Page 27 of Twist Me

I watched her fidget harder, fear and fucking euphoria in those eyes.

“You can’t hide from us, Little Lamb,” I said, reaching into my pants and gripping my throbbing cock.

“I can’t…” Her little moans muffled her words. Pharaoh slid his hand over her chest, her gasp at his touch a delicious sound.

“Your heart is beating so fucking hard, Little Princess.”

Judas breathed in her scent, his tone husky and his warped fairytale tattooed hands wrapping around her pretty throat like a vise. “Is that because you are scared we’ll fuck your sinful little body?”

I moved closer to her, smiling wide and letting her see my hand pump back and forth inside my pants. “Or is it because you're afraid that youwantus to?”

She whimpered, pulling her wrists harder now.

“I-I….”

Nodding to my brothers, they freed her. Her little body dropped back to the ground with a click of her shoes. The sound seemed so loud in the quiet little room.

“Take what you want,Ezello,” I demanded.

Stepping back from her with my brothers and watching her face as all our hands started working our cocks in front of those wanting eyes.

She watched us, panting and trying to catch her breath. She watched our hands even though they were hidden underthe fabric of our pants.I stroked myself harder, letting out my frustrated moan that was desperate for release.Her pouty lips parted, her eyes unwilling to leave my hand.

“Take…what,” I repeated, my hand pumping faster, my breath coming out in ragged, husky whispers just like my brother's groans of need. Pharaoh growled next, stepping closer to her and the wall.

“You,” he said.

Last was Judas, his pounding hand frantic as he cemented the words of our threat, walking forward to join us.

“Want.”

The cop walked forward to us now, her steps measured and dazed, her hands reaching out like they had a mind of their own.

“I want…” she started, running her fingertips over my tattooed arms, the feeling making me hiss.

She let that hand drift over each of our chests. That heat she gave off made us all growl with our need. Transfixed, she dipped her fragile hand beneath her pants. Slowly, she brought it back out, glistening. Staring at her hand that was covered in her juices, she was so confused. I chuckled and opened my mouth to her.

She walked too slow, and I had to release my dick to grab her hand and envelop her sticky fingers in my mouth. Her fucking spellbinding taste made me feel dizzy, the sweet honey ingrained in my brain like a damn branding knife.

A timer sounded, a buzzing and metallic click as the lock disengaged.

My brothers cursed, knowing their playtime was over as that meant the guards’ shift change was coming, and we hadn’t paid these new ones off. With ragged, angered grunts, they pulled their hands free of their pants and took off, leaving the Little Lamb and me alone.

Finally.

She’d always been my toy to break first.

She snapped her head up, eyeing the door.

“We have played this game before, Little Lamb,” I warned, observing her carefully.

My body was so primed, like a fucking gun about to pop off. She stared at me, spinning her body away from the door’s entrance to face me. She sauntered forward to where I stood in the center of the room.

Unsure of what she was doing, I watched her. She had a series of emotions playing across her pretty face: anger, lust, curiosity, fear, and…resolve. I was becoming more interested by the second, and so juiced I could barely see straight.

When she got to where I stood, she reached out her hands, tentative and searching, as she stroked my stomach. She was circling me, and I had to turn my body to keep the heat of her hands off my skin. She shoved her hands down onto my cock.

The action made us both gasp.

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