Page 83 of Deliver us from Evil

“Fuck, she is.” Cass groans. “Beg him for his cock, my beautiful little slut,” he says, reaching over and grabbing a fistful of her hair.

“Fuck me,” Trinity says, turning to kiss the inside of Cass’s wrist.

“Hard,” Cass says.

“Fuck me hard,” she says, her eyes shining with lust when she turns to look at me.

I force myself deeper inside her, her tight little pussy making every inch a struggle.

“Oh God, I’m so fucking close,” Cass mutters through his teeth. He slaps away her hand and moves up the bed. “Open your fucking mouth, my little slut.”

Trinity turns to him, eyes wide with shock. “What did you—”

He grabs her jaw, forces open her mouth, and rams his cock down her throat.

I squeeze her ass hard, and she yelps in pain, but the sound is muffled around Cass’s cock. He fucks her mouth, a hand fisted in her hair, the other around her throat, pushing her into Zachary’s chest.

Zachary groans, and I feel the aftershock of his body convulsing as it travels through Trinity’s body right to my cock. Zach’s cum hits her cunt, soaking my dick. I flinch at the unexpected heat, but it makes sliding into her a little easier. So I go in another inch while Cass forces his dick between her lips again and again.

Then she chokes. His load seeps out between her lips, but he doesn’t take his dick out. He slams a fist into the headboard as his back arches, and rams another inch of himself down her throat.

She chokes again, and this time he pulls out. She splutters and gasps, dragging a hand over her mouth and giving him a death glare. “You fucking asshole!”

He taps the side of her face. Laughs. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m only getting started.”

He looks over at me, a strange smile lifting the corner of his mouth. “We’re all only getting started.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Trinity

Ithought I was in control.

I’m not.

I thought they were just pawns in my game, that I could move them about and give them orders.

They’re not.

And the most fucked up thing about all of this?

I’m loving it.

Every lewd, hedonistic second of it.

Because I don’t want to control them. I want them to take what they want, when they want it. As rough and as savagely as they want, as they can.

Apollo wraps his hand around mine, forcing me to stroke him harder and then slower. From his face, he looks ready to come too. And when he looks up, rapturous, it’s as if Cass knows too.

“Ever had your dick sucked, Apollo?” Cass asks.

He shakes his head, lips parting.

And then Rube starts pushing his dick into me again. Just the tip, and that already stretches me. I moan, rocking my hips to try and get him deeper inside me, but Apollo and Cass are still holding me down. Spreading my legs for Reuben and making sure my pussy is as wide open as it can go.

“Open your mouth again, my little slut. You have another dick to suck.”

I glare at Cass, because now he’s talking in rhymes and sounding so full of himself I want to slap him.

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