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“I have an idea,” I said, thinking of the fear I’d felt when Maksim had pressed the gun to my head and the absolute soul shattering horror of him fucking me with the muzzle. I reached for Ryker’s knife and he handed it to me, carefully holding the blade while presenting me the handle.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re violent,” Kingston said as he exhaled an awe filled breath.
“Absolutely fucking stunning,” Archer agreed.
He stepped behind me and kissed the back of my neck and I shivered in anticipation and from the sensation of his mouth on my flesh.
Valen ran his hand down my back and slid his hand down my pants until his hand was touching skin to skin on my ass, cupping it. The feeling was powerful, and with each touch, my Kings drove the helplessness and fear I’d been carrying out of my body. They knew what I needed to feel their support, and they knew how much I had to have them beside me, touching me, inside of me.
As I sized up Maksim, I looked back down at Avery. She wasn’t innocent in all of this, but she was a victim in her own right. I didn’t want to eek out revenge on her, but I also didn’t want to worry about her coming after me for what I was about to do.
I dropped to my knees and held the knife to her neck. I pressed it into the skin until a line of beaded blood appeared and she gasped in pain. Tears formed in her eyes and I smiled at her.
“I’m going to lose my shit here in a minute,” I told her, not breaking eye contact. “I’m gonna go off the fucking rails. So understand that this is for your own good, you got that?”
She was confused, and I didn’t blame her, but she needed her head anyhow.
My Kings waited, watching as I drew my hand back and gripped the knife handle.
They had no idea if I was going to slit her neck or stab her in the chest, but they were going to support me no matter what and I loved them deeply for that.
I didn’t hurt Avery, though, I simply took the butt end of the knife and slammed it down into her temple.
The blow was swift and hard and knocked her out immediately. Once I was sure she wasn’t going to see what I was going to do, I turned to my Kings and said, “I need you to do something for me, and it might seem weird.”
“Anything you want,” Ryker said, and I glanced down. He was hard already.
And I knew they weren’t going to say no.
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I tookValen’s hand and put it back on my ass, then pulled Ryker closer for a kiss to reward him for having the knife.
I reached for Kingston and drew him to me, and did the same for Archer. I could feel their hard cocks pressing into me on either side.
“I need this,” I told them. “I don’t know why, but I fucking need this so bad right now.”
“I know why, and I know what you need,” Ryker said, shoving his hand down the front of my pants, pushing them over my hips and leaving me bare. I was covered by my Kings, so Maksim couldn’t see what was happening but I was certain he understood. Ryker’s hand cupped my mound and his finger split my cleft, finding my clit and immediately going to work.
Kingston pulled my face to his and kissed me deeply as Valen sought my slick heat from behind.
Archer went under my shirt and rolled my nipple between his fingers while kissing my exposed neck. I clutched the knife handle in my hand and let myself rock on waves between the four of them. They passed me around, not physically, but intuitively they each applied pressure and pleasure at different times so it was like sound waves racing around a cyclonic space, around and around as the energy transferred.
I gasped as it reached a fevered pitch, and I pushed forwards to the chair where Maksim sat, frozen in fascination and fear.
“I can’t see his face and still want to feel this good,” I said, and motioned for Kington’s jacket. He took it off and I tossed it over Maksim’s head, so he couldn’t get any pleasure out of this. He was such a sick fucking bastard that part of him would enjoy what I was about to do as long as there was sex involved.
“What’s your poison, princess?” Ryker asked, slipping his finger across my clit then sliding it forward to push inside of me. He had to crouch in order to do this, and I inhaled the scent of him while he was down so close. His hair and skin smelled so good, musky and woodsy even though I didn’t think he’d chopped a tree in his life.
“I’m going to make him hurt,” I gasped as they worked my body again, this time in front of Maksim’s chair. “I want him to remember me and how he has no power over me.”
“I’ll fucking remember you, you bitch,” Maksim said, shaking his head to try and dislodge the jacket. “I’ll remember the look on your face when I’m gutting you like a fish. I’m going to slit a hole in your stomach and fuck it like a bloody little cunt!”
Kingston couldn’t help himself, he backhanded Maksim as hard as he could, making the chair spin away and hit the pillar behind it. Maksim let out a grunt of pain at the same moment Ryker hit my clit again, and I groaned in pleasure.
“I have to do this,” I rasped and we edged forward like some bizarre, multi limbed creature. “I want to make him pay.”
“I wish we could kill him,” Archer said. “Fuck, I wish we could.”
