Page 18 of Syndicate of Sin Bundle

“Because …” I took a deep breath. “You own me.”

“That’s right,” he said. “I choose who gets to put their cock all the way down that fragile throat of yours. I choose who gets to fuck your tight little ass.” He glanced at his guards. “I can let them all fuck you right here while I watch, and you can’t say anything about it. Do you understand?”

I pressed my lips together, my heart racing.

When I didn’t say anything, he cleared his throat, stood, and walked over to me, posturing over my naked body. “Do. You. Understand?”

I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

He paused for a long moment, stepped away from me again, eyes never leaving mine, and then he tilted his head in the direction of one of his guards. “Marco, you know what to do.”

The guard walked over to me, and my eyes widened.

Oh my fucking God. This guy is absolutely psychotic. He wasn’t fucking kidding.

I backed away, shaking my head, yet the heat in my core grew hotter. The guard, Marco, was the same one from this morning and must’ve been one of Cristian’s closest. He was big, brawny, and absolutely terrifying. I stared at Cristian as Marco tugged off his shirt, undid his belt, and pushed down his pants. Cristian’s eyes were clouded with anger and rage.

“Anywhere but her pussy, Marco.” He smirked at me. “Her pussy’s mine.”

Marco picked me up, sat on the table, then placed me right on top of him, my back against his chest. I pulled my legs together, trying to hide my pussy from all the other guards and from Cristian. I didn’t want him to know that … whatever he was planning … wasn’t a punishment for me.

Marco spread my legs, placing my feet on the opposite sides of his thighs so everyone could see my glistening pussy, and pressed himself against my ass. My pussy tightened, readying for the punishment I was about to get. He pushed himself inside of me, and I squirmed in his arms, my breasts bouncing. He dug his fingers into my sides and held me in place. I gazed up at the bleak ceiling.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He was so big—his arms, his body, his cock.

“Eyes on me, principessa.” I could hear the smirk in Cristian’s voice. “I want to see that pretty face of yours before I let my men ruin it.”

I gazed over at him, my brow furrowed. He stared at me like he owned me—because he did—and placed his hand on his thigh. I glanced down at his light-gray suit pants, seeing the imprint of his cock against it. God, I never thought this would happen.

“Spread her legs, Marco. I want to see how desperate her pussy is for a cock,” he said.

Marco curled his arms under my legs and spread them wider, so the guards could watch his cock ram into my ass. With every thrust, my tits bounced. Marco grasped one in his hand, tugging on my nipple. Cristian gazed at me, his jaw clenching slightly.

I tried to suppress my moans, but the pressure was too much. I opened my mouth to let out a small whimper but couldn’t stop myself from screaming instead. Marco groaned under me, thrusting his cock harder into me. And I continued to moan, louder and louder each time. I’d been waiting so long for this.

Cristian nodded to another guard, who walked over to me, kneeled on the table with us, pulled down his pants, and forced his cock down my throat. I gagged on it as he tangled his hand in my hair, face-fucking me.

I looked over at Cristian, like I knew he wanted me to, and moaned on the guard’s cock, my pussy clenching over and over and over. God, I needed Cristian inside of me, thrusting his cock deep into my pussy, filling me up, taking me. It was the thought that I’d been touching myself to for the past couple of days.

He nodded to one of his other guards, who walked over to me, knelt on the table, and pulled out his cock too.

“Why don’t you take another one?” Cristian said, walking closer to me.

One of the men thrust into my mouth a few times, then the other, then back and forth, over and over while he stalked toward me, drawing his fingers up the insides of my thighs and teasing me.

“Who’s letting you feel good?” Cristian asked me.

I gagged on one of their cocks, spit dripping out of my mouth, and tried to answer. But when nothing coherent came out of my mouth, he slapped my pussy hard with his hand.

“Who’s making you feel good?”

The guard pushed himself all the way down my throat, and Cristian wrapped his hand around my neck, squeezing tightly. My cheeks flushed, and I stared up at him with tears in my eyes. My pussy clenched. I parted my lips to try to say something, but nothing could come out, except more spit and a sloppy, wet gagging sound.

He slapped my pussy harder, and I gagged again. The guard pulled his cock out of me, and I gasped for breath.

Cristian wrapped both his hands around my neck, forcing me to look at him. “You don’t want to know what happens if you make me ask it again.”

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