Page 41 of Claimed By the Billionaires

“Please don’t,” she begged. She thought she could bear this burden of taking their seed into her body and becoming pregnant, but it was too painful to know the only reason they touched her was out of vengeance.

“Don’t what?” Houston asked.

“Touch you? Fuck you? Breed you?” Aston asked.

“Don’t,” she sobbed. “You’ve punished my father enough. You took away his family name. That was the most important thing to him. More important than me. You killed him without taking his life.”

“What about you? Do you think you’ve been punished enough, Winter? Is that why you don’t want us to touch you?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Or is it because you don’t want us to breed you because of who we are? Thieves and villains. Scum and filthy beasts who did nothing but pillage the earth?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her face flooded with tears now.

I don’t want you to touch me. I don’t want to carry your seed in my belly. I don’t want to be near you. I don’t want to see you.

Because it kills me.

Because I love you.

But how can I love the men who hate me?

With her head spinning, her body ablaze, and her heart breaking, Winter was lifted off the floor and tossed onto the bed.

“You’re bound to us for life, Winter Creer. You’ll take our seed any fucking time and way we give it to you.”

The instinct to close her thighs reigned strongly, but the task was impossible to accomplish.

Her legs were spread wide, and her pussy was fully exposed. Thrilling zaps of electricity surged through her as the heat of three mouths whispered over her wetness. Her head lifted clear off the bed at the searing, unusual sensation of being licked in a place so utterly private.

Three mouths took turns dipping their tongues into her to capture her clit and her labia between their teeth before they sucked the whole of her inside their mouths.

Her body curved and rolled, undulated, and wavered between pleasure and pain, wantonness and modesty, sorrow and regret. Those astoundingly raw, unhindered sensations consumed every part of her.

They demolished her control, leaving her a puppet in their hands. She felt her clit and folds swell, her muscles pull taut as an orgasm traversed across her nerves to the center of her soul, and then jolted through her body in a storm of blinding light that made every part of her vibrate with pleasure, and embarrassment.

And… pain in her heart.

So much pain.

She couldn’t stop herself from coming in their mouths if a thousand wild horses stampeded over her, and the result left her shamed-faced and woeful.

“Please stop,” she cried. She couldn’t bear their touch anymore and couldn’t live with herself if she surrendered herself to them again when they were just playing with her and using her against her father.

“Your body belongs to us. Your mind belongs to us. Your soul belongs to us.”

She closed her eyes and shook her head. Didn’t they know they’d already delivered the ultimate form of vengeance on her already?

Despite her pride, she loved them.

Her body still rattling with spasms, she cried out anew as Houston dipped his finger deeper into her and then dragged his soaked digit against her inner thigh before he sucked mouthfuls of her flesh into his mouth, leaving a string of bright red hickeys and teeth marks in his wake.

“Every part of you is ours.”

She fisted her hands at her sides as Aston and Konnor drank from her pussy, sipping up the river of wetness flowing from her before they leaned in on either side of her and drizzled her essence over her peaked nipples.

Uncontrollably she quivered when they started to slurp at her drenched nipples, silently begging them to take the pebbled hardness at the center of her breasts deep into their mouths and suck away the ache they left there, yet knowing they were only punishing her.

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