Page 58 of Vengeful Rotten Casualties

Smack.

Smack.

He switches sides.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

The pain is heady, a confusing mixture that has me both panting and wincing with each slap. Luc stops and spears his fingers between my thighs. He doesn’t even need to insert them to feel how ready I am. Swollen and drenched. He groans. “You’re really testing me,” he says.

Testing him? No. I’m the one being tested. I’m writhing on the counter, hungry and tired of waiting. Old reminders swirl through my head like bubbles popping and dispersing as fast as they come. The things I did tonight—letting Andrew Bennington shove his fingers into me, pretending like I missed him to get him into place just so I could do what no one before me has had the fucking courage to do.

Dirty whore. Filthy little slut. Cunt. Bitch. Cumdump.I shiver as those ugly words spread through my mind as my pussy swells and weeps. I bite down on my lower lip as tears form in the corners of my eyes, slipping out and down my cheek to the cool countertop below.

There’s a new one that should accompany them. One that’s much nicer to hear.

Murderer.

Two hands land on my asscheeks, spreading them apart as a hard cockhead presses between them, running up and down my crack, soaking the head against my pussy. It jerks me back to the present and out of my thoughts. Luc drags his cock back up until the head presses against my asshole.

I used to hate this. I detested it. It was never my choice, but this … thisis.Heis my choice. So, now, I push back, straining for him to fuck me there. To claim me the way he wants to. To make me feel like I belong to someone worthy.

He groans, though, pulling away. “Not yet,” he says through gritted teeth.

I open my mouth to ask him why? If not now, when? But I don’t get the chance as his hand rains back down on my ass. Luc spanks me, striking harder and harder until my skin is on fire and I arch up, whining with each strike. He covers my entire backside with his mark.

In the mirror, his skin glistens with sweat. He’s working himself up into a frenzy. His eyes sparkle with something dark and devious. The pain soon morphs and soothes me; I drift away—aware of where I am and who I’m with, but still so relaxed that every hit is like a comforting massage.

Fingers spear into my pussy once more, shocking me back, and I cry out as Luc’s thumb slips over my clit. It’s so unexpected that, without warning, I’m shoved right over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm. Legs shaking, the world spinning, I sob into my release as he thrusts his fingers into my soaking wet pussy and continues to circle my clit until everything feels too sensitized.

“Please,” I beg. “Please, it’s too much. I can’t … I can’t…” I can’t fucking breathe. Luc removes his fingers from between my legs and through murky eyes clouded in tears, I look up and watch his reflection.

His gaze meets mine as he slips the very same fingers that had been inside of me into his mouth, licking away every drop of my cum and juices until I feel my skin heating up all over again.

Luc’s free hand grips my hips. “We’re not done, pretty girl,” he growls. “Not by a long shot.”

24

MICKI

He’s cruel.Far crueler than any man I’ve been with. Because they never gave a shit about my pleasure. For Luc, though, it’s all he’s focused on. He wants me to watch myself. He wants me to do things and focus on them. No drifting away unless he lets me.

“Turn your ass towards me.” Limbs shaking, I follow the command, my face burning as my eyes are drawn to the full length mirror he brought in from another room. He’s got it set up right in front of the bed, showcasing more than how naked I am, but how fucking turned on I am. Even if I wanted to, there’s no denying it.

My head dips, my hair falling into place, hiding the view of my face as I hover over Luc’s cock with his legs hanging over the end of the four-poster monstrosity we’ve been sleeping in together since I started staying with him. His cock stands tall and proud. I’ve seen enough dick to know a pretty one when I see it, and his is fucking beautiful.

Long and thick enough that when I wrap my hand around him, the tips of my fingers don’t touch. I stroke him up and down as I lap at the head, sucking the clear fluid that leaks from him. My legs tremble with effort and my mind warps as I try to focus, but it’s difficult as his fingers penetrate my pussy.

He laps at my clit with slow, leisurely licks. As if he has all the time in the world. Knowing him, I bet he truly thinks he does. He would remain down there, between my thighs, forever if he could. Despite the talents of his mouth and fingers, though, it’s not difficult to lose myself in the act of pleasuring him. I kiss the side of his cock from tip to base and back again before I take him between my lips and suckle on his head.

I close my eyes and relish the taste of him. Each draw on his cock warms my mouth. It’s easy, sucking him down, pressing my tongue to the underside of his shaft. I trace the vein along the length of him with the tip of my tongue, earning a jerk and a pulse as more liquid leaks from him. Quickly, I take him back into my mouth and swallow it all down.

Luc’s fingers delve into my insides as he scoops more and more wetness from my pussy. They drift up, circling my ass, and I clench unconsciously. Every time I do, though, his nails bite down into the sore flesh of my ass, and immediately, I relax again.

I swallow down half of Luc’s massive dick, sucking him, praying for something to come out. I want to taste more of him. I want—

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