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I wanted to lay out on the beach with a margarita in one hand and a vibrator in the other, not a damn care in the world.
It was a painting of three werewolf creatures ravaging a woman, and she was having the time of her life. There was no mistaking that look on her face, and for a moment, I felt jealous.
The monster cocked his head, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand as he leaned against the doorframe. “I was waiting to see if she’d notice me first, but she’s just a dumb little thief.” The voice dripped with sweet disdain. My head swung to the left. How had I missed him?!
His gaze swept over me. Undressing me. Reading everything about me. I felt a lick of heat between my thighs, which confused me more than anything else.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Minos growled. “You put a bullet in her head, and I’ll tear down every single one of your plans for the next century.”
He was pulsing, his cock a crimson red with golden veins. Cum dripped from the tip, splattering onto me. His shaft had ridges every inch or so and a knot the size of a baseball towards his balls.
“I want to be so deep inside you that I can feel your heart beating around my cock and both knots,” I purred. “That’s how I’m looking at you.”
“Damon will kill me,” she whimpered. “Not if you’re pregnant,” I said, smirking.
“I don’t know.” “What was that?” “I don’t know,” I growled. “Right, because you’re our dumb little whore, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, smiling. He paused, letting out a low growl. “Don’t call me that unless you want my cock in your mouth, princess.” “Am I princess now or still little thief?” “You're a little whore. Now, come on. Go put something on that will convince Damon not to murder you, then let's go.”
Minos let out a low groan, tipping his head back. I realized that there was a machine thrusting inside of him, a large dildo sliding in and out.
I felt so broken. So fucking numb. I was tired of the hell that had followed me for so long. “I just need to feel something,” I whispered.
He let go and I gasped as his other hand came forward, slapping me across my right cheek. My head whipped to the side, the pain following. Maybe I was a whore. My pussy throbbed, my chest heaving. “Gods,” Damon murmured. “They really made you just for us, didn’t they?” “What?” I asked. He slapped me again. I cried out, the pain pairing with pleasure again. “Open your mouth.”
“You’re not a whore to me,” he grunted. “You’re mine, Ashley. I’m going to fuck you,” -thrust- “mate you,” -thrust- “breed you,” -thrust- “worship you.”
“Thieves and monsters,” he said, forcing me to look up at him. “Who would have ever thought, huh? A pretty little thief begging for me to fuck her sweet cunt. Are you sure you want my knot, or do you want to sleep?”
“That’s right, baby girl, keep dreaming. I wonder if you’re thinking of me now that my cock is in you.”
