Page 11 of Ruthless Angel

I knew he was trying to antagonize me right back. It worked. Daire knew he had me right where he wanted me. There wasn’t a damn thing I could do but be the toy they’d made me agree to be. Every time these dicks showed me a glimpse of a softer side, they steamrolled right over it, quick to remind me that they were stone-cold assholes.

As if trying to bring some softness to the moment to counter Daire’s hard edge, Cash gently touched my cheek. He caressed my face, watching me intently as I bobbed up and down on his shaft.

“You’re so fucking good at that,” he murmured. “I want to see my cum on your tongue before you swallow every drop.”

It took great effort not to roll my eyes. I was angry now. Anything they said or did would only anger me further because it was bullshit. Cash hadn’t done anything to deserve my ire this time. However, he also hadn’t stopped Daire from carrying out this ridiculous show of domination. They were both jerks.

Cash’s breaths came faster, a moan dropping from his lips. He stared me right in the eye when he came in my mouth. As he’d requested, I opened wide to show him the creamy cum before swallowing. He patted my cheek in appreciation.

I jerked back, an annoyed glare stealing over my face. Daire yanked on the belt around my neck, pulling me toward him.

“My turn.” He nodded to the hard outline of his erection in his jeans.

We stared at one another for a long, strained moment. Stifling a sigh, I reached for his jeans, taking out his cock. The silver piercing in the head gave me a focal point, allowing me to break eye contact. The weight of Daire’s gaze fell upon me. I hated it.

I tried to start off slow with teasing licks and sucks. That wasn’t what Daire wanted. He grabbed my hair and shoved my head down on his cock while aggressively thrusting into my mouth.

My shocked gag didn’t deter him. It only encouraged his brutality. Holding tight to my head with both hands, he fucked my mouth with a fierceness that made my jaw ache and my pussy tingle.

I felt disgusted with myself for enjoying it in any way. Daire was sick. An asshole that took whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. I could never have feelings for someone like him.

While his piercing hit the back of my throat over and over, that’s what I kept telling myself. I hated Daire. I shouldn’t even care about Blaze. And Cash was happy to play along with anything the other two came up with. Scum. All of them.

“Jesus, your mouth feels like heaven,” Daire groaned.

He didn’t give me a chance to breathe properly or wipe the drool from the corner of my mouth. He kept thrusting until I was sure I would black out. Just when I thought I may actually do that due to the lack of proper oxygen, he shoved deep in my throat and released a hot spurt of cum.

For a moment, I struggled to swallow without choking. I thought I might cough it up all over him. Thankfully, that didn’t happen.

My face felt red and hot. As soon as he released my head, I shoved to my feet and darted from the room. Taking the stairs two at a time, I ran up to Blaze’s room and slammed the bedroom door shut, turning the lock.

I didn’t know where else to go. I just needed to get away from them. To be alone with my thoughts.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Daire’s voice grew closer as he raced up the stairs after me.

He tried the door, finding it locked. That didn’t stop him. He kicked the door open with a bang that made me shriek.

“Leave me alone,” I shouted, searching for anything to use as a weapon. “I don’t want to see your face right now, Daire.”

My gaze landed on Blaze’s guitar. Snatching it up, I swung it like a baseball bat. Unfortunately, Daire caught it, tearing it from my grasp.

That didn’t stop me from trying again. I threw anything I could at him. A decorative box filled with loose change and spare keys. A text book from one of Blaze’s classes last semester. Even a half full water bottle. Daire blocked everything except the book which smacked him in the chest before hitting the floor.

Surging forward, Daire grabbed me by both arms. He pulled me against him, trapping me against his chest. “Would you calm the fuck down? What is your problem?”

“You are my problem,” I spat, fighting uselessly to get away. “You’re a controlling asshole who can’t handle a woman with her own thoughts and opinions. I’m not a doll, Daire. I’m not your puppet to control.”

The son of a bitch laughed right in my face. “Are you finished yet?”

“Not even close. I’m sick of having to choose every word carefully so I don’t set you off. I’m done with that shit. Is it really so impossible for you to act like a human being instead of a damn monster all the time?”

Holding tight to my arms, Daire backed me up toward the bed. The smirk he wore never left his face. He shoved me down onto the mattress, pinning my wrists in front of me with one hand while using his other hand to pull my sweatpants down. He flung them onto the floor, my underwear quickly following.

Shoving my legs apart, he buried his face between my thighs, licking my pussy with a shocking hostility. The sudden heat of his mouth against me stole my breath. He tongued my clit with a forceful precision that had me squirming on the bed beneath him.

“Your pussy is pretty damn wet for someone who thinks I’m such a monster.” Daire paused to glance up at me. “Stop pretending you’re such a good girl, Clover. We both know that’s bullshit. You fucking love being our doll.”

“Fuck you.” My words ended on a moan as he sucked my clit into his mouth.

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