Page 85 of Sinful Desires

“Drop her underwear,” Foster instructed, his eyes roaming over the lower half of her body where her silk panties clung to her.

“Stop,” she choked out, wiggling her hips to avoid Collin’s fingertips as he reached for the band of her underwear. His hand came down hard on the side of her leg in warning. The action had a surprised gasp flitting past her lips and my dick hardened from the sound she made.

Hooking his fingers in her waistband, he pulled the garment down her legs, revealing her perfectly shaved mound.

Hunter’s gaze dropped to her pussy, heat swirling through his eyes before his expression contorted into anger. He moved his free hand to her throat, right below the paper bag and he leaned in close.

“I’m about to show you exactly how you deserve to be treated,” he said in a low voice. “Whores don’t get nice things.”

“Still salty that Jessica came to her senses and left your ass?” she questioned breathlessly, a mixture of fear, anxiety, and anger coursing through her.

His jaw ticked as he gave himself over to the monster lurking beneath his skin. He slammed her head back into the wall. Not enough to knock her unconscious, but enough to probably give her a headache. “Watch it, baby,” he purred in a dangerous tone. “Or I’ll just hand you over to Myles and let him have all the fun for all of us.”

She was smart enough to keep her mouth shut this time. Hunter had some shit going on with him and he wasn’t in his right mind lately. There was no telling what he might do.

“Make sure she can’t move,” Foster ordered, giving Collin a look.

Collin nodded and took her from Hunter. Aspen trembled as he forced her to the ground and sat behind her with a leg on either side of her, using his own legs to spread hers apart so that she really couldn’t move. Her pink pussy was on full display and a gasp left her as the cool air blew against her.

Hunter kneeled between her legs. With one hand, he spread her lower lips apart making her body go rigid. Collin tightened his hold on her, making her attempts to get away useless. Her pussy glistened beneath the dim lighting and a sinister grin hooked the corner of my mouth as I took note of the liquid surrounding her center.

“Looks like we might have a masochist on our hands.” I smirked, drawing attention to it.

No one said anything as Hunter sank a finger inside of her, forcing a breath of air from her lungs. “Get off of me,” she roared, twisting and turning in an attempt to loosen Collin’s grip on her.

“Remove the bag,” I instructed, wanting to see her face.

Hunter leaned forward with his free hand and swiped the bag off her head. Her purple hair tumbled around her shoulders and her gaze darted around the room in bewilderment. Hunter took that time to slip a second finger inside her pussy and started pumping in and out, not even bothering to be gentle about it. Her lips parted on a silent gasp and her eyes widened comically.

“She’s so fucking wet,” he grunted as her juices ran down his fingers. “Tell me Aspen, do you like being forced?” He slammed his fingers into her again and again, her head falling back against Collin’s shoulder and a loud, involuntary moan ripped from her throat.

My dick was hard as a rock right now. Glancing over in Foster’s direction, my gaze drifted to his groin area where a noticeable indent pushed against his jeans. I knew he wasn’t immune to girls.

“Show us how much of a slut you are,” Collin whispered in her ear, loud enough for the rest of us to hear it.

Aspen shook her head, but her skin was flushed, and she couldn’t keep her eyes from rolling. She was enjoying this. Hunter let out a dark laugh and removed his fingers. But before she could get an ounce of relief he slapped his hand against her pussy, making her hips buck and a yelp tumbled from her lips. Hunter took the T-shirt she wore in his hands and ripped it down the middle with ease before discarding it to the floor.

When he noticed the cuts on her body, he paused his movements, confusion taking hold as he processed what he was seeing. “What the fuck?” he finally asked, his gaze dropping to Collin’s name.

“What?” Collin questioned from behind her as he leaned his head over her shoulder in order to see what the commotion was about. When he saw his name, his gaze jerked to mine.

My lips twitched in confirmation, but that’s the only hint I gave them. “Your name is on her ass,” I told Hunter.

Hunter undid her bra next, revealing Foster’s name instantly. Waving it off, he started rubbing circles around her clit, making her body spasm instantly. She bit down on her lip so hard it turned white as she fought the urge to moan. Hunter slipped two fingers inside her again, making her cry out.

“Please,” she forced out between pants as he continued to fingerbang her.

Her pleas were ignored as I took out my knife and removed the cover. Kneeling beside Hunter, I brought the blade to her breast where I allowed the tip to roam over her hardened nipple. She squirmed against Collin who didn’t seem to mind that one bit. I slapped the blade against her breast, making it jiggle. The action had a moan slipping free and she arched her back as pleasure riddled her small form.

I offered the knife to Hunter, who just stared at it for a long moment as he processed what to do with it. When an idea sparked to mind, he took the weapon and removed his fingers from her cunt. Aspen’s eyes were wide as she followed his movements. When he put the handle at her entrance, she started squirming against him again—although it did no good. When the handle breached her entrance, panic washed over her, and she shook her head profusely.

“Hunter,” she hissed, fear lacing her words. “Don’t you d—”

Her sentence was cut short as he plunged the object in her pussy, forcing a strangled gasp out of her. Slowly, he started to move it in and out as he allowed her to get used to the foreign material. After a few moments, her face contorted into one of pleasure as he pumped the object in and out of her at a steady rhythm.

“Do you like that, baby?” he asked her, darkness clouding his features.

Despite the moan slipping free, she shook her head. A smirk captured his lips as he started to move at a more aggressive pace, stretching those pretty pink walls that were now weeping for all of us.

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