Page 33 of Absentia Mori

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

His fingers are soft and gentle as he combs them through my pubic hair. It’s soothing, and I hate that I like it. He drags the razor down and shaves the first patch off. My adrenaline surges, and I feel like I might have a full-blown panic attack. But he’s careful with the blade. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

He rubs more oil on my newly bared flesh, and it sends a spasm to my core. My insides are throbbing with need. I unclench and surrender to him. When he’s done, he leans down and plants a soft kiss on my clit.

Fabien palms my pussy. “Fuck, so soft. Mmm.”

I let out a moan as he slips a finger inside me.

Raithe presses down on my clit, rubbing it in circles. “Fuck, we’re gonna do so many bad things to you.”

Something in me breaks.

Yes.

I want it all. Every filthy vile thing they want to do to me.

“Please,” I beg as I arch my back, consumed with need. I crave release.I need to cum.

“Thatta girl.” Raithe spreads my pussy lips apart just as Fabien thrusts two fingers inside.

I scream out in ecstasy. “Fuck.”

Mordecai snickers. “I’m going to carve my name right here, princess. So you never forget who owns your cunt.” He presses his fingers just above my clit.

With Raithe and Fabien’s names on both my thighs, Mordecai’s name forms the perfect circle of our sick little group.

I draw in a deep breath and brace for the pain. But as he digs the razor into my skin, Fabien adds a third finger inside my pussy. I’m overstimulated, caught between the pleasure and pain.

“Yeah, fuck. Please don’t stop,” I beg.

Raithe stretches my folds back wider, opening me up to a fourth finger from Fabien, while Mordecai takes his time carving each letter of his name into my flesh.

My arms ache from the straitjacket, and I’ve lost feeling in my hands. I want to break free so I can touch them back, but they’ll never give me that control. Somehow that makes me hotter for them.

Sweat beads on Mordecai’s brow as he focuses, drawing each line with precision like it’s a work of art. “If anyone else touches your cunt but us, I’ll kill them and you.”

Another spasm rolls through me. “And what about you?” I pant. “Will the three of you swear your loyalty to me?”

The three of them exchange a look before Mordecai dabs at the blood on my abdomen. He sits back to look at his work.“There. Now you’re mine and theirs. These marks will never be stripped from you so long as we take breath.”

“You didn’t answer my—”

Fabien tucks his thumb and shoves his entire fist inside my pussy. I open my mouth in surprise, a gurgling cry escaping my throat. “Holy…”

Mordecai scrapes his teeth across my cheek before biting down hard on it. It stings and tingles, but I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want any of it to stop.

I roll my hips and ride Fabien’s fist. He grinds into me with brute force, with wild abandon, and with no concern for gentleness. He glares back at me with those seductive, blue eyes as he rips me apart.

Raithe squeezes my breasts over the straitjacket as he licks the side of my neck. “Shut the fuck up, Libra. You ask too many fucking questions.”

My orgasm builds, threatening to stop my heart. Taunting me into complete submission to these monsters.

As a wave of spasms seizes my clit, I part my lips in ecstasy. Mordecai nibbles on my ear. “We swore our loyalty to you a long time ago, Lib.”

What the fuck?

I turn to look at him, but he pushes my face down into the pillow.

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