Page 8 of The Vixen's Vice

I shake my head weakly, my mind still foggy from the hurricane that just tore through my system. “I… I don’t?—”

“You don’t what, my rose?” he interrupts, sliding his hand to my throat and cupping it lovingly. “You don’tknowhow beautiful you look when you’re cumming on my cock? Well, why don’t we ask your fiancé?” he growls, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at Landon again. “How did she look, pussy cat? What was your favorite part? Personally, it’s when her eyes roll back when I pinch her swollen little cli?—”

“Mph Are Uh!” He mumbles, pulling uselessly against his restraints. He seems pissed, although, when I gaze at his lower half, I can’t help but notice his cock is straining painfully against the cage.Odd…

Zay laughs cruelly, bucking his hips slightly before picking up his pace again. Even though I just came, the blissful feeling of his cock has a new wave of pleasure building in my veins within minutes. The fog collects in my mind the longer he toys with me, and I’m just lucid enough to see Zay toss something small and silver to Landon.A key.

He tries the metal collar first, and when that doesn’t work, he looks to his cock in despair. Fitting the key into the lock, he releases his dick with a pained groan. An apology swirls in his light eyes as he meets my gaze, and a moment later, he palms his cock and begins stroking it slowly.

Zay laughs darkly as he continues fucking me, and I’m helpless to do anything but watch as Landon’s cock swells, his eyes hungry as he watches my face twisted in pleasure at Zay’s doing. And then, he comes.

My eyes widen in shock as Landon shoots his hot jizz all over the floor, his head tipped back in a deep throaty groan. He keeps rubbing, a frown building between his brows when his erection refuses to go down.

“Wha–what the fuck?” Landon curses, fisting his cock and rubbing it violently. Uncontrollably. “Why…?”

“It’s the lovely concoction I gave you earlier.” Zay smirks as he presses his thumb against my asshole, causing a squeak to leave my mouth. “You’ll want to rub and rub and rub, but nothing will scratch that itch you have. Nothing, except the antidote.”

“W-where is it?” Landon asks, his face twisted as he fights another orgasm. “Where?”

“You’ll get it soon enough,” he says, his cock stilling inside me. “But first, I want to make a deal.”

“What deal?” Landon demands.

“You are engaged to Carlotta, no? That needs to end. Now.”

I open my mouth to object, but Landon is already speaking. “Done.”

“What the fuck?” I spit, shooting daggers at my so-called fiancé. “Are you serious? After all we’ve been through?”

He looks pained, though I have a feeling it’s more to do with the raging erection he’s currently nursing. “I’m sorry, Lottie?—”

“You know what? Just stop.” My face twists in disgust. I can’t believe I wasted so much of my time on a man this spineless. “And don’t call me that. Clearly, we’re not close enough for that.”

“Lottie…” he whines, his mouth twisted in an ugly frown as he turns to face Zay. “It’shisfault, Lottie. He’s the one who’s doing this! He’s the one who kidnapped us, who’s breaking us!”

“You didn’t need any help breaking us,” I snap. “We’ve been done for years. This is just the nail in the coffin.”

“Lottie—”

“While I’m super enjoying watching him squirm like a worm, I really need to finish the negotiation.”

Landon looks at him in alarm. “I already said I’d call off the engagement! What more do you want?”

He just tips his head, his chest shaking with a laugh. “Isn’t it obvious?”

His hand grips my throat possessively, and I have no questions about what he means.

My face goes red. “What? That’s preposterous?—”

“Done.”

My mouth pops as Zay throws a key and a syringe to Landon, all while still thrusting violently inside me. Landon grabs the shot greedily, pushing it into his thigh before he uses the key to unlock the metal collar. In moments, Landon’s erection subsides, and he breathes a deep sigh of relief.

Giving me an apologetic look, he shuffles toward the exit, his head hung low while I struggle against my restraints.

“Landon! Landon don’t leave me here!” I cry, my eyes wide and body confused from the conflicting feelings running through me.

“I’m sorry, Lottie,” he says, though his face lacks any true conviction. “I’ll come back for you, I promise…”

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