Page 23 of Scorching Lies

Turning fully in a circle, her gaze lands on my blood-stained skin. Her eyes dart around my exposed flesh, tracing the lines and blotches of red that acts as a skin I never want to shed. The quick rise and fall of her chest draws my attention to the swell of her breasts. When our eyes meet again, something causes her pupils to blow wide. Something hidden in the depths of whatever soul remains there. Is it fear? No. It goes deeper than that.

Want.

Need.

Hunger.

She’s a snake just like us, but is she ready to strike?

Looking back at my brothers, she hesitates before lunging forward towards the ropes, but I’m faster. Using my leg I shove her backwards. she lands flat on her back, the air forced from her lungs. I don't let her catch her breath as I clasp my hand over her ankle, flipping over. A groan passes through her lips when herhead snaps back from the impact. Pressing my dick into her ass to show her how hard I am.

“I can’t wait to sink into your tight cunt.”

She’s breathing heavier now, her chest pressed into the mat, she turns her head to the side for more air. Screams fill the room again from the other side of the ring, where my brothers are playing with their toy.

“Please. Don’t.” She gasps out.

Sitting up on my heels, I pull her up against my front. My fingers pinch the thin material and with one swift motion, it tears right down the middle. The sound of fabric ripping and the screams trying to drown it, is music to my ears. Whimpers mix with wailing, making my dick leak in excitement.

“That’s it, Killer. I bet your cunt is dripping for me.”

Skimming my fingers slowly caress the length of her body. Goosebumps following in my wake. In one fluid motion, I flick her button open and slide her zipper down. Exposing just a hint of the material covering her. “He’s getting a little sleepy brother.” West says, letting me know I need to hurry.

Leaning closer to her ear, “I hate to rush, but we have a point to make. Next time I’ll take my time fucking this pussy. It’s mine to take. Remember that, Killer.”

Tugging her jeans down to the bottom of her thighs, I twist her thong and with a snap, it rips between her legs. Her scream has me almost blacking out from ecstasy. Dragging us both to the edge of the mat, I push her down, leaving her perfect ass in the air. One hand presses between her shoulders keeping her head down, making sure she can see the man bleeding for her. Myother hand slides between her thighs, coating my fingers in her slick heat.

“Fuck. You’re so wet for me baby.” My head drops forward to take in the sight before me.

Unbuttoning my jeans, a deep growl comes from my chest at the sudden relief. I pull my dick free, using my fingers to coat myself in her arousal. Starting from the tip and spreading it down, all nine inches. I guide myself to her entrance, resting my tip against her opening. My other hand snakes into her hair, wrapping it around my fist and pulling her head back at the root.

“This is all for you. He’s bleeding just for you.”

“Ryker please.” She cries.

I slide my dick into her all the way to the hilt.Fucking hell. So. Fucking.Tight.Her pussy holds my dick prisoner. Clenching so hard around me, I couldn’t move if I wanted to.

I never fucking want too.

She shakes with sobs, screaming in pure bliss and agony with how full I make her. Wiping the tears that fall down her face, I add them to the beautiful mess we’re creating together. It takes every ounce of control I have to pause, giving her a moment to adjust. At the slight relaxing of her walls, my hips begin to move.

“Eyes on him, little killer. Squeeze my cock while he watches what I do to you.”

My hand slides from her hair, only to find a new home around her throat, cutting off her whimpers. Pulling almost all the way out, her walls trying to hold me like a Venus fly trap. Such a needy little bitch. My needy little bitch. Snapping my hips forward, I slam into her. Over, and over, and fucking over.Fucking her in punishing strokes, my nails dig into her hip. Gasping for air, she claws at the hand around her throat, but her hips move back meeting me thrust for thrust. Whimpers turn into moans. Cole and West continue their work of art on the man at our feet while I fuck Kenna into oblivion. Her pussy quivers around my cock with each stroke.

“That’s a good girl, you love watching what we do for you. Only you, Kenna.”

Thrust. Whimper. Moan. Thrust. Scream.

“Fuck. Your pussy was made for me. You. Are. Mine!” Moaning out the last word, I slam into her again.

“Rye, please.” She begs but this time it’s for more. Always more. She’s a needy little bitch.

The lethal grip I have clasped on both of her hips is unrelenting. Ensuring she’ll be bruised tomorrow.

“My little fucking slut. You’re such a whore for me. Come on my dick, Kenna. Squeeze my cock like a good girl.”

“He’s done.” Cole calls, not looking this way.

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