Page 60 of Wicked Oath

“That’s it. Fight me, bitch,” he growls in my ear.

I am so overstimulated right now that I don’t recognize the anger pouring out of me. “Stop” I scream at him. He laughs and digsinto me deeper, almost mocking my emotions. I know what they are doing and I appreciate it so much more than I can express right now, but I can’t stop the rage. “Get off… off of me.”

“Get off of me,” he mocks.

“You’re hurting me. Stop,” I lie. I don’t know why I lied. I certainly don’t want him to stop. He laughs again as he gets a hold of my hips and jerks my body back so that I am forced up on my knees. He pushes deeper and the moan that comes out of me makes the others grunt their approval. I suddenly abandon my rage and push back, needing more of him.

“Fuck yes,” Tony groans. “Good girl, Laney. Fuck.”

“Please God, harder,” I beg. I push my hips back again and meet each thrust with as much force as I can manage. He matches and exceeds my pace, falling into a pace that has me screaming through an orgasm. I am crying by the time he shoves deep to come.

I hope for a reprieve, but I am offered nothing but more delicious aggression as Jude surges into my abused and now sore pussy the moment he gets behind me. This time, he isn’t as gentle. Every stroke into me is like sweet, blissful torture. He is desperate to come as his thrusts become unbearably fast and violent as he fucks me into the bed. At some point, he flips me to my back and wraps his hands around my throat before continuing what most anyone else would see as abuse. I am unable to breathe as an orgasm rips through me and lingers, eventually dragging him down with me. When he releases my throat, I scream as the remnants of my climax flood out.

“Fuck,” I whine when Talon grabs my ankles and pulls me to the end of the bed. My legs are shaky as he has me lay over a stack of pillows that Jude places in front of me. This makes my ass stick up in the air and my feet dangle off the edge. I grip onto the blanket when he fills my ass and finds the same pace that Jude had. Only this time, the angle is such that he is violently slamming into my G-spot. He pulls an orgasm out of me so fast that it drags up more anger. Something shifts in my head, and I start truly fighting. I have next to no energy, but it doesn’t stop me from trying to kick him. He simply pulls my wrists behind my back and drives into me harder. Eventually he has me nearly sobbing, but it feels so goddamn good.

When Talon finally comes, I am moved up to lie on my back. I have my arm draped over my face and I am panting, trying to catch my breath. The fact that Chris isn’t immediately jumping on me is concerning. “The fact that y’all are giving me a little bit of a break means I severely underestimated Chris,” I mutter.

“Yeah,” Jude laughs. “He’s working up the courage.”

“Why the fuck are you scared?” I ask Chris when I move my arm to look at him. He is standing beside the bed studying me closely. “I’m the one who has been brutalized.”

“I’m not scared,” he remarks with a smile. “You should be, though.”

“Give me something to be scared of and I will be,” I say.

Chris raises an eyebrow at me before stepping back. I watch as he undresses and the moment his boxers hit the ground; I am offthe bed. They all chuckle as Chris closes in on me. “Wait. Wait. Wait,” I say as he shoves me against the wall with his hand on my throat.

“What is it?” he asks. “Scared?”

“Uh… Yeah,” I admit.

“Why?”

“You… are way too big, Chris. You’re pierced. You’re going to break me,” I explain.

“You understand that you consented to giving up consent, yes?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say with a small voice.

“You have two options, Laney. You can go back over to that bed and take my cock like a good girl… or I can drag you over there and I take your ass. I’m coming either way, so you get to decide where,” he says.

“Fuck. Okay. Please don’t fuck my ass,” I say.

“Then go back and lay on the bed,” he smirks. I scowl at him but do as he says. The others stand back, and I am shaking as I lay across the bed. Chris takes his time walking over and I cover my face with my hands when he gets on the bed.

“Hold on a second, Chris,” Talon says as he leans down and moves my hands. “You’re shaking.”

“Yeah,” I whisper.

“You’re scared,” he says, and I nod. “Are you done?”

“No,” I say.

“Are you saying that because you feel like you have to?”

“No. I want this I just… I’m afraid of it hurting more than I can handle,” I say.

“You trust him, right?”

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