Page 44 of Snake

Oh dear God, I don’t know if I want them to try or not. My heart is already in my throat at the thought that these three might start a fistfight over me, and my pussy is aching, wondering if they’d let Mason fuck me right here and now...while they watch.

“You’ve got it wrong, Knox,” Silas says. “I’m sure there’s a perfectly innocent explanation for all of this.” Those glacial eyes spear into me. “Obviously you weren’t about to fuck him. Not after the shit you told us this morning.” His voice drops low. “Not after all the shit we told you last night. We’re killers. Why the hell would you want to fuck any of us?”

My heart drums through a standing ovation at Silas’s words, but I can’t manage more than a huff of panicked breath.

“We’ll settle this right now. Give Knox your underwear.”

I guess we all know I won’t obey. My days of subservience are well past. And if Mason hadn’t slung his arm around my waist, pinning me in place, I might even have tried to run. Instead, Knox snakes a hand up my skirt, grabs the hem of my underwear, and wrestles the fabric down my legs. It leaves wet marks behind on my skin, and when he holds it up for Silas to see, the bit that goes between my legs is translucent. Shame flash fries my cheeks, and I squeeze my eyes shut before tears of mortification can run down my face.

Humiliation comes so easy to them, doesn’t it?

Now there’s nothing between Mason and me. I can feel his raging hard-on all the way along my pussy, can feel how hot and thick it is after my brief struggle.

“You two can leave, or you can stay. I don’t give a fuck. Nim’s mine.”

Silas makes an angry sound, forcing my eyes open. He’s staring past me, at Mason. “She’s ours.”

“Yeah?” That dangerous rumble is back in Mason’s voice. He pushes me a little forward on his lap, his hand sliding behind my ass. “Because the way I see it, right now she’s mine.”

He grabs his cock, angles the tip right against my entrance. I pant out a desperate, “No!”, digging my nails into Mason’s arm, desperately trying to stand.

I don’t even see Silas moving. In a heartbeat, he has my wrists clapped together in front of me, standing so close I’m buffeted by the heat of his body. He wrenches my hands up and grazes his teeth over my palms as he stares down at me with eyes the color and heat of a welding torch’s flame. “He’s right, Nim. You’re his now. Either you keep still and let him fuck you, or we take you somewhere more private and hold you down for him. And then if you want to go to the dean and tell him about what savages we are, go ahead.”

Silas tilts his head as he waits for my response. My lips tremble, a protest forming on my tongue. A protest that dissolves when Mason drags the tip of his cock through my drenched folds. I shudder violently at the pleasure that courses through my trapped body, escape not even registering in my mind anymore.

I pant out a frantic, “Fuck!”, turning to glare at Mason “You can’t. Not here. Someone will see.”

“And who’s going to see, baby girl? It’s just us.” Mason drags his cock over my entrance again, pressing against that tight slit as if threatening to go in anyway, permission or not.

I glance up, but I don’t know why I think even for a second Silas will show any mercy. His fierce blue eyes take in my expression before dropping to my lips. “Say yes, and we’ll make you feel all sorts of good.” He squeezes my wrists, grinding my bones together. I yelp at the sharp pain, and tug at my arms.

“Okay. Okay!” I squirm for a moment on Mason’s lap, my cheeks seconds away from catching fire. “But hurry, before someone sees.”

“Hurry?” Mason laughs as he tightens his grip around my waist. “Baby girl, if I hurry, I’ll rip up this pretty little pussy of yours so bad, it’ll take a surgeon to put you back together again.”

Knox trails his fingers up the inside of my thigh. “You don’t want that,” he murmurs, giving my ear a slow lick. “Trust me...you’ll want this slow.”

Mason pushes the tip of his dick against my entrance again, and I whimper when I register how thick it is.

My eyes slam shut as I surrender my body to them. But then Silas pinches my chin, and my eyes fly open again.

“Look at me,” he commands, his voice steel. “I want to see how much it hurts.”

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