sweet, tangy essence floods my senses.

His pupils blow, and his jaw ticks with how hard he’s clenching it, but he doesn’t withdraw from my mouth. He keeps sliding all the way to the back of my throat. When I don’t gag or pull back, a growl erupts from his chest.

Good. I want him to be as affected as I am.

Before he can pull back, I wrap my lips around it and suction them closed. My tongue swirls around the tip, cleaning off every drop of my arousal. With a force that makes the breath catch in my lungs, he pulls his finger free with a loud pop.

“I should spank your ass red for teasing me,” he growls, even deeper than before, his hand dropping to my throat, and his thick cock grinds against my ass. “But I think I’ll just edge you instead. Get you so close to the release you so desperately need, over and over. Would you like that?” His fingers flex against my throat as he whispers threats into my ear.

“I could wake up one of the others. Or I can take care of it my–” I bite back, but before I can finish that sentence, Royal has me flipped on my back, pinning me to the mattress as he hovers over me.

His knee is between my thighs, and his hand remains on my throat, not taking away my air completely, but with enough force to make me work for the oxygen I need.

“You don’t get to touch my pretty little pussy without permission.” His breath fans across my face as he struggles to maintain his composure.

His restraint is going to snap at any moment. That should scare me. I should run for the hills at the thought of any man laying claim to part of my body. To me. But I’m not scared. I want to be claimed by him. By them.

This is my choice. I’m choosing to give myself to these men. I know, without a doubt, if I demanded he get off me and let me leave, he would. He wouldn’t hold me prisoner and take what he wanted from me like he did.

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