Page 28 of Vicious Intentions

He added another finger or two, thrusting harder and faster. I was lightheaded, bucking against his hand, the build-up of fire in my belly unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I wasn’t a virgin, but Cain was touching me more intimately than the single man I’d been with had done. As if he knew my body better than I did.

A single whimper escaped my mouth, and I did what I could to bite it back, fighting the desire that burned brightly inside. I did everything I could to keep from releasing, but as a climax roared into my system, Cain seemed pleased with my reaction, the look on his face even more carnal than before.

“Oh…” When the single whimpered word left my lips, he closed his eyes in satisfaction.

Seconds later, he pulled out, staring at his glistening finger before shoving it into his mouth. The sounds he made were exaggerated as well as disgusting.

“Yes, she tastes like peach nectar. I think it’s time she’s handed off to Cristiano.” He stood, wrapping his hand around my arm and guiding me to my feet. As he brushed his hand down my side, he took a deep breath and held it. Then he ripped off my panties with a single snap of his wrist, pulling my thong to his mouth and nose.

I was swaying, my heart aching from the fact that I’d enjoyed the moment of pleasure.

“You will be delicious to break, little pet. More so than I thought. The three of us will enjoy taking our time with you.” He didn’t wait for any response, pulling me away by several steps then tossing me over the edge of the round table in the room. He pressed his hand against the small of my back, holding me in place as Cristiano walked closer. “Continue being a good girl for us. Will you?”

Was he seriously asking that question?

Cristiano moved behind me, yanking my dress up even further. “I’d grip the other side of the table if I were you.”

I reluctantly slid my arms across the table, wrapping my finger around the edge and digging my fingernails into the wood. Then I took several deep breaths as he teased me by sliding the belt down my back to my leg. He took his time rolling it to my thigh then shifting to my other leg, pulling the tip back to my bottom.

The first crack came without warning, the sound as the strap hit my skin shocking. Then I felt a tingle of discomfort. Then another strike was issued. Then another. As pain washed through me, I gasped, uncertain I could withstand the two men taking turns.

He remained silent as he yanked my legs further apart. I had no doubt he was able to see my glistening pussy lips. I cringed deep inside, keeping my eyes closed as he issued four more, one coming right after the other. I heard myself crying out, terrified to admit to myself how the anguish pulled another wave of longing. My mind was still foggy, unable to process that I’d agreed to this.

His sigh was exaggerated, and he rolled his finger from one side of my bottom to the other. The heat from the spanking pulsed, my pussy throbbing. He brought his hand down again. And again. Now the anguish was blinding. I jerked up from the table, gasping for air.

“Relax, little pet. You’re doing well.” The husky tone of his voice was even more ominous than Cain’s, thrilling in an entirely different way. “There’s more to come.” He chuckled darkly, then cracked out six more, two hitting my upper thighs.

I kicked out, shifting back and forth. When I opened my eyes, I noticed Cain was standing in wait, his eyes narrowed as he remained unblinking. I stared at him, knowing he was the one behind this. But his purpose was so dark and demented that another slice of terror skittered through my system.

As his expression of hunger increased, he finally motioned to Cristiano that his time was up.

Cristiano growled his response, then leaned over, planting his hands on either side of me. When he nuzzled against my ear, his heated breath seared my skin.

“Just wait, beautiful one. Just wait.”

Cain snapped the implement from Cristiano’s hand, taking his time walking toward me, the sound of his boots hitting the floor jarring.

“Such a bad girl. Aren’t you?” The words were almost accusatory.

I remained quiet, thinking it better not to poke the beast any longer. He also wasted no time in bringing the thin strap down, only his strike was more brutal. The agony was instantaneous, sucking all the air from my lungs.

Give him no satisfaction. The mantra continued to tear through my mind.

He chuckled softly and issued three more. Then he pressed the full weight of his body against mine. The fact that he remained silent added to my apprehension.

The man was full of possessive need. I could feel it straining deep within him. After cracking the strap four more times, he tossed it away, his laugh dark and demanding. As he pressed his full body weight against me, for a few seconds I couldn’t breathe. He shifted his cock back and forth across my bruised bottom, and I trembled from the heat of his breath.

From his scent.

And from his increasing hunger.

“Do you know what’s going to happen now, little pet?”

I managed to grab a few very short breaths, the self-loathing continuing as the scent of my longing permeated the air around us. “No.”

He pressed his lips against the nape of my neck, rolling his lips toward my ear, his whisper harsh. “Now we fuck you in every hole, filling you with our cocks. After that, we’ll start over again. Would you like that, bad girl? Do you hunger for three men to fulfill your dark, sinful fantasies?”

I wanted to say no, to scream it out to anyone who would hear. But if I did so, I’d be lying, especially to myself.

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