"Oath," I return, licking her blood off the blade as she watches in rapt fascination. Pressing the mechanism on my blade, I close it and shove it into my slacks.
Pushing her back onto the bed, the twins stare at me with annoyance, but for once, she doesn't look anywhere but at me.
"You're a sick fuck, Lennox," Prudence bites out.
Wrong move, fuckface.
His words make Colt flinch. He notices then closes his eyes with realization.
"Legs up, Colt."
She starts to, stops, and then looks back toward them again.
"Don't look at them. They're not here. Right now, you're my little slut. They're just voyeurs to our show."
She nods, her fear palpable.
"Safe word," I demand, not questioning at all.
"Green," she breathes, and the boys flinch. Rossy’s pet name for her being the one she chose as her safe word isn't lost on me, and I smirk.
Her legs rise, her thighs parting, showing me her dripping cunt. And fuck, it's pink, wet, and swollen, all used and abused.
"Been slutty, Corpse?"
She whimpers and nods.
Bringing my hand between her legs, I smack her cunt, making sure to hit her swollen clit and piercing. Yelping, she cants off the bed.
"Such a naughty girl, letting Justice cum inside your pretty cunt."
"I-I'm sorry," she cries out, stuttering with tears forming in her eyes.
Shaking my head with a sigh, I offer only disapproval. Wetness covers my finger as I slide it over her leaking hole. Raising it to her peripheral vision, I slide my fingers together, showing the sticky substance.
"Looks like you're not sorry," I reprimand. With an adjustment, I'm leaning above her. I smear their shared slickness across her closed lips. "You wanted to be a slut, didn't you?"
Heat is all she offers, her defiant and bratty side coming to the forefront. I spread her legs wider, pressing them, exposing her sloppy pussy. Leaning back to a crouch, I stare at her, spread her lips apart, and trace every swollen inch. She whimpers loudly, her neediness making it hard to hold out.
"I'm going to have to fix this, Colton. Defile you. Mark you. Fuck their cum out of you."
She gasps, and when I look up, she's blushing every shade of red. Her shame is so goddamn delicious.
Usually, I would make her undress me, but I need to make this quick. My balls already throb, and my cock is fucking steel. Taking out my dick, I lean down and ram into her in one go.
She bows off the bed with a loud moan. Fuck, even with them being inside her, she's tight as fuck. Her walls clench me with every thrust.
I make sure to look at the twins as I fuck into her, pistoning my hips so they hear our skin slap. Justice looks at where our bodies connect with desire, but Prudence looks ready to bash my skull in. Glad one of them is hurting from this.
"See this, Colt? My cock owns you just as much as theirs. Don't you feel it?"
Her face is still flushed, sweat lining her hair, her breaths heavy with exertion.
"Yes," she agrees and squeezes me.
"Good little slut," I praise.
She smiles sloppily. She pushes into me as I take her. My orgasm is close. Whenever I'm with her, I can't hold out. It's something I've got to learn to curb. She needs to be properly punished, with tears streaming her face until the very end.
I want her to fucking beg.
My cock twitches, and my balls tingle as my orgasm takes me by force. I pull out of her after I'm sure a string of cum is inside her. Then, I continue fucking my fist, coming all over her cunt and stomach. When I'm finally done, I smear it all over her, tracing it up to her breasts, her throat, and her lips. She's fucking covered with my seed, painted with lust, and fucked with hatred.
I slide my still hard dick inside her a couple more times as I hold her throat, just so she knows I'm using her in front of them and they'll never do a goddamn thing.
This moment is mine. She is mine.
When I pull out finally, I'm spent. She's not, though. Her agitation is apparent, but I won't punish her that way, not this time. Falling to my knees—something I'll only ever do for her—I spread her again.
"Such a pretty pussy, pink and swollen, wet with my seed."
"Please," she whimpers and almost sounds on the verge of crying. Good. Let her beg.
"What was that, Corpse? Not sure if I heard you."
"Please, Lux," she begs, trying to squeeze her thighs together.
I spread them again, smacking her sensitive skin, receiving a little cry. "Remember what I said, Colton. Our secrets are ours. When you scream and one of those fucks above you need to silence you, they're still ours."
She nods frantically, and I do what I do best. I slide my wet fingers up her slit, spreading her wide, and devour her until she screams.
When she’s done and my mouth tastes like a shared buffet, I make her come again and again. By the time she's crying from overstimulation, only then do I tower over her and force all of our shared releases in her mouth.
Like the greedy slut she is, she takes it and doesn't stop until I force her to.
Maybe jealousy isn't as useless as I thought.
Chapter Seven
Colt
As soon as Lux leaves, all the air escapes me.
Why didn't they stop him?
Did they want him to touch me? Shame me? Fuck me? The questions barrage themselves in my head, and the overwhelming need to scream at what I've allowed to happen clogs my throat. They let him touch me... in front of them, no less.
What the fuck.
The looks they shared... It's obvious they know each other, which means them meeting me in Tennessee, our immediate connection, and easy-going relationship was a lie.
Is a lie.
Several things go through my head now:
One, I'd need to keep the facade, keep them interested. Somehow, they're tied in.
Two, all the guys, each one of the seven, are going to fucking kneel for me once this entire thing is finished.
Three, they let Lux have me. They're not trustworthy. They didn't even ask me if it's what I wanted. Yes, I have a safe word. Yes, I felt safe, but this entire fuck-fest wasn't expected.
Four, find the files Yang hid.
Five, find out what Mel is hiding. If the twins know the Arcadia kids, she must too.
Six, trust no one.
First thing's first, dig in, dive deep, and fuck them up from the inside out.
They'll all regret lying to me.
Hurting Cass.
Ruining my life.
My heart is mine. The emotional softness still stands. They think I'm naive and easy. There’s something they've already forgotten. I’ve always held the cards.
Deep breaths.
One.
Two.
Inhale.
Exhale.
I really need to shower off the depravity, but it can wait. What bothers me most is that the guys haven't said anything. Do they really not give a fuck?
Adjusting myself, I make sure I'm staring at them both. Justice seems relaxed but a little bothered. Pru, on the other hand, looks like he's ready to destroy the entire universe. He's the first to move. His hand snakes out and grabs the back of my neck. I'm forced to accommodate so he's not overly craning my neck.
His lips touch mine. It's immensely gentle, to the point I'm wondering if the feeling of his lips against mine are a figment of my imagination.