Page 123 of Their Will be Done

I lean forward, running the sharp tip of the knife over one hipbone, then the next.

Cass groans softly in the base of his throat, and shifts as if the hard-on trapped behind his jeans is giving him grief. That or his bruised ass. Probably a combination of the two because he enjoys pain as much as I enjoy inflicting it.

With her dress tangled around her spread-apart knees, only her panties on, she looks like a doll sitting on Reuben’s lap. His thick thighs are twice the size of hers. That arm of his looks capable of snapping her in half if she so much as breathes wrong.

It’s impossible to miss Reuben’s dick either. Still trapped behind his jeans, that massive ridge looks like it’s trying to nestle into her ass crack. No way she can’t feel it. No way she can’t realize where that dick is destined to burrow itself as soon as we’re done playing with our supper.

My cock wants to bust a seam trying to get out of my jeans at the thought.

And tonight, he can’t back out either.

We have two cherries to pop.

My knife hitches against the hem of her underwear and then travels straight down between her legs. From where I’m sitting, I have the perfect view of her cunt—if she wasn’t wearing these panties.

Trinity sits absolutely still, lips parted, eyes hooded as if in resignation. I pause right above her clit—nothing but a film of fabric between her and the knife. Holding the tip there, I smile at her and slowly drag at my cigarette.

“You keep telling us to stop, but this wet pussy is singing a different tune.”

Her tits quiver when she dares to take a breath. “Please, Zachary. Don’t do this.”

“You’ve changed your mind?”

She swallows and dares to shift. I guess Reuben’s getting harder by the second. That comfy lap ain’t so comfy anymore.

“Yes. I…wanted this but not anymore. So please, let me go.”

“You’re a good liar,” I tell her. “One of the best I’ve met.” I glance at Cass, then at Apollo. “Go on, boys.” I cock my head at her cunt. “Check for yourselves how badly Trinity doesn’t want this.”

Cass wastes no time, and Apollo’s only a beat behind him. They trail their fingers over her thighs while she starts kicking up as much as a fuss as she dares with my knife tip held so close to her clit.

Their fingers trace the plain hem of her underwear before they each sink a hand behind that filmy fabric. They’re both staring at her, as if daring her to look at them, but she’s staring straight at me.

She holds her composure for a second longer, and then her lips start trembling again.

“No, no, no, please, stop, stop!”

But they just keep going.

Their fingers inadvertently lift the fabric up as they pass, sending the tip of the knife slicing through.

Her scandalized gasp could either be for the naked blade now teasing the fuzz above her clit, or those fingers sliding over her wet folds.

Because, from where I’m sitting, I can see she’s soaked right the fuck through.

Betrayed by her own depravity.

Just like us.

Chapter Forty-Four

Trinity

I’m light-headed. Confused. Scared shitless. Naked but for my useless underwear, I’ve never felt this exposed.

Or this turned-on.

As soon as Cass touched me earlier, it was like he’d turned a switch in my brain. Not the part that does the thinking—ha, if only—but the part that controls my body.

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