I step toward her, wrapping my hand around her throat.Her eyes widen but not from fear.My princess doesn’t get scared.No.There’s a challenge in her gaze.She raises one eyebrow, taunting me.Asking me if I’m going to do it or be a bitch.
How far am I going to push her today?Is she ready for what we can do to her?Or should we play nice?Be gentle?
Fuck, no.Murder her with your dick.
This girl doesn’t thrive on gentle.She wants to be fucked hard.To be taken to the edge.To be begging on her knees like a junkie who wants an ice pipe.
I force her backward.She falls onto the bed, and I go with her without removing my hand from her throat.“Zion, let me take off your pants,” I growl out, and Zion scoffs.
“Fuck off,” he says, and I look back over my shoulder, glaring.
He shakes his head.Fucking asshole.As quickly as I can, I release my hold on Amirah and stand.
Zion pushes me away from Amirah, and I chuckle.He takes off his pants.His long, hard cock standing strong.
I watch as Amirah’s gaze moves over Zion’s chest and down to his dick.She licks her lips, and I can’t control myself any longer.I grab my own in my hand and start tugging, watching them together, begging for Zion to make another move.I walk over to the drawer, grabbing out a condom.
“Fuck her,” I grit out, handing Zion the packet, and Zion glares at me with so much anger.I shrug.He wants this.They both do, and I’m just giving them a little encouragement.
Amirah licks her lips and nods.Zion inches forward, wrapping up his cock, then rests on his elbows.He lines himself up with her cunt and pushes inside of her in one hard thrust.My hand tugs my cock faster to the rhythm of Zion’s thrusts.
Amirah keeps her gaze on Zion’s, and he keeps his on hers.Both seem lost in each other.A pang of jealousy runs through my veins.
I want her gaze on me.Watching me.
No.Just let your best friend have his moment.
It takes everything within me not to shove him off her and fill her with my own cock.
She bites down on her lip.I push forward, one hand on my cock and the other closing around her throat, cutting off her air supply.How long can she hold on?How far can we push her?Guess we’ll find out.
Zion fucks her hard and fast.The loud slaps fill the room.Kai watches silently, as if he’s hypnotized by them.
She whimpers and moans.It’s music to my ears, and having Zion and Kai here is like icing on this spectacular cake.It feels good.I just want them to witness Amirah as she comes undone.Our princess.Our captive.There’s an undercurrent of electricity in the room, and it’s all because of her.This princess of our enemy.Who knew that kidnapping her would be the best thing that’s ever happened to me?To us?
“Bear!”Kai yells, and I focus back on Amirah.Her face is turning red.Fuck.She’s about to pass out.
You could keep going.
I relax my grip around her throat, and she gasps for air.Zion pulls out, removing the condom, and his release spills all over her chest.With one final tug, I follow, painting her body in our creamy cum.She’s like a damn piece of art.
Her throat is red with my handprint.Fuck, maybe I pushed her too hard?
“You okay?”I ask, running my fingers gently across her throat.
She nods, and I let out a heavy breath.
“Who’s next?”I ask, looking at Kai and back to Amirah.
She’s up on her elbows, an angry scowl on her fuckable lips.“I’m not an object you pass around between your friends,” she snaps, and I laugh.
“You don’t want more?”I challenge, and there’s a sparkle in her mossy-green eyes.She does, but the question is, will she admit it?
“I do, especially if it’s him,” she says, glancing up at Kai, whose cheeks are stained pink.
My little captive is such a good girl.
Chapter Thirty-Five
