Page 13 of Their Stolen Obsession
“Leave her alone!” I yelled as I stepped forward, but someone pulled me right back.
The other asshole laughed in my ear as he wrapped an arm around my neck and pushed the air from my lungs. I clawed at his forearm, but he wouldn’t let up. Instead, a hand groped my breast, kneading the nipple and pinching until tears bit my eyes. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. He withheld my cry of pain as he hurt me and violated me.
Black stars danced in my vision, and I held on to my willpower to stay strong. I watched in horror as Knoxlee refused to open her mouth, but Steve made her by puckering her lips together and yanking upward on her hair. The clenched barriers of her teeth widened, and he shoved the tip of himself inside her wet hole. She cried out in protest and chomped down, only for him to pull his dick out.
Steve laughed. “Feisty little bitch.”
Steve slapped her with his dick. The surprise of his flesh against her cheek made her yelp, and he pressed his palm against her forehead. He held Knoxlee trapped, her head against a tool bench, while pushing down on her chin. Her mouth opened ashe plunged his thumb inside and pushed down on her bottom teeth. He pulled her lower jaw down and hunched over her. He overpowered her to the point she had to conform as she stared wide-eyed at his evil beast. His erect cock dangled in wait to dive in deep.
“That’s right, baby. You like to watch,” the man whispered in my ear as he stopped tugging on my tit, and his hand traveled down to my navel. “I’m going to do the same to you. Fuck your mouth. But right now, I want firsthand experience of this tight pussy.”
He found my pubic bone as he loosened his noose around my neck, and I cried out. The sound was weak, unrecognizable, and horrific. Fear wreaked havoc on me as I struggled to escape, but he was too strong. He held me right where he wanted me against his chest as I gasped for air and his cock dug into my backside.
“No, please, I—” My plea went unnoticed as he slid two fingers down either side of my clit, and I immediately froze.
I don’t know what happened to me, but the willpower I once had to fight was gone. My soul left me as he rubbed his fingers vigorously against me, and he breathed heavily in my ear. I didn’t want this. I had no sense of anything—I was numb. Completely shut off as this man victimized me while Iwatched someone who came to save me suffer too. An out-of-body experience as inhumane men full of greed shattered our souls.
“Ah, fuck,” he groaned as three fingers entered my pussy, and he pumped inside. “You’re wet for me, baby.”
Steve stuffed Knoxlee full of himself, and her gag reflex kicked in as he fucked her face. A knock filled the air as her head beat against the thin metal. I was nauseous, on the brink of throwing up as the man repeatedly rammed his fingers in between my fragile walls and rubbed my clit with his thumb.
Unfortunately, my body reacted to his vileness, and I was too frail to stop him from what he did next. He let go of my throat, my lungs learned how to breathe again, and he forced me down by the back of my neck. Hard. The side of my face pressed into something, causing me pain while his cock was between my ass cheeks.
“No, stop, no, please!” I cried out as soon as I could find my breath.
I pushed up, but he only pressed me back down. I tried again, but he was too strong. He ignored me as I cried, and I tried to get my arms underneath me to get leverage, but he only pinned me harder. I was stuck underneath him with nowhere to go.
“I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll be begging for more,” he promised and squeezed my thigh until tears fell from my eyes.
I begged, “Please, please, just let me go back to my room.”
He forced my thighs to spread, and I heard him spit. His wet hand dipped between my legs. The slickness coated my slit, and my eyes widened with fear.
“This is your prison now.”
The tip of his cock was right at my entrance. Regardless of the horror raging through me, I still tried to wiggle free. The movement only excited him more as his dick entered me with one hard thrust, and he knocked the wind right out of me. A ringing filled my ears as he penetrated me, and I cried for him to stop, but I couldn’t hear myself. I spoke words of refusal because I didn’t want this. I never wanted this, and I only wanted them. My phantoms. The men who had blackmailed me, molded me, and made me theirs. All I ever needed was them, never this. Anything but this.
Suddenly, there’s a loud sound blasting over the ear-splitting ringing in my ears, and I was weightless—no longer pinned by my assailant on top of me. Instead, he was on the floor with blood seeping intohis unfortunate tourist shirt and his eyes wide open with the face of death as he took his last breath.
I blinked in slow motion as red soaked the ground underneath his body, and the reality of my situation came back to me. I sensed everything again. The throbbing in my head, the aches in my face, my tender nipples, and the swell between my legs. I was extremely sore but saved. I peered around, certain I’d find Sin and Saint. They had come for me. My hunters had finally found their prey.
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Their Universe
Liv
Aman with his back turned to me grabbed Steve by his neck and punched him. He hit him so hard he bled, and he didn’t stop there. He struck him a second time; the blow sent him backward and into the tool stand.
“Keep your hands off the merchandise,” Zane said. “Knoxlee isn’t yours.”
Our hero wasn’t Sin or Saint, but the very thug who’d landed us here.
Before Steve uttered a word, Zane shot him right in the dick.
Blood splashed all over Zane’s white dress shirt. “Fuck! I just bought this.”
Zane ripped his shirt open, and the buttons flew to the floor. He discarded the red-stained cloth and threw it down onto Steve as he twitchedat his feet. He remained completely shut off, emotionless about the life he had taken, even though the bastard deserved to die.
