Page 32 of The Rise

“Starring at me, Hunter.”

“That bother you?” he asks, and I nod my head. Then I see the dark, sinister grin tug across his face. Hunter pulls me to the center of the room before forcing me to the floor. The chains that usually hold someone’s ankles are now wrapped around my wrists to hold me in place. I jerk at them as everyone in the room watches me.

“Hunter!” I snap at him, but he just chuckles.

“You wanted to put on your own little show by running, didn’t you, little rebel? Now you can show them just what I do to you.” His words send a chill over my body as he leans down and spreads my legs wide. I try to pull them back when he calls for Rylan and Silas. They each move to either side of me, grabbing a leg and pulling it back. I try to fight them, but it’s useless. They’re so much stronger than I am.

That’s when Hunter leans down and runs his tongue along my slit. I gasp and arch my back, trying to fight what I feel. I shake my head, not wanting everyone to watch me like this, although it isn’t the first time he’s had me on display.

“Stop!” I cry out as his tongue dips inside of me. I keep trying to kick my legs, but they keep holding onto them tightly as Hunter licks at me.

“I’m never stopping. You’re going to show them how much you want me, Lana. How much you fucking need me,” Hunter roars before diving back in. He licks, he sucks, and he makes me scream his name. He knows exactly what it is he’s doing to me, and every single man here is a witness to it. I feel my cheeks flush, knowing that they’re all seeing me like this, but I can’t seem to find it in me to care when he pulls an orgasm from me.

“Oh God!” I cry out as he laughs.

“Your God. I’m your God, Lana.” He reminds me as his fingers find their way inside me. He works them in and out before pulling them free and shoving them in my mouth. I gag when he presses them down the back of my throat, and he smiles. He likes this.

Hunter sits back a little and pulls his cock from his jeans, not ashamed that everyone is watching him. He strokes himself as the other two keep my legs pulled back. Those piercings feel like nothing I’ve ever felt before in my life and I can’t pull my eyes away from them as I watch him.

Hunter grins at me, knowing I’m watching him as I lick my lips. Then he leans back in, teasing my entrance and causing me to groan.

“Tell them, little rebel. Tell them who you belong to now,” he urges me, pushing just the tip inside. I gasp and need more. I want more.

“You.”

“And who am I?” he asks, pulling back out of me.

“My God! You’re my God!” I scream for him. No one says a word as he thrusts all the way into me. His piercings hit all the right places and have me whimpering and gasping for air at the same time. Hunter grabs my inner thighs and parts me further as he dives in. I can’t control the sounds coming from my mouth, and I don’t think anyone cares if I do. I tug at my arms, wanting to touch him. Needing to feel him, but he just laughs and fucks me harder. I’m spread wide open for any of them to see, but at the moment, I don’t care. All I want is him. Hunter.

“You’re going to come all over my cock, little rebel? You going to show them just how good I fuck you?” he asks as he keeps pumping into me. I keep pulling at the chains binding my arms until I feel blood dripping down my wrists. Hunter looks up, and a loud growl rips from his throat.

“That’s right, little rebel. Fucking bleed for me!” he roars as his cock swells inside me. His hand comes down to my clit and roughly circles it. My body tenses, and I let go, coming for him just like he wanted me to. I cry out his name, my pussy milking his cock for everything he has.

Hunter groans as he pulls out of me, and the guys release my legs. They fall to the floor, and the guys laugh as they stand and walk away.

Chapter 15

Hunter

I unlock her wrists, and she quickly pulls them down to her chest, rubbing them. I see the blood, and I can’t think of anything sexier than seeing this woman bleed for me. I reach up and run my fingers through the blood before tracing her lips with it. Then I lean down and take her mouth with mine. I kiss her hard, tasting her blood on my lips.

“You’re mine,” I growl against her mouth before pulling away and standing, offering my hand to her. She reaches out and takes my hand, and I pull her from the floor. Everyone has turned and gone on with their business after watching her get thoroughly fucked.

I lead her naked body through the room and down the hall to my room. Once inside, I take her to the bathroom and get her wrists cleaned up. My cock leaps at the sight, though. That fucker can’t help himself.

“I’m not going to say sorry,” I tell her as I clean her up and apply some cream to the cuts.

“I wouldn’t expect you to.” I finish cleaning her up and then lead her back into the bedroom, where I pull the blankets back and help her in. She scoots to the side, and I slide in behind her, wrapping my arm around her waist and tugging her closer to me. I breathe her in as she lays in my arms, and I know this isn’t going to end. I don’t know why, but I want to keep her, and I will. This obsession I have with Lana is real, and I’m not sure how to stop it. Not that I’d want to.

I lay with her until she finally fell asleep. Then I slide out of the bed and head back to the main room.

“You wore her ass out,” Hoax says as I walk into the room. I grin at him before motioning to him and the others to come with me. We walk into one of the offices and sit down so we can talk.

“What’s going on?” Rylan asks.

“I need to find them.”

“Who?”

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