Page 87 of Sinful Desires

“I think we’re all a little sick,” Collin chimed in.

She struggled against him slightly, but not nearly as much as she had before due to being so weak after her orgasm. It took no effort for Foster and Collin to get her wrists and ankles bound.

Foster grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked, forcing her neck to bend back at a weird angle.

“Open,” he demanded.

Aspen’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but when it dawned on her what he meant, she shook her head. Due to the position he had her in, her back was forced into a slight arch, making her chest stick out—not that I minded.

Licking his lips, he brought his face closer to hers. “Open your mouth, or I’ll have Myles fuck you with the blade of his knife next time.”

This had her following orders. She shot him a scathing glare but did as she was told and slowly pried her mouth open.

A slow smile paved its way onto Foster’s face. “Good girl,” he praised. “Tongue out.” Hesitantly, she pushed her tongue out of her mouth as she was told.

My gaze drifted to Hunter and Collin who wore matching expressions of confusion. None of us knew what he planned on doing. Returning my gaze to Foster, he made no sudden movements. He just stared down at her like that for a few moments, and I couldn’t say I blamed him.

Without warning, he spit inside her mouth causing her eyes to blow wide from the unexpectedness of it. Before she could spit it out, he clamped his free hand over her mouth and forced her to swallow it. When she did, he smirked down at her and tightened his grip on her hair, a small whimper escaping her.

“You will learn your place,” he warned, releasing his hold on her. “We’ve been gentle with you up until now. Tonight, you will figure out what we’re capable of and know that we can always take it a step further. There is nothing that we will not do.”

She snorted; her eyelids hooded over from exhaustion. “You’re nothing but a little boy, Foster.” Her voice came out raspy and slightly unhinged. “But go ahead.” She shrugged. “Torture me, use me, humiliate me. It wont change the fact that when it’s all said and done, I’ll still be a thorn in your fucking side because you’ll never be able to break me.”

“We’ll see about that,” Collin said before nodding at Foster, urging him to proceed.

Foster strode to the other side of the room. We had a closet full of supplies we liked using for torture purposes over there. After rummaging through the closet for a few minutes, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey and started making his way back to us.

Popping the cap off the bottle, he took a long swig, making my eyebrows furrow. He ignored our curious looks and moved back over to Aspen where he held the bottle out toward her—not that she could take it with her arms tied.

“Want some?” he questioned. She rolled her lips together in contemplation, probably wondering if this was some kind of cruel joke. He released an impatient sigh. “Open your mouth.” Hesitantly, she did as instructed and he poured the warm liquid onto her tongue.

Dirt coated her skin as she laid there completely helpless. I liked it when she looked freshly fucked.

Pulling the bottle away, his eyes flashed with something dark. “Those cuts aren’t looking so good,” he tsked with a shake of his head. “It would be a damn shame if you got an infection.” His lips tugged into a sinister grin as hers widened at the realization of what he was insinuating. “Maybe we should clean them.”

“Foster, no,” she panicked.

“Hush now. I need to concentrate.”

She started struggling against her bindings, her tits bouncing with every movement. Fuck. I could just bury my face inside her cunt and drown in it.

Foster tilted the bottle so that it was hovering over Collin’s name. In one swift motion, the liquid splashed over her stomach and a scream tore from her throat, unshed tears forming in her eyes.

“Next one,” he sang, his mood already ten times lighter than usual as if this was the most fun he’s had in decades.

My mouth watered as I watched the scene unfolding. The guys could pretend they weren’t affected by her all they wanted, but I knew better. Collin was jealous and obsessive. He wanted someone he knew wouldn’t leave him. When he saw Aspen with Hunter, his reality of her shifted. In his mind, she was supposed to want him. Only him. What he wanted was for Aspen to be his new Madison.

For Foster, he was struggling with his own mental shit. He was torn between wanting to hurt Aspen and wanting to fuck her—even if he wouldn’t admit it. He’s let her get away with things other people would have died for.

I wasn’t entirely sure what was going on with Hunter. Him and Jess have been having problems, so he’s been hooking up with Raven on the side. When Aspen showed up, I guess he wanted to mess with her on the side too. I wasn’t sure if he cared for her deeper than that. They haven’t been around each other much. Right now, he hated her because of the shit she pulled, and he was struggling a lot internally.

Another ear-shattering scream tore through the air, penetrating my eardrums and ripping me from my thoughts. Her back arched as pain licked up her body and fresh tears coated her cheeks.

“What do you want from me?” she demanded, the agony resounding in her tone.

“That’s easy,” Foster replied, letting the bottle hover over her once more. “Admit that you’re below us. Stay out of our way, and don’t fuck them.” His gaze flicked over Collin and Hunter before he refocused his attention back on her.

“That’s it?” she queried, arching an eyebrow like she couldn’t believe it. “You’ll leave me alone if I tell you what you want to hear?”

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