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My god, ithurt.
I’d never felt anything like this before. He was so big. He stretched me wider than I thought possible and I keened through his taking of me. But as he began to move, the pain slowly gave way to an intoxicating mingling of intense sensations, and I found myself arching into him, meeting his thrusts with my own. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks as he held me in place and pounded into my helpless pussy. I clung tohim, my nails digging into his skin, as if trying to anchor myself to him.
“You’re going to come for me, mate, whether you like it or not. It’s not up to you. You’re just going to come and come and keep coming for me until I decide this sweet little cunt has been properly punished.”
My mind rebelled against the idea of being forced to orgasm. I didn’t want to come. I wanted to hold back, to resist the pleasure that was building inside me, but my body betrayed me, my hips bucking to meet his thrusts, my pussy clenching around his cock. I could feel it, the tension coiling in the pit of my stomach, the heat building between my legs.He bounced me up and down on his cock, forcing me to take every last inch deeper into my aching pussy. I tried to fight it, to hold back, but it was no use. I was lost in the sensation, my body surrendering to his touch.
I cried out as I reached the edge, my body shuddering as my orgasm crashed over me. My vision blurred, my head spun, my ears rang. I was consumed by the sheer force of it.
“That’s it, mate. That’s how a dirty bad girl is made to orgasm, with your asshole dripping cum and this tight little pussy full of cock. Now don’t you stop. I’m not nearly done with you yet.”
He didn’t stop, his cock continuing to pound into me relentlessly. I was spent, exhausted, and yet my desire continued to build. My body responded to his every touch, my clit throbbing, my pussy aching. I could feel another orgasm building, even more intense than the last. I wailed in his arms, my hips rolling and rocking in time with him, the tip of his cock penetrating me so deep it was pounding into my cervix.
“Come for me again, little mate. Come on my cock, come on my cock, come on my cock,” he chanted, his words a hypnotic rhythm, driving me closer to the edge.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. The euphoria was too much, too intense. I came again, screaming, my body shaking, my pussy clenching around him.It hit me like a tidal wave, dragging me under the surface and drowning me in whitewater rapids so deep I didn’t know if I’d ever break free again.
I was shattered, my chest heaving, my heart racing. I could feel the sweat dripping down my back, my skin flushed and hot. Logan’s thrusts became erratic, his hips snapping forward with a ferocity that took my breath away. He was close,or at least I hoped he was.
Turns out though, he wasn’t.
He just fucked me harder.
And harder.
Andharder.
I lost count of how many times I came, how many times I tried to pull away, how many times I begged him to stop. Nothing worked. Not until he finally decided he wanted to fill my pussy with his seed. When he decided it was time, he came inside me with a massive roar. He pumped me full of cum until I was overflowing with it.Then, and only then, was he finally through with me.
“Good little mate. You did so well for us.” Jamie said as Loganlifted me off his cock andlet me slip down to my feet. I was weak and wobbly, but Edward caught me, his strong arms supporting me as I tried to regain my balance.
My legs were trembling, and my breath came in ragged gasps. I could feel their seed dripping down my thighs, a mixture of both Edward and Logan mingled together. I felt used, violated, broken, and yet there was a part of me that couldn’t deny the extreme pleasure that had coursed through my body because of what they had done to me.
I looked at each of the men in turn, their eyes glimmering with satisfaction, the sweat of their exertion still drying on their bodies.
“That was just the beginning, little mate. Now that we’ve taken your body, we’re going to make sure we claim every part of you. We’re going to own you.”
I stood there naked and used before them and raised my chin, trying to act on the one last surge of defiance left inside me.
“Not if I can help it.”
CHAPTER 9
Aidan
Pain throbbed viciously through my injured leg with every limping step, radiating up my thigh in white-hot bursts. Beside me, Declan held a bloodied rag pressed tight against his side, jaw clenched and features pale with strain. Still, we moved steadily through Dublin’s darkened streets, determined to reunite with the rest of our pack.
I cursed softly under my breath. I should have seen the damned bear trap. She’d set us up and played us like rookies. Despite my anger and frustration, I couldn’t help this restless feeling inside of me. I couldn’t deny the reluctant admiration I felt. Whoever this sniper was, she’d been cunning, strategic, and dangerously clever. The fact that she’d wounded two of us with such ruthless efficiency proved that beyond doubt.
Declan grimaced, glancing my way. “You holding up okay?”
“Been better,” I growled through clenched teeth. “You?”
He snorted weakly, managing a tight, humorless smile. “I’ve been worse.”
“How much farther do you think we have to go?” I breathed.
“Nearly there,” Declan muttered, eyes narrowed, trying to mask his pain. “We can’t be far now.”
