“I want it,” I pant as I weather the force of their thrusts. My throat is hoarse from screaming but I don’t care. My orgasm is cresting and I latch onto it with everything I have, needing this release more than I need to fucking breathe.
“Come for us like a good little whore,” I hear green demand. His words are all I need to fall over the edge into pure bliss. I scream as my orgasm thunders through me, like a storm set on destroying anything in its path. It robs me of air and my vision turns hazy as I ride the waves of pleasure they force me to endure.
Before I can even catch my breath, I hear the guy behind me grunt. White releases my hair as green comes to stand in frontof me and shoves his cock in my open mouth, making me choke. I don’t try to pull back. He fists his fingers in my hair and holds me in place as he fucks my throat while the other two continue to pump in and out of me.
Forgive me Father. I wish I could say I was sorry for sinning again, but I’m not. If this is what it’s like to live in sin, then I’m a fucking sinner.
“Suck it harder, bitch.” Green sneers. I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper into my throat. I gag around him but it doesn’t deter him or the others as they continue to fuck me. The grip yellow has on my hips is fucking bruising, but I long to see the marks he leaves behind on my skin. I want to feel them imprinted on me. These are the three men I have been searching for. For weeks I have tried to relive that moment in the Dungeon, never coming close until today.
“Fuck, I’m close,” the one beneath me forces out through clenched teeth.
“I’m nearly there, baby,” yellow pants as he thrusts into me, making me moan around green’s cock.
“Shit,” Green roars as his cock swells in my mouth, the hot tangy taste of his cum fills my mouth. I swallow greedily, needing to taste him and have him inside me. Shudders roll through him as I continue to lick him clean.
“I’m coming!” yellow yells. He thrusts into me twice more as he bellows out his release, filling my tight hole with it.
White grips my hips and holds me in place as he thrusts upward. Green releases me and I pull back and scream as a wave of pleasure rolls through me. I don’t wince when yellow pulls out of me because I’m too focused on my second orgasm brewing. White’s thrusts are brutal and harsh but I love it. I ride the fucking wave of ecstasy when it slams into me, taking me by surprise at how powerful it is. I hear him groaning beneath meas he comes, but I’m too busy milking my release for everything it’s fucking worth to acknowledge it fully.
Shudders continue to plague me as he goes still beneath me. I flop forward, utterly spent and sated for the first time in weeks. My eyes are heavy and my limbs refuse to move. I can’t fucking move. They can leave me out here for all I care.
“Truth or dare, Prosecutor?” white asks breathlessly. His question is like a shockwave through my system. I draw back and stare down at him with apprehension. He may be wearing contacts, but I see the dark look in his eyes. Something tells me this man isn’t someone to be trifled with or pushed.
I look up to see yellow and green standing there with their arms crossed and their dicks safely back inside their sweats. The masks the three of them wear only serve to enhance their darkness. I don’t know how I missed it before. All three of them have a dark edge to them and it’s plain as day for me to see it now.
“Who are you?” I breathe out.
“Truth or dare,” yellow presses.
My face contorts, how the hell can they fuck me and then push me for answers. Did that moment we just shared mean nothing to them? No, of course it didn’t, Jenna, you idiot! I scold myself. I’m the one who has been looking for them for weeks, not the other way around. I’ve been pining and lusting after three faceless men for weeks, only to now realize they had forgotten all about me the moment they left that room.
That knowledge fucking stings. It hurts more than it should but I have never met anyone who is into the same type of shit I am in the bedroom. The other guys I’ve fucked at the Dungeon all have limits and refuse to cross them, which I get, but I want someone to push me to mine and help me find what my limit is. No one has been willing to do that except for these three, and that shit burns worse than tipping vodka on an open cut.
“Truth,” I say in a defeated tone.
“What’s the intel you have on the Frondozo Cosa Nostra?” green asks, knocking the wind right out of me.
CHAPTER EIGHT
VLADIMIR
She pales, she darts her gaze between me and Dimitri before looking down at Vegah. Whatever she sees in his eyes has her scrambling off him. My uncle just chuckles, tucks his dick back in his pants, then comes to stand beside me.
I run my gaze over her. She has scrapes on her knees and arms, her hair is a wild mess and I can make out the imprint of Dimitri and Vegah’s fingerprints on her hips. She looks thoroughly fucked and used and it’s a damn good look on her. I fucking hate that the bitch is trying to take my family down. If she wasn’t, then I would be inclined to keep her sexy ass.
She shakes her head and backs up a step. “Who the fuck are you three?” she snaps.
“What’s the intel, Prosecutor?” Dimitri presses in a calm tone.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lies through her teeth.
“The longer you take to tell us, the longer you are stuck here with us,” Vegah informs her.
She rolls her eyes. “Oh, because you clearly just witnessed how much I hate spending time with you.” She scoffs sarcastically.
“You will tell us what we want to know,” I vow.
“You’ll have to kill me,” she hisses.
