The big guy, like a tattooed tank, just leans casually against a tree, but I can tell his muscles are tense. He’s watching us, everything.
Red made a mistake, leaving my hands free. Even as he brings his mouth down in another searing kiss, I grip as much mud and sand as possible, wrench my mouth free, then bring my fist up in a hard knock. His jaw snaps back.
“Eat dirt, asshole!” I shove the mud at his mouth.
Terror rips through me when he doesnotget mad. No, worse. He tips his head back with a maniacal laugh before lowering his head to lock eyes with mine. A soul-leveling grin of utter power and fury.
“Wanna play in the mud,Briella? I’ll get ye filthy.”
With that, he grips my corset and rips it right down the middle, tearing it off, spilling my breasts. I shriek and scream, bucking and bucking, but it’s no use. The next thing I know, he’s rolled me over, holding me down by the back of my neck, grinding me into the mud, and wrenching off my skirts. Practically claws them away, leaving me naked, except for my underwear.
“Aww, look at that. Pretty and pink.” He slips a finger beneath the line, and I try to rear up, but he shoves me back down. My mouth drags through the mud. Acid scalds my throat when he yanks my panties clean off, chucking them away before rubbing my ass, rubbing dirt along my cheeks.
“Nice one we got here, Vincent,” he comments to the tank nearby. “Nice, fine, and ripe.” He brings his hand down in a solid slap. A flashback from Easthaven scorches my mind, the pain…on my back, my ass…everywhere. But it was electric shocks back there.
Not this.
Slap, slap, slap, grip.
“Fuck, girl’s got curves. Look at these sweet hips.”
God! Why is this turning me on so much? I hate how the praise sinks into my blood, heating me and tingling my skin.
“Naugh—ty—litt—le—Lass!” he punctuates the syllables in time to his strikes. Red rains down blows on my ass, burning my cheeks until welts form. I claw at the ground while the fire spreads like molten liquid to my pussy. It’s just my fucked up body overruling my useless mind and responding to the trauma, the abuse, tricking me into thinking I like this.
I can’t like this.
Rory flips me over. The second I try to punch him, he catches my wrists and slams them down on each side of my head. The muscles scream.
“Well, well, look at this pretty Lass we have, Vincent,” he croons, giving me a once-over before palming my breast, kneading the flesh. “Look at the size of these beauties!” He slaps my left breast cruelly, knocking it against the other.
“Get your fucking hands off me!” I scream and writhe, but he plants his weight down harder and lowers his head to me. “God!” I cry when he sinks his teeth into the side of my neck while gripping my breast harder, pinching and twisting the nipple.
Out of the corner of my eye, Vincent watches the display, and I can see his cock tenting his pants. Fuck, do they all have such big dicks?
Rory sucks my breast, leaving red marks before closing his lips around the hard nipple and sucking hard. My nerves light up, my pussy throbs.
“Fuck me,” he groans against my breast. “I’m going to love marking up these pretty pink tits.”
As he roams down my body, leaving teeth marks everywhere, adrenaline and endorphins take over until I’m sinking into the mud. It doesn’t stop hurting. Feels like he’s cutting little flares of hell all over me. But then he licks every little hurt. Something breaks inside me. Not my dignity. That was gone a long time ago, along with my innocence and modesty. But he’s stealing my pride, making me love the pain.
How long have we been here? Minutes? An hour?
When Red puts his mouth on me, he bites my labia. I screech fiercely, but he freezes. Then laughs deeply against my pussy before dipping his tongue inside my pubic lips with a mad lick, tasting my fluids. He’s got my wrists locked with one of his hands in a powerful grip on my stomach.
“Bloody Christ, she’s wet, Vincent. Fuck that, she’s soaked!” He buries his face deeper, rasping his tongue and beard against my center.
“Fuck you, you pathetic piece of dogshi—ahh!”
He hits me right between the legs, burning my folds with the heat of his palm. “I’m gonna get this pretty, pink cunt red as my hair, Firecracker.”
He makes good on his promise. Pain explodes there. I open my mouth, but any savage scream gets lodged in my throat. Slamming his palm down again and again, I get a glimpse of the unholy devil in Rory’s eyes. I’ve seen demons before. Felt them. Hell, I took them with me when I left Easthaven.
But I’ve never seen or felt anything like this. Nothing like the agony and pleasure attacking my center. Deep pulsations flutter in my core, and I hold my breath, refusing to let myself climaxto this torture. Especially when he’s grinding his erection against the side of my leg.
By now, Vincent isn’t hiding it. He’s taken out his cock, and he’s stroking it, fisting it. Not just long but thick. I’m too distracted by the sight, the fingers stabbing inside my center, shock me.
“For fuck’s sake, stop, you miserable dick!” I shriek as Rory pumps his fingers in and out while leering down at me. No matter how hard I writhe and squirm, his hand on my wrists is like iron.
