Page 26 of Where Angels Fall

“I guess I don't really need you to answer that,” I continue, letting out a breathy laugh against her lips. “I saw the way you writhed against his mouth like a needy fucking thing. Your body tells me exactly what I already know.”

A tear slips past her long, dark lashes as she shakes her head, still warring with the shame inside of her. I would feel bad, but she needs this. My men need this.

I straighten, but my fingers still work in and out of her cunt, the wet sounds echoing in my mind. My thumb joins in, softly rubbing over her swollen clit, and she lets out the sweetest little cry.

“If you don't already know,” I project my voice over to my men, who all have hard cocks and hunger in their eyes, “this is my angel, and tonight her body is at your mercy. Take from her whatever you need. Use her tight little holes and her perfect fucking body. I want to hear her screaming before the night's over.”

I hear her suck in a shocked breath, her head shaking in fast twists.

“No, no, no, no, no,” she mumbles repeatedly, trying to dislodge my hand from her wet pussy. “This is too much... too far. This wasn't what I expected.”

Finally, my fingers slip out and I grip her face, her own arousal smearing over her cheeks as I lean over.

“You willingly walked into this club again and didn't expect your body to be used?” I question her, cynicism wrapping around my words. “What a little liar you are.”

I step away, and she seems to relax, but only for a second. Since my men advance on her. They're like wolves surrounding a lamb. Murderous, starving wolves, and just scared a little lamb.

I fall back against a chair, my body unfolding as Matt hands me another drink. I reach into my pocket and pull out another cigarette, needing something to calm me down. This uptight little priss has an effect on my emotions, in a way I don't know if I can control. My fingers tremble slightly as I pop the smoke in between my lips and light it . As I exhale the smoke, letting the nicotine rush through my bloodstream, the first man makes a move on my beautiful angel.

Connor. He's an older man, not as old as Matt, but in his late 30s. He's rough as fuck, with a haughty beard and a shaved head. Tattoos cover his entire face and body; even his eyelids are stained with ink. He roughly grips my angel's hips, his fingertips almost touching as they encircle her entire body.

Lifting her with ease off the bar, her legs instinctively wrap around his waist, her heels locking behind him. Small hands push at his chest, but it's a weak effort. Frantic eyes dart around the room, until they land on me. She won’t find a hero here.

Connor pulls his cock out of his pants in seconds. The thing is thick and covered with veins; his cockhead is red, angry with need. It doesn’t take long for him to pull the sweet girl over it. Although she looks scared as fuck, she can't deny the pleasure of that twists on her face. Her mouth parts as a cry falls past her lips in and instead of pushing, her fists tangle in his shirt.

Her face turns crimson as she looks at the rough face of the man who just speared her with his thick cock. It has my own cock straining against the zipper of my pants. Connor isn't sweet or slow. His hands bruise her hips as he pulls her off his cock before slamming her back down. Her entire body jolts with the force.

He uses her like she's just a toy, just a hole that he can drag on and off his cock. His face is twisted in a snarl, top lip curling as he grunts and growls, fucking her in brutal thrusts. It's so rough and raw and animalistic. It's so us.

He looks like he's about to fucking break her, snap her in half; but then her back arches. Her tits press against the leather patch on his vest, and she moans up at the roof as her head tips back on a moan. Blonde hair sways down her shoulders.

My tongue finds the sharp point of my tooth, letting the pain ground me for a second. Xavier, one man who helps distribute our weapons, steps up behind her. I watch in awe as she melts into him, her head falling back onto his shoulder.

Every movement that Connor makes has her body rocking, tits jiggling, and lungs heaving. Xavier supports her weight from behind her, pressing behind her, his lips connecting with her neck.

Xavier is younger than Connor and much softer. His dark skin makes her pale skin stand out. They are complete opposites, and their bodies pressed together look mouthwatering. His darkness to her light. Dark cropped hair next to golden blonde locks. Muscular arms wrapped around her small body.

His own cock is hard, almost ripping through his pants as his hips softly grind into her from behind. Lifting his hand, he sucks his fingers into his mouth, making them nice and wet, before he lowers them back between her cheeks. Circling them around her asshole. She tenses again, just like she did when Matt played with her little hole. It makes me smile. She obviously hasn't had her tiny, little asshole played with before, and I'm honoured that her first time is in my club.

I can tell the moment he shoves one finger in as her whole body arches off him, her eyes screwed shut in a perfect combination of pain and pleasure. The expression looks fucking stunning on her face. It's obvious that she loves it with the way her body reacts, falling back against Xavier and writhing between Connor's cock and Xavier's thick finger. She bites her lip, trying to hold in a moan, which will prove futile by the end of the night. Like I said, she will be screaming before long.

I sip on my drink, needing something to do with my hands because I'm itching to reach out and touch her myself.

She's probably wondering why I'm letting my men even lay a finger on her. Hell, I wonder it sometimes too, but nothing brings me more sense of control than bringing a girl to the club and letting my men ravage her body. Because at the end of the day, I still have all the power.

I say, what happens. I say, what doesn't. The minute I say stop.... These men will stop. It doesn't matter if their cock is lodged in a sweet cunt, they’ll grit their teeth and pull out, turning to me, waiting for the next demand.

My angel will come tonight. Multiple times before I even lay a finger on her. To me, that is power. To me, that is control.

Don't get me wrong... I will have my way with her on my terms, and she will love every fucking second of it.

And Maddison doesn’t know it, but right now she has control. She has power. Every man here, every killer, has their eyes on her. Their cocks ache for her. Their hands reach for her perfect body.

It’s easy to see she’s lived her whole life striving for perfection. I can see it in the way she dresses, in the way she smiles. I saw it when she dropped to her knees for the dorky fucking prick in a suit. Everything in her life is controlled. Marked down in her little calendar for her to follow. But here... here she can let go. She can let go and give in to her base instincts, in a way I’m guessing she never really has.

Judging by the way her face clenches, she feels pure pleasure, and she is still trying to fight it. She needs this more than anyone. I've never met a more uptight girl in my life.

There's something dark, deep down inside her that intrigues me more than I'd like to admit. I want to reach into her chest cavity and find out what makes her eyes dull the way they do, what makes her mind disappear the way it tries to do. I want in to more than just her body, and I can honestly say this is a first.