An evil expression crosses his face as he says, “I guess we will find out. Spread your legs.”
A voice in my head screams,No, make this stop!
Lifting my right leg, I pull back and attempt to kick him in the chest, but he grabs my ankle and bites down hard on my heel, until I yelp from the sting.
“Bad slut,” he groans, his voice dark with his own desire, and it causes my clit to pulse with need.
He pushes the cross inside me with his other hand, and I just lie here because it’s done.
I’m sorry,I silently tell God. Even though I’m not sure I believe in him anymore, the faithful little girl still resides in me. Regardless of how angry I am, the religious indoctrination is strong.This is wrong.Yet, as he begins fucking me with the cross, it feels good… too good. I know I’ve lost a piece of myself, and of all men, it’s toKillian Bonetti.
“This ravenous cunt will take anything, Killer. So fucking needy.”
“Killian,” I moan, and he chuckles as he moves the cross in and out of me. I don’t need him to tell me how wet I am because I can hear it, but he does anyway.
“Fuck, Killer. Are you drenched for me, or is it for your almighty father?”
His words should be enough to turn me off, but as he turns the cross inside me, I explode with a pleasure so deep, it consumes me.
“Killian!” I cry out, suddenly not caring if his brothers hear us, as my eyes nearly roll back in my head.
He removes the cross from my pussy and takes one long lick across the center, before putting it in his mouth, sucking my juice from it.
Tossing it on the side of the bed, he climbs between my legs. He hovers over me, with a hand on either side of me on the mattress, and stares into my eyes.
“Tell me to stop, Killer. Tell me you don’t want this.”
I wonder if he would get off me if I did, but I don’t say the words because it would be a lie.
I wish I could.
Kneeling between my thighs, he places his hand around my bound wrists as he lines his cock up with my entrance.
Killian pushes inside me with a grunt. He doesn’t give me a chance to get used to his large size. It’s not slow or sweet. With every thrust, he reminds me that he hates me.
“Such a filthy slut. You’ll let anybody inside this pussy, won’t you?”
Every punishing thrust brings me closer to the edge. Every word he speaks in that deep voice causes the fire inside me to grow, until it’s a raging inferno.
“Killian!” I cry out, as another orgasm pulls me to the point of no return. Is everything going to change now? His next words unleash fear like I’ve never known.
“Smile for the camera, Killer.”
I look up and see the red light, like I did when Killian was watching me from the gym. Either Carter or Knox is watching us right now.
“If they didn’t know you were a whore before, they do now.”
He doesn’t slow down, but keeps railing me hard and fast.
“Fuck. This pussy is fucking fantastic. I can’t blame them for wanting it so much. So goddamn tight.”
I look into the camera as he groans his release. The feeling of his cock, as it spasms inside me, pulls yet another orgasm out of me. As I dig my nails into his skin and whimper with pleasure, I look at the red light. Guilt washes over me. I know Carter said before he was okay if I slept with Killian, but now that it has happened, I’m worried.
“I’m sorry,” I mouth silently, feeling like I’ve committed a crime worse than being fucked with a cross. Did I just ruin everything by fucking a man that hates me?
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
KNOX
