Page 110 of Their Cruel Love

“Why am I…oh. Yes. One, she has to pay us. Two, I think we’d get some control, some insight into what they do. Three, special reason I will say later. To do with…the island.” I gasp, my mouth staying open, as the clit massaging becomes more rhythmic. “The frat that is? No? Oh god, I’m…” I stare down at my breasts, past them, and flop my head back, onto Marcus’ shoulder as he thrusts in, then pulls out then jams in.

“You sure you don’t want to fuck her now, here?” Marcus asks, laughing. “She’s going to come anyway. Fuck her now and later?”

“Choices, choices. But back to your question, Phoebe.” He squeezes my clit, timing it just right as Marcus has me arching my breasts into his hands to get more of his thumbs. The water sloshes more as he speeds up, doing short sharp thrusts into my ass. Luckily, the sutures are healing well.

“Question?” I splutter.Focus. Focus.

“I’m willing to join that unit, experimentally. Marcus?”

“Yeah. If she comes, we try it out. If not, we keep fucking her until she comes, then we join. Come for us, Phoebe,” he rasps into my ear. “I’m going to fill your ass with come, stretchit wide, claim it, then Razor might, then we’ll do it again tonight until you’re a fucking mess.”

“Our fucking mess.” Razor ducks under the water, and a second later, he goes deep enough to tuck my thighs over his shoulders. Then I feel his mouth on me, sucking, his tongue stroking, and Marcus isn’t stopping this time, either. I bow my spine to keep myself jammed onto Razor’s mouth as Marcus takes my hips again to hold me higher as he plows in. He’s fucking my ass while Razor sucks me off and drags on that clamp.

Then, Razor shoves three fingers inside me. Still licking, still sucking. My mouth stretches in a silent scream as I jerk and spasm into an orgasm. My thighs crush inward. I can feel the heat and the pressure of come pouring into me, and then I’m shuddering and coming some more.

I emerge from my scattered oblivion to an awareness of Razor prying apart my thighs. Bubbles erupt then…

He launches from the spa, spraying water everywhere, thrashing and dragging in huge noisy gulps of air. “I almost drowned!”

I’m hiccupping in laughter. Luckily, he pulled my legs apart in time to get to the surface and breathe.

He curses me and swipes water from his face, shakes his head, spraying more water about the room. “I’m using a snorkel if I ever do that again.”

Marcus is also laughing, and I end up with him crushing me to him and Razor forgetting to remove the clit clamp, so I have to grit my teeth and do it myself.

Later that night, as punishment, he fucks me on my hands and knees, with the silver kangaroos swinging merrily to and fro from my nipples from the violence of his thrusts. I have another clamp on my clit, as well as five needles marchingdown my belly. I admit I like these punishments. I’m not telling either of them that.

Though they may already know.

Being taken by the two of them has become my best ever, wildest, erotic dream.

LONDON

We accepted Mother’s invitation and are now an investigation unit for the CNC Fraternity. We were allowed to name it, since we don’t actually have a badge or a building with a sign over it, and so the three of us are the excellently trainedAgents with Solutions Service. Our motto:be bloodthirsty.

And we will get invoices with that printed on them—ASS. Mother is suitably appalled.

What she doesn’t know are our ulterior motives for joining. We’re going to discover all the victims of Killer Crew and the identities of the guests who have not been punished, yet.

Yetbeing the important word.

Seth and Aimee are coming with us, too. Seth was the source of Mother’s IT expertise. She recruited him from under me, as she does. He seems happy and was the reason for Marcus’ ass phone. I should have guessed that. Although Aimee hates what happened on the island, we are not sure how much information to trust her with. I have a feeling it will be everything. I like her badass attitude and skills, and her ability to keep secrets.

If only we could do something for those who died.

We’ve found a bar that has views of the Thames. It’snothing like looking out over a rainforest but for plotting mayhem our table with the line of craft beers will do. I haven’t felt the need to drink to drown my sorrows since the island. When I’m sad, I share with Razor and Marcus. I hope they will do the same whenever they need comfort.

I prop my feet on Razor’s lap and hook my forearm over the low back of this navy blue, curved armchair.

Marcus has parked his elbows on the armrests of his chair. He’s nursing a bottle of Landlord in both hands. “We’re in then. It’s looking good.”

“It is.” Razor pokes my toes through the sandals, pretends to pour beer on them until I frown. “We now have access to almost all the files the frat carries. They’re behind a zillion layers of IT security, but we can read them, if we ask the right people using the right channels. And I know the right people.”

I swallow some beer, feel the cool fizz go down my throat. “The plot thickens. If we stick with this, over the next few years, we will be able to track down every single motherfucker who knew about the snuff films, and then we will quietly excise them from existence.”

Marcus raises his beer. “A toast to joining ASS and excising those fuckers from existence. You know, I’m pretty sure this makes us the good guys.”

“To being the good guys,” I say.

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