Page 69 of Doomed
I hesitate, suddenly aware of our surroundings. People can watch us—strangers seeing me in this vulnerable position. I glance around nervously, my heartbeat accelerating.
“I...” The words stick in my throat as I see other couples and groups scattered throughout the room in various stages of pleasure. Lia is suspended from the ceiling and is being pleasured by her hunter. Another hunter has Sadie on a slab of marble as he eats her like she’s his last meal.
Knox’s fingers tangle in my hair, drawing my attention back to him. “Eyes on me,” he says firmly. “Nothing else matters right now.”
My knees hit the velvet cushions beneath me as I sink down before Knox, my heart hammering against my ribs. The soundsof pleasure surrounding us fade into white noise as I focus entirely on him—on the dangerous gleam in his eyes, on his hands working his pants open.
When he frees himself, I can’t help the small gasp that escapes me. He’s magnificent, intimidating, and already glistening at the tip. Without thinking, I lean forward, my tongue darting out to taste the salty bead of moisture there.
The growl that rumbles from Knox’s chest sends a shiver straight down my spine. “Take it all the way down,” he commands, his voice husky with desire. “Show me how much you want it.”
I part my lips, surrendering to the need he’s awakened in me. His hands tangle in my hair as he guides himself deeper, setting a ruthless pace that leaves me breathless and has my eyes watering. My fingers drift between my own thighs, seeking relief from the ache building there.
The vulnerability of kneeling before him in this room full of strangers should terrify me. Still, instead, it fuels a fire I never knew burned inside me. I’m lost in the moment, in the taste of him, in the sheer pleasure of being used so thoroughly.
Suddenly, Knox’s voice cuts through my trance, calling out to someone nearby.
“X!” he calls, his voice carrying across the room despite being partially muffled by his mask. “Get your ass over here.”
I tense immediately, my eyes widening as I realize who he’s summoning. I try to pull back, but Knox’s grip in my hair tightens.
“What the fuck do you want?” Xavier demands, his tone sharp with an inherent warning of violence.
Knox’s laugh is dark as he continues his assault on my mouth while talking, as if it’s an everyday occurrence for him to converse with his brother during a blowjob. “Just thought youshould see this little artist’s hidden talents. Turns out she’s got quite the throat on her.”
“And?” Xavier’s single word drips with menace.
“Come on, X,” Knox continues. “I want to see you fuck your journalist. Give your brother a show.”
“Everyone stops,” Xavier commands, his voice slicing through the cacophony of pleasure. “Now.”
The room falls eerily silent, bodies freezing mid-motion. Even Knox obeys, pulling out of my throat so suddenly that I gasp, desperate for oxygen. My chest heaves as I gulp down air, my mind spinning from the abrupt shift.
Xavier’s eyes gleam dangerously behind his mask as he pulls Mira closer to him. “My angel wants to give you all a show,” he announces, his voice reverberating through the silent room. “She wants you to see exactly who she belongs to.”
His fingers work at Mira’s silk dress, peeling it away painfully slow until she stands naked before everyone. Even in my dazed state, I can’t help but admire the confidence in her posture, the way she holds her head high despite her vulnerability.
Suddenly, Knox’s hands are under my arms, lifting me effortlessly. He sits on one of the velvet couches and positions me on his lap, my back to his chest. His hard cock presses insistently against my entrance, making me squirm with renewed desire.
Three hunters I don’t recognize circle Xavier and Mira, their masks hiding their identities but not their hunger. They haven’t caught anyone, and the frustration radiates from them in palpable waves.
Knox’s lips brush against my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Look at those three,” he whispers, one hand sliding between my legs to stroke my already slick folds. “They’re starving for it. No prey to claim, nothing to fuck.” His fingerscircle my clit with maddening precision. “Maybe they’ll get some from you.”
I whimper as his words send a fresh wave of arousal through me. His fingers increase their pressure, making it hard to keep my head up.
“No, no,” he admonishes softly, turning my face toward the three hunters. “Focus on their dicks. See how hard they are from watching?” His voice drops even lower, dripping with filthy promise. “Tell me, Bianca. Are you hungry to suck a dick while I’m breeding this sweet cunt?”
Knox’s fingers continue their relentless assault on my clit as he continues his filthy whispers against my ear, “Or maybe you’d like to try something different? How about another man’s dick in this tight little cunt while I’m filling your ass?” His teeth graze my earlobe. “If I allow, he better not come inside you unless he wants to lose his dick.”
The casual way he threatens violence should terrify me. Heat floods between my legs, my arousal intensifying at his possessive declaration. What’s happening to me? I never knew this darkness existed inside me.
“Every hole filled,” Knox continues, his voice a dark promise. “One in your ass, one in your pussy, one in your mouth. Would you like that, Bianca? To be stuffed completely full?”
My eyes drift back to Cora Pike, the mayor’s daughter, who arches between the three men who possess her completely. Her face is transformed with pleasure, lost in sensations I can barely imagine.
“Yes,” I whisper, shocking myself with my honesty. “I want that.”
Knox’s grip tightens possessively. “Look at you, so hungry for cock.” His voice is both approving and dangerous. “But remember who you belong to. And that you asked for it, princess.”
