Page 88 of The Secrets of a Sin

I try moving out of her hold, but she only squeezes me tighter.

“Do it until she’s fucking writhing.”

I shake my head no, but the damage is done when I feel her finger fall onto my nub. Her pressure is soft at first, barely there, and I feel my soul sinking in my chest. Disintegrating into nothing, she starts to strip away at my dignity, at my fucking spirit and destroys it with her attempt to make me feel good.

And to my humiliation and disgust, she does. It’s nothing like the way Arsen makes me feel, but her finger does its job and causes my eyes to flutter.

“Get your finger wet and use more pressure.” Annalise orders, clearly flustered and eager to have her chance with me, but to my surprise, she remains at my side. Priscilla obeys, removes her finger, and the sound of sucking fills the room before she places her now-soaked finger back on my clit, and this time with more strength.

“Fuck, she’s wet.” Priscilla groans as she makes small circles over me that have me wanting more.

At this point, nothing was going to stop the burning that was building inside my belly. As fucked-up as it was, I wanted to lose myself to the feeling of her touch and worry about the shame and pain of it later. There was no stopping the inevitable, and there was no denying my greed for a climax. Even if it was considered assault, my body clearly didn’t recognize that.

“Then lick her.” Annalise announces nonchalantly. “And tell me what she tastes like.”

I don’t even have a second to react before I feel Priscilla’s wet tongue glide over me. As much as I wanted to pretend it was Arsen devouring me, I couldn’t deny the differences in their approach. While they both savored me, Priscilla ate me with skill. She knew exactly where to touch and what sent a woman into a frenzy, while Arsen completely shattered me with his tongue. I could hear the sloppy sounds of our juices intermingling and the groans of pleasure vibrating against my thighs.

“I could eat her for days.” Priscilla growls as she comes up for air from in-between my legs. Conflicting feelings of wanting her back on my pussy and wanting her off me swipe around in the back of my head, but regardless of what I wanted, they were going to follow their own plans.

“Suck on her clit like you do mine, and we’ll see if she can handle it.” Annalise continues to call out demands, and like a puppet, Priscilla follows.

She suctions my clit into her mouth like a vacuum and attacks my center with violent jabs from her tongue. My legs widen.

Her mouth was so powerful that, even in my drugged state, she manages to make me open my legs. My breathing felt strained with the cloth over my mouth, but despite my efforts to try and remove it with my tongue and teeth, I’m stopped the second I realize Annalise has risen from beside me.

“Don’t stop what you’re doing to her, P.” Annalise moans as my body ignites. “Feel out her hole while you suck on her.”

Jesus Christ.

Her hand connects with my thigh first, squeezing the flesh until she moves it down, where she starts teasing my hole with slow, languid circles. With attention on both sensitive parts of me, I soar. I can’t spot the numerous emotions that are churning inside of me as she completely ruins me with her touch. The unavoidable damage they were causing to my psyche but also the yearning for more of their touch. It was beyond sickening to even have a passionate thought about what they were doing, but the more I tried to fight it, the fiercer her movements became.

“Annalise might want you on a deeper level, but this.” She slithers the length of her tongue over me. “This is perfectly fine with me. Licking you and fucking you whenever I please.”

“Fu...ck y….ou.” I muster up every ounce of strength I have and respond to their assault. Priscilla lifts slightly from in between my legs and clashes her eyes with mine.

“We intend to one day, little mouse. Don’t worry.”

A promise.

They were never going to let me go.

Frustration begins to consume me, and I scream under my gag. My throat charrs with the intensity of it, but I am soon stopped with a hard bite to my clit.

“Shut the hell up, drama queen.” Priscilla snarls. “You think this is fucking torture? That us trying to make you come is torment when you clearly like what I'm doing?”

This is far worse than death, in my opinion. I’d rather be shot or stabbed than have them feel the satisfaction of making me orgasm when, in reality, it could be anyone down there with a skilled tongue. They could both make me come, and I’d feel absolutely nothing for them besides hatred.

“That's enough, Priscilla.” Annalise comes up behind her and grabs a chunk of her dark hair before yanking. Her face comes up from my center, and a contorted expression comes across her face. “I want to make her come.”

With Priscilla out from between my legs, I take the opportunity to try and close them before Annalise can take her spot. Unfortunately, in her sober condition, she pries my legs apart in one swift movement and stares directly into my eyes.

“He will never compete with me because I can do so much more to your body.” She growls, and all I can think about is who she thought he was.

Did she know about Arsen?

She lowers herself down as her eyes remain on me. “He will never respect a woman's body like I will.” With her mouth now breathing warm air over my pussy, she slowly darts her tongue out. “He will never know the right way to bring a woman to orgasm.” Up and down, she flicks on me softly. “You worship her entirely and create a madness within her body that is impossible to ignore.”

I couldn’t deny the pleasurable feeling she constructed inside of me. The raw hunger in her eyes as she licked on me stupefied me even further into the catatonic state I was already under. Despite my revulsion for Annalise, I couldn’t reject the small amount of attraction I had towards her.

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