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All my little sicko sluts who want to be spit-roasted… This is for you.
Dylan Caruso, the one in all black with silvery-white hair and black roots, rings and tattoos all over his hands, seductive hooded eyes covered in kohl, and a killer smile, flicks a lighter on and off. Alistair King sits next to him in his black netted outfit covered in thick jewelry, his curly, light-brown hair softly swishing in the wind, and a devilish smirk on his pale face as he looks down at the girls. But worst of all is Felix Rivera … a brown-haired guy with a face so sharply cut and intense sanpaku hazel eyes so deeply sunken in that it does honor to his society’s name.
Penelope, Penelope … That name has such a nice ring to it. Nice enough to taint. Nice enough to corrupt.
They know something I don’t. And I’ll find out what exactly it is. Even if it costs me my fucking soul.
“Then be a good little fucking slut and gag for me,” he growls, stuffing his fingers all the way inside until his knuckles hit my teeth.
Four of them, at least, an ampallang through the glans and a ring below in the frenum, one barbell through the shaft, and a ring through the pubic.
Jesus.
“Let me see those tears, Pen.”
“You look so fucking pretty when you cry.”
“Call me by my name, Pen.” “I wasn’t calling you,” she growls back. “Don’t pray to God when you’re being licked by the devil himself.”
“I still think about that night every time I shower,” he murmurs, rolling the item around my clit. “Every time I go to bed.” He slowly inches forward and pushes the tip of his length against my lips again, opening them up. “Every time I make myself come.” Every time? He thinks of me? I don’t know why it entrances me, but it does. “And I want to know why.”
“Do you think of me too, Penelope?”
“Or do you only think of them?”
“Can you take me as far as you took him?” he asks. I gasp for air when he finally pulls out for a moment. “I can try.”
“Give me everything you have,” he says. “Everything you gave him.” Who is him?
Is it Felix … o...
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“That’s it, I want you to suck my fucking soul out of my body,” he groans, his tongue dipping out to lick his lips.
When he pulls out, I suck in a much-needed breath, my lips still covered with his seed. But he still pulls farther away, only to grab my face with both hands so he can kiss me full on the lips. What is happening?
He leans back, his lips still touching mine as he looks me in the eyes. “Now I understand.” I frown. “What?”
His frame grows taller in the moonlight as he approaches the window again. “I get it now,” he says. “I would kill for you.”
“You like to humiliate me, don’t you?”
“No,” he says as he pulls me up from the table and props me up against it, eyes boring into mine. “I live for it.” “Why? Why do you hate me so fucking much?” I growl. “Hate?” His eyes narrow as he leans in so close I can feel his breath on my skin. “No, Pen, this is possession.”
“You’re mine, Penelope.”
Felix groans along with me. “You’re a sick little twisted bitch, aren’t you?” He grabs a fistful of my hair and pushes inside slowly, then pulls out. “Just…” THRUST. “Fucking…” THRUST. “Perfect.”
“You are everything I need right now.”
“Ride my face like you own it.”
“You are not a replacement,” I seethe, angered she’d say that out loud. “You … you are so, so much more to us … to me …” I take in a breath, having a hard time with myself because I’ve avoided even thinking about this. In fact, I almost convinced myself it wasn’t true. “Even more than Eve.”
“I’m gonna fucking lick your soul out of your body.”
“Hey now, don’t take her all for yourself,” Dylan says as he steps right next to me. “Let us have some fun too.” Felix’s lips only tear away from mine to glare up at Dylan, and oh boy, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this enraged. “Don’t interrupt my meal.” Fuck. That’s hot.
Use me, corrupt me, ruin me beyond repair.
“Then you’ll be fucking ours, and we’ll be fucking yours,” he groans, pounding into me again so hard
my whole body shakes. “Until your last”—thrust—“dying”—thrust—“breath.”
“Because I fucking love every inch of your fucked-up soul.”
