Page 11 of The Devils of Saint City

“Not a chance, but let’s make her do it anyway.” His fingers join mine as he pulls out of her mouth, leaving her to chasesomething that isn’t there. It’s obvious from the way she pulls up that she’s trying to get away, so I shove her right back down on my dick and then lean in to bite her throat as punishment. “Don’t run, pet.”

“I can’t,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around my neck as Manson adds a third finger. “I can’t.”

He fumbles to keep his phone steady as he signals for me to pull my hand back, making room for him to slide the tip of his cock up my shaft. He spits on it, but it’s still not quite enough to make it easy.

“Go grab the lube,” I mutter, fucking her slow and deep as he props the camera up for us and rushes to grab it. When he comes back, I can tell he’s already added enough to get the job done, and I fucking grin when I feel the head of his cock slide inside with mine. “Breathe, pet.”

She screams instead, and I can’t fucking believe she doesn’t wake up. By the time he’s halfway inside her it’s so tightIcan barely breathe, but Manson keeps rutting deeper until she’s shaking with watery eyes.

“This is where you were always meant to be, Rhea Ellis. Right here between Manson and me with tears staining that pretty little face.”

I sit still with a grip on her so he can do the fucking, his moans making me leak, and I realize then I don’t give a fuck if she wakes up. I still won’t stop.

I don’t know what the hell that makes me.

Probably no worse than someone who would do this to her when she can’t say no.

“Fuck, she’s bleeding,” he hisses, but his pupils blow at the sight as he watches us split her open. “You need this, Rhea. You need us. Don’t you?”

Her face nuzzles into my neck as she whimpers, but I need to hear her say it.

Fisting her hair, I pull her head back sharply so she lets out a little cry. “Say you fucking need this.”

“I need it!” she pleads. “I— need you.”

Her unfocused eyes roll as my hand shoots out to wrap around her throat, and the way she clenches has me nearing the edge. “Fuck her faster, Manson. Make sure she knows exactly what happened the second she wakes up tomorrow.”

Bending further, he braces his knees on the front of the couch and grips her hips to hold her steady. “Oh, she’ll know. Pretty little whore’s gonna wake up with cum dripping down her thighs. Fill her first, Ash. You know how much I love fucking your cum deeper into a tight little pussy.”

I almost growl at him to shut the fuck up because I don’t want it to end, but he knows me too well. I’m sure he can feel how close I am to coming, and knowing how much he loves fucking my cum only pushes me over the edge further. Probably because I love it too. I love feeling what it does to him and how fast he gets there right behind me.

Pulling her in, I clamp my teeth down on her shoulder as I come, and for the briefest second I don’t feel angry at anyone. It’s fucking strange... and it’s also gone before I can enjoy it. “Fucking take it,” I grumble. “Fill her up, Manson. Sleeping Slut needs more.”

He shudders as she becomes so wet, it’s hard to stay inside her. Barely pulling out at all, he ruts up against her ass, milking every fucking drop out of me as his legs shake and he meets my eyes. “She’s ours now, right? For good?”

Before I can even think of what I’m saying, my head is nodding without any trace of doubt. “Fuck yeah. We’ll chain her here if we have to. She’s fucking ours.”

“Ours.” The peace that flashes over his face only cements it. He needs her, this. And I’d do fucking anything for him.

Feeling his cock pulse as he makes an absolute mess of my sleeping little sister has my cock twitching desperately for a round two, but I think this is as much as this girl can handle tonight.

She’s practically putty as we shut the recording off and maneuver her back into her room, but after we plop her on top of the comforter, I block Manson from cleaning her up. “Let her wake up like this. She’ll be sore, but I want her to know our cum is leaking out of her.”

“She’ll hate us for this,” he comments. “More than she already does, I mean.”

I frown down at her for a long moment and ponder his words. Yeah, he’s right. She’ll hate us more than she already does, but I couldn’t give two shits about it. “Then she can hate us. Won’t change a thing.”

“I think it changes everything.” Shrugging, he flips off her light and leaves me there brooding in the dark, because once again he’s not wrong.

I just can’t figure out why I’m looking forward to it.

5

Every part of my body hurts when I wake. It’s the kind of pain that tells me I had an episode — my head aches, thighs are sore, and my pussy... god, that one’s new. I don't remember ever waking up with true pain there before. Bracing myself, I move the blanket off of me and check my naked body out in the light coming in from the window.

There are bruises everywhere. Discomfort prickles through my neck as I crane forward to take stock of the fingertip-shaped marks on my hips, legs, and arms. There’s a bite mark on my shoulder that’s screaming for an antiseptic and I’m... sticky. Really fucking sticky. My stomach rolls as I slide my fingers through the lingering mess between my thighs. Somehow, I already know it isn’t just cum down there, but it still makes me nauseous to see the tinge of pink.

They made me bleed.

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