Page 142 of Hate Mates

“I’m fine,” I lie, my breathing coming erratic now.

“You’re no use to us unconscious.” He comes closer, lifting his hand. He runs his knuckles down my cheek softly. The touch makes me suck in a sharp breath. His fingers are warm against my cold skin and for a second I think about leaning into that warmth.

“Speak for yourself. I’ll fuck her either way,” Green chimes in, still sounding amused by my apparent fear.

Black takes a step closer, but still doesn't say a word.

“What’s your name, doll?” Red asks.

“F-Flora,” I stutter.

“Flora,” he repeats, his tone low and sultry. “That’s a pretty name. How old are you?”

“Eighteen,” I answer quickly.

“How many times have you been fucked?”

I flinch at the crude question. “Twice,” I say honestly. Both times were with my first boyfriend, Andrew, and he never made me come. I regret giving him that part of me. I caught him cheating, and now I regret sleeping with him even more since Lucian told me I could have gotten so much more money if I’d been a virgin.

“Let’s start with something easy,” Red announces, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Get on your knees.”

I have no problem obeying, especially since my knees are about to give out on their own. I get down to kneel on the hard concrete floor, welcoming the cool, smooth surface against my wobbly legs.

“Good girl,” Red coos. “Now, get my dick out and suck it.” He steps in front of me, his crotch leveled with my face.

Swallowing my fear and nervousness down, I reach for his zipper with shaking hands and unzip it slowly before unbuttoning the top button. I reach into his pants and pull his already-hard cock free. He’s hung like a horse. I wrap my small hand around his thick, veiny member, wondering how this thing will fit inside of me.

I lick my lips and glance up at the masked man briefly before I lean forward and take the tip of his cock into my mouth. I run my tongue over the underside before I suck on it. Red groans and his hand finds its way into my hair where he grabs a fist full to pull me in.

I let his cock slide over my tongue and down my throat. I’ve given head before, but never to someone this big. My gag reflex kicks in, and I sputter around him as he pushes himself into my throat.

Red’s hand tightens in my hair, pain forming on my scalp where he pulls on the blond strands. I groan around him and he moans in return.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Green approach. Leaning down, he pulls something from his boot. My eyes focus on the metal piece in his hand. A knife, I realize in terror.

My eyes go wide, and I instinctively try to pull back. Red’s hold on me strengthens before he growls, “Keep sucking, doll. Don’t worry about him.”

But how can Inotworry about a guy heading toward me with a knife?

My heart races as Red grabs my head between his two large hands and starts to fuck my throat. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to calm down when I feel a new hand on my back.

A shiver runs down my spine as the fingers softly dance over my skin. The sensation confuses me. One man is violently fucking my throat while another is gently running his fingertips across my shoulder blades.

I almost forget about the knife when Green’s voice meets my ear. “Hold her still for a moment. I only want to cut a little.”

TWO

Drake

She is fucking perfect. I would have paid double to have her at my mercy. Her long blond hair falls down her delicate shoulders in golden waves, large, baby blue eyes wide in fear, and her smoking hot body trembles so beautifully under my touch.

Kneeling behind her, I tighten the grip on my knife as I bring it up to her back. She stiffens as I drag the dull edge of the blade down her skin. My older brother’s dick is still in her mouth, but he holds her still for me.

Dragging the knife down, I dip it under her bra strap and twist up until the fabric rips in two. The broken strap slides off her shaking form and I repeat the same on the other side.

“Hurry, I want to fuck her face again,” Dean says impatiently. “Her mouth feels like heaven.”

I grin under my mask as I cut the rest of the bra off Flora’s body before dragging the blade down to her panties. I cut the flimsy lace with ease, groaning when her underwear falls off her smooth body.

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