If my obedience placated Felix in any way, he didn’t show it. That angry knit in his brow was still there.
“I did as you asked.” I’m not sure why I felt the need to point it out.
The furrow in his brow deepened while the corner of his mouth curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Are you trying to please me, Poppet?”
“No,” I grumbled while Flynn pumped the hilt inside me.
He wasn’t fucking me with the hilt in a sensual way like last time. This was rough, fast, and hard, meant to hurt, and it did. But it didn’t at the same time either. My pussy seemed to enjoy the pain.
I hated how they made me feel. They were holding us hostage, forcing us to play their sick games, had killed someone, and cooked her leg. They were monsters. Yet, I was struggling to hold back my moans. Maybe I was a monster, too?
No. I couldn’t let them win.
“I won’t give you what you want.”
“I don’t want your obedience, Poppet.” Felix yanked on my hair, making my scalp scream. “I want your surrender.”
The angle of the knife shifted, causing my pussy to clamp down as it rubbed against a sinful spot inside me.
I bit down hard on my lip, attempting to suppress the spark of pleasure that shot up my spine.
But Felix still saw me shiver.
“You see…” A coy smirk spread across his face. “You can’t help it. Obedience is mechanical. Anyone can mimic it if they fear the knife enough. But submission…”
The way he said submission should not have sounded so tempting. Then again, something this twisted should not feel this good. All I wanted to do was arch my hips back.
“Submission is an uncontrolled symphony of honesty.” Felix pulled my head closer to him, then leaned down to growl in my ear, “You may be able to lie to yourself, Poppet, but you can’t lie to me.”
Every nerve in my body lit up, overpowering me with sensations. The heat of our bodies,Felix’s breath grazing the shell of my ear, the smell of sin in the air, and the desire I long ago shoved away were all right there, waiting to break free.
“I don’t want your obedience, Poppet. I want the truth you keep choking back.”
I came. Hard.
My entire body seized as my pussy clamped down on the hilt. And this time, I couldn’t hold back my moan. I grabbed Felix’s shoulder and held on as I screamed out my ecstasy.
“Finally,” Felix purred. “Your mask slips.”
Flynn pulled the knife out of me while I was still stuck ridingmy orgasmic waves. At first, I thought it was over. Then I felt something else press against me. Something warm and hard.
Somewhere in the distance, I heard the knife clink on the floor as Flynn’s fingers grip my hips. But none of that registered over the voice in my head whispering, “Come play with me, Mazie.”
“Wa—” was all I got out before Flynn pushed deep inside me.
It hurt. My pussy struggled to accommodate his size, and he didn’t stop with one thrust. Flynn fucked me with no regard for me or the injuries on my body. He slammed into me over and over again until pain and pleasure mixed, and my mind went blank. I couldn’t tell if I was moaning, or whimpering, or both.
All the while, Felix growled in my ear, “Give in, Poppet. Surrender to us, and we’ll show you the real meaning of depravity.”
I didn’t want that, or this. The girl who gave into her selfish needs died a long time ago. At least I thought she had. Now, I wasn’t so sure.
Every time Flynn shoved his cock inside me, I could feel her clawing at the back of my mind. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the delicious way my pussy stretched. I craved it. My body had been starved for so long.
Despite how hard I tried to resist, my hips rolled back, begging for more.
Then I heard a voice that made my blood run cold.
“Mazie.”
