Page 101 of Devil's Bargain

He shoves a finger inside me. “I plan to do more than hurt you, sweet angel. I’m going to cut your wings.”

He pulls out and strikes my ass with the belt. The sharp pain has me wriggling on his lap as he plunges two fingers inside me. “Wet already, and we haven’t even started!”

“I hate you!”

Whack!

I mewl.

He fists my hair and pulls my head back until I’m staring up at the ceiling. “Say it again!”

I’m ready this time. “I hate you!”

Whack!

He cups my jaw roughly and jostles it. “Repeat it!” This time his voice is a dark hiss.

“I hate you, old man!”

Whack!

He clamps a hand over my mouth to muffle my screams. The pain that time was unreal!

“You want more?”

My nostrils flare as I nod.

He strikes my ass three times in quick succession.

My chest heaves and my eyes swim with tears, but my swollen clit begs for more.

He chuckles under his breath as he massages my red ass. “Shall we invite friends to play?”

I shake my head, but his deep chuckle tells me that’s the reaction he’d hoped for.

“Too late.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, panic flaring up inside me as the door opens.No, no, no!

He strokes my hair as if soothing a child. “It’s okay. You’ll like this game.”

I manage to wriggle off his lap and get to my feet.

He leans back on the couch, arm stretched out along the top of the cushions, ankle on his thigh. His eyes sparkle with amusement. “Your friends told me you ran away last night.”

I run for the door, but Scott intercepts me, cocking his gun. He points it at me. “Where are you going, little slut?”

Jared chuckles next to him. “Cruel!”

Scott tilts his head, a smile playing over his lips. “She likes it.”

“What’s happening?” I ask, my heart racing inside my chest.

Salt and Pepper gets to his feet, doing up the top button on his suit jacket. “I like bigger parties! You ran away and need to be punished, so I invited friends.”

“Bigger parties?” I retreat a step, my eyes glued on the gun pointed at my face. Scott follows me.

Two more men dressed in suits enter the room. I tear my gaze away from the weapon, watching them walk over to the spacious couch and take a seat. They’re around the same age as Salt and Pepper.

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