Page 27 of Lords of Ruin: Owned

I huff, and roll my eyes.

“Without the attitude, Princess.” Vincent warns and I flash him a smile so sickly sweet, I hope he gets a cavity in his perfect teeth.

Adjusting my attitude, I slide the hoodie over my head, leaving me in a denim skirt and my unicorn socks. Cast eyes gleam with approval. Vincent wolf calls, but when my eyes land on Damien there is nothing. It’s like he is watching the same episode of theSimpsonsfor the thirtieth time. With a smirk, I lean down and slide off both of my socks dropping them to the ground. Turning my ass to Damien, I bend over and slowly slide my skirt off, giving him a nice view of my ass and bare pussy.

“Damn, Princess.” Vincent whistles. “If this is the last sight I see, I will die a happy man.”

“Gorgeous.” Cast murmurs.

Damien grunts, and I turn just in time to see him adjust his pants.Take that asshole.

“Down, cariña.” Cast commands. “On all fours.”

“Excuse me?” I snap, looking around at all three guys because I will not be led around like a dog. I mean I know some people like it and to each their own, but not me, or at least I don’t think me.

“Down, Princess.” Vincent’s stern voice makes me drop to my knees and I don’t know why he can always get me to do things I don’t want to, just by changing the tone of his voice.

I twist my thighs, aware of every spot on my body that is exposed to him, to all of them. I place my palms on the floor, arching my back, looking at Cast through my eyelashes.

“Good girl,” Cast smirks. “Now crawl to the room, first door on the right.”

I don’t argue this time, instead slowly place one hand in front of the other focusing on how my body snakes as I crawl to the room Cast directed me to. I can feel all three sets of their eyes on me, and while shame and humiliation makes my cheeks heat,I can’t deny the slick arousal growing between my thighs.What the fuck is wrong with me?

“We should make her crawl every day.” Vincent sighs. “I’m about to bust just looking at her pretty little pussy.”

I bite my lip and look down at my hands as I turn right into the room, more than happy they can’t see the smile of pride spread across my face.Holy shit, do I like the idea of turning the Chessmen on? Do I like the idea of submitting to the three guys that literally locked me in a contract so that they could control me?I want to be ashamed, but I can feel my own arousal drip down my thighs, and the sure breeze of a chill on my soaked pussy. In all honesty, I am too turned on to care what this means.

“Look at how fucking wet she is,” Cast groans just as I crawl to the center of the room. “Sit right there, butt on the heels of your feet.”

I do just as Cast directs and sit looking up at him, just as he stops behind me. Vincent stops in front of me, the tent of his jeans inches from my mouth, and just like before, Damien sits on the couch looking at us. I look over at him, but just as I open my mouth Vincent pinches my chin between his fingers and forces me to make eye contact with him.

“Look at me, Princess.” My heart flutters and I look up into his drunken gaze.

Cast kneels behind me and trials his hand lightly up my thigh. “This is the submissive position, Willow. When you come here,to my study or wheneverIplay with you, this is how I want you. Understand?”

“Yes.” I nod.

“Yes what?” He murmurs, his other hand cupping my right breast, his fingers immediately finding my nipple and yanking hard.

“Yes, Cast?” I whimper, because I don’t know what he wants me to say but as worked up as I am right now, I would call him anything he wants.

“Sir, Princess.” Vincent says.

“Yes, sir.” I moan, loving the way Cast rolls my nipple between his fingers, just as his other hand dips to my inner thigh.

I shiver, keeping my eyes on Vincent who is scaring me because I could swear he is looking at me like I mean something to him and I swear I don’t. I couldn’t, do I? Before I can ask, Cast moves his hand lower, mere inches from my core and I feel like I can’t breathe.

“Unbuckle my jeans, Princess.” Vincent whispers.

I stare up at him through my lashes, as I work the button of his jeans open. His cock pulses through his boxers as if it is fighting to be free, but before I can touch it, touch him, Cast’s finger dips into my pussy and I shutter, arching my back away from him.

“No running, cariña.” He whispers, running his fingers over the sensitive nub. “You are mine.”

My body lights up like a firework, and I open my mouth wide to moan. Vincent’s hand slides into his boxers releasing his swollen cock and fisting himself in his hand. “Suck my cock, Princess.”

I nod, my mouth watering at the creamy liquid dripping from the crown of his cock. Curiosity of his taste overwhelms me and I stick out my tongue licking Vincent’s tip, just as Cast pushes harder on my clit. I buck my hips against him eliciting a chuckle from Cast’s throat.

“Mmm,” I moan, swiping my tongue across the head again and spreading Vincent’s precum across my tongue. He tastes salty and sweet like sea salt on top of a chocolate chip cookie, and I fucking love it. I can’t get enough of it.

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