“Why would I stop when you’re gagging for it?” He smirks and presses his thumb to my clit.
“Nonono—oh, you mother fucking sonofa—ahh!” I can’t turn it off. Can’t stop it. He rubs my burning, swollen nub something fierce while pressing down on my G-spot. The pressure grows and grows.
And snaps.
He throws me over the edge. I slam my eyes shut. I clench my teeth around a scream from the orgasm exploding in me. Little eruptions surge through my pussy and send shockwaves through my body. Heat blazes through my system. Destructive heat. Bringing hell to me just like he swore. I arch my back, lift my hips, and ride his fingers through the last torrential bursts of the climax.
My eyes are still closed when I feel the warm gush of liquid. Pleasenonono. I don’t want to look. But I know what it is. Red’s cum.
Rory’s fingers are still buried in me, and I moan and buck, “Get the fuck out!”
“Fekking gorgeous, little Lass,” the monster laughs and circles his fingers once inside me before pulling them out.
When I open my eyes, he’s stretched his still-wet fingers toward Vincent. “Want a taste?”
“Pass.” He shakes his head.
Rory shrugs. “Your loss.” Tears burn my eyes, and bile swirls in my stomach from him tasting me. But more from the feeling of his semen all over my legs and pussy.
“I’m not quite done with ye yet.” Rory bobs his brows.
I look at the trees, focus on the smell of the pines and redwoods as he does what he said. Get me filthy. He rubs mud all over my body. Mud in the teeth marks, mud on my reddened ass, on my breasts, and mud on my wet pussy lips.
“Want another round, Lass?” he taunts while stroking me.
Burning my eyes against his, I grit my teeth around my words. “Let me go, you crazy fucker.”
My breath is ripped from my lungs. One second, I’m on the ground. The next, he’s forced me onto his lap, legs straddling his with my wrists locked at the base of my spine. My breasts are pushed against his chest.
“Aye, that’s right. Crazy as fuck,” he says, his breath hot against my lips. “And you’re my pretty little birthday present. We’re just getting started. I’m going to have so much fun with ye tonight. All night long.”
I won’t deny the fear chilling my blood. I shiver. But he doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know who I am, where I’ve come from. So when he scrapes his teeth along my neck, I lean down to whisper in his ear, “Want to know a secret, Red?”
He flicks his eyes up with a sinful grin. “What’s that, Lass?”
“Maybe I’m…” I lick a devilish tease along the curve of his ear, reveling in how he flexes beneath me, “…even crazier than you.”
With that, I sink my teeth into his earlobe. I bite hard. Hard as a vice, hard as a steel cage. He howls in pain. But when I pull harder, when I yank my mouth back, tearing the flesh, tasting blood, and feeling flesh in my mouth, he doesn’t just howl. Heroars, breaking his hold to grip his ruined ear. Enough for me to scramble away and get to my feet.
“Fecking bitch!” he snarls and lunges as I spit out the fleshy lobe. I gag, but the adrenaline keeps me from retching.
I smell freedom for two seconds before a great fortress of muscle surrounds me, seizing my arms, chaining them behind my back. I don’t even bother trying to move out of Vincent’s hold. I wouldn’t get a flinch.
Rory marches toward me, fire in his eyes, blood streaming down the side of his neck. The same blood coating my mouth and dripping down my chin.
He brings his hand down in a solid strike to my cheek. I feel the blow, the pain of the slap. He’s all feral ferocity. But I seethe and hiss at him, grinning from ear to ear before wagging my tongue wet with his blood.
“Big mistake, Firecracker.” He shows me his teeth.
“Want another round, Red?” I mock him.
The moment he reaches for me, Vincent backs up with me, and Rory’s hand gets nothing but air.
“Back off, Rory,” Vincent says.
“No.”
This time, Vincent shoves him hard. Hard enough for Rory to stumble and land in the mud. Yeah, that’s where he belongs.
