Page 168 of Devil's Bargain

I take another step back and hit a wall, but this one breathes and smells of Baron.

He puts his hand over my mouth as I let out a terrified scream. “Got you, little rabbit!”

I shake my head.No, no, no, no.

Baron presses his lips to my temple. “You’ve disobeyed me, again!”

I kick and elbow him with renewed strength, but he’s much stronger than me, and my futile attempts get me nowhere.

He grabs my upper arm and drags me, kicking and screaming, back to the basement.

My heels slide in my own blood as I hit his arm with my free hand. “You’re sick!” I scream, striking him again. “You’re a sick fucking monster!”

He throws me down on the basement floor and orders Chapman to restrain me.

“You make me so fucking horny when you fight, sweet angel!” Baron growls, pushing my dress up around my waist, his hungry mouth descending on my pussy.

I cry out in pleasure and shame. God, I hate him! I hate that my hips rise to meet his tongue as he laps at my juices.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” I hiss at Chapman.

He holds my wrists in a death grip. “I’m going to enjoy fucking your mouth!”

“I’ll bite your dick off!”

Baron inserts a finger, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

Chapman laughs, delighted that I hiss like a cat.

Baron slaps my pussy with his other hand. “That’s it, April. Come on Daddy’s fingers!”

“Daddy?” Chapman asks.

Baron slaps my clit again. “She’s been fucking my son behind my back.” He latches onto my clit with his mouth and swirls his tongue over it until I see stars.

“Fuck, that’s heavy!” Chapman says.

I lift my head from the concrete floor, watching Baron work me closer to the edge. “I was never yours!”

He sucks on my pussy lips before shifting off me and getting to his feet.

What? No…“Where are you going?”

He wipes his mouth. “I’ve got business to attend to.”

My pussy throbs painfully. “You can’t stop now!”

He flicks his eyes down to my glistening cunt. “What was it you said? You were never mine?”

“Oh, no, no, no!” I plead, getting to my hands and knees, crawling toward him. Chapman laughs behind me. “I didn’t mean it like that!”

“What do you want right now?” He adjusts his cufflinks.

“I want to come!”

“Then touch yourself.”

I clutch his leg. “I want cock!” My own behavior makes no fucking sense. Not even to myself.

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