Page 124 of Their Will be Done

Now it’s on automatic.

I can’t control the way I clench deep inside when Cass and Apollo touch me. Or how tingles ripple through me when Zachary scrapes that knife over my underwear.

And now?

I have their fingers smearing my pussy with juices that leaked out of me because somehow—some-fucking-how—it appears that I’m actually enjoying this.

I moan in protest, trying to shift back from their fingers. But that only digs Reuben’s dick deeper against my ass.

“No, please, God.” My moans turn into whimpers when Cass and Apollo dip their heads and start teasing my nipples with their teeth. While their fingers are still stroking my wet pussy.

“Fuck!” I yelp as Cass bites down hard enough to leave faint marks on my breast.

A warm, sweet breath rifles the hair by my ear.

If Zachary hadn’t moved the knife away at just the right moment, I’d have it sticking an inch out of my fucking stomach right now, because without any warning, Reuben sits up straight.

The grip around my throat lessens, but only a little, and then I realize why.

He’s unzipping his pants.

“Reuben, no. Please. Please!” I squirm furiously now that there’s no knife pressed to my fucking clit to stop me.

Zachary lets out a muffled laugh around his cigarette. Cold metal presses against my thigh.

Snick, snick.

Heat flashes over my skin as Cass and Apollo yank off my underwear.

Now there’s nothing shielding me from their eyes. Or the warm, hard, cock Reuben releases from his pants a second later.

“P-please,” I murmur, blubbering like a little girl as I start to struggle.

“Ssh,” he murmurs into my ear. And then kisses my earlobe. The side of my jaw. He slings his arm around the front of my throat, and drags me against him as he sinks back on the coach.

He brings his legs together, and for a second I’m convinced they’ll let me close my legs.

Maybe even let me go.

I mean, fuck, they can’t actually do this, can they?

But you want them to, don’t you? More than anything in the world.

I shove the traitorous thought from my head. I said no a dozen times. I’ve yelled, I’ve screamed, I’ve begged. Why the fuck—?

Because you love this.

You’re loving every fucking second of it.

“No,” I whisper furiously.

Apollo and Cass drag Reuben’s jeans down his legs and then hold me down while he takes off his shirt.

Now it’s just flesh against flesh.

While Zachary’s untangling my dress and tugging it off my ankles, I squirm on Reuben’s naked lap.

And that’s when I realize how wet I am, because I can feel it.

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