She scoffs. “You call being bound and fucked a good time?” she sneers.
“You loved it when we chased you through the Dungeon and fucked you like a filthy slut until you passed out.” Her mouth pops open and her eyes widen at Vegah’s admission. “Yeah, that’s right. We’ve been inside this pussy before,” he growls, then cups her cunt, making her jerk and gasp in surprise. He pushes a finger inside her, making her whimper. She widens her legs slightly, giving him better access.
This woman is a fucking nympho!
“Shit,” she pants as he inserts a second finger and continues to fuck her with his fingers.
“We know you have been looking for us,” Vlad says.
“You’ve become a frequent visitor at the Dungeon, letting any motherfucker with a cock inside you,” I hiss.
“You let them touch what’s ours, now we’ll punish you for allowing that to happen,” Vegah adds.
She presses onto her tiptoes and tilts her head back as far as she can, giving Vegah better access to her throat.
“Punish me,” she begs. I refrain from shaking my head, knowing Vegah isn't going to give her what she wants. He’s going to bring her right to the edge before he denies her the release she craves.
He leans forward and glides his mask along the side of her face. The sight of him like this has me getting hard again. I love watching him in his element, seeing him torture and kill fuckers means he fucks me hard when we get home. His brother doesn’tagree with our relationship and lost it when he found out his precious son, Vlad, joined us for a threesome.
“This pussy is ours,” Vegah growls.
“Hmmm.”
“Tell me who the fuck owns it,” he snaps.
“You own it,” she cries out as her eyes begin to roll backward. She’s right there, ready to come again, but Vegah yanks his fingers free and steps back. The shocked look on her face is priceless.
“Get comfortable, Prosecutor. You’ll be standing here for a while,” I say as the three of us walk out of the room. She screams and yells threats but they fall on deaf ears. I pull the door closed and follow the others further down the hall.
“We need the intel she has,” Vlad says.
“We get that when we get inside her head. The quickest way to do that is to have the bitch craving our cocks and willing to do anything, just so she can feel them inside her.” Vegah sounds smug, I tear my mask off and look into my boyfriend's eyes.
“How can you be so sure?” I hedge.
He removes his masks and smirks. “For six weeks she has been searching for us. She already craves us. Her anger is just a mask. She’ll give in soon enough and when we get what we want, we end her.”
“And if she doesn’t give up the intel she has on my dad?” Vlad breathes out.
“We torture the bitch until she does. Monte is a fucking idiot but not even I will allow my brother to rot in prison. If anyone is going to take him down, it’ll be me,” he vows.
CHAPTER FIVE
JENNA
My fucking mind is reeling!
The three men I have been trying to find for weeks from the Dungeon are here! They have me handcuffed to a pole and just fucked my brains out. In my mind’s eye I had pictured us reconnecting and fucking like rabbits again, but not like this! These men are clearly not who I thought they were.
I knew they would have been into some illegal or shady shit since they were members of the Dungeon. Don’t get me wrong, there are some law abiding people that still go there but they are few and far between. None of that mattered to me though because of how they made me feel. They woke the huntress inside me that constantly is forced to remain dormant, because by society's standards, it’s wrong to crave what I do.
I love to be used, hit, chained, spat on, forced past limits and made to still take more.
A lawyer like me isn’t supposed to want those things. I’m meant to want missionary sex and read books by the fire while I wait for my husband to come home.
I’m not that bitch. I want you to pull my fucking hair, use my pussy and fill every damn hole I have, then make me black out from orgasming too damn much.
I want all the fucking filth.
