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.”
