“That’s it, suck him off, baby girl. I’m about to fill you real good.”
And fill me he did. I felt every ounce of Clash’s cum drip inside me as he howled through this orgasm like a pure beast of prey.
He didn’t stop until every drop was deposited inside of me, his thighs hitting my ass like vicious slaps.
The euphoria of it all had my head treading in a pool of my own insanity. This was complete and utter madness, but it felt so fucking right.
The deed had been done, and now it was eight for Sabbath and two for me.
Snyder pulled back, wiping the sweat from his brow as he collapsed on the bed.
He shot me a smile, then a flirty wink.
“You liked that, didn’t you, Shasta?”
“Yes,” I mumbled breathlessly, my whole body collapsing when I felt Clash pull out.
I curled up next to Snyder, allowing his fingers to trace happy little invisible trails down my sensitive skin.
“Fuck, dude, you made her bleed. How the hell is she going to explain those talon marks to Sabbath when she gets back?”
Clash moved in behind me, his arms circling me too, sandwiching me between the two slabs of beefcake that just fucked me into oblivion.
“We’ll just have to keep her away from him until they heal.”
“What if he comes here to find her?”
“He won’t,” Clash responded dryly.
Snyder didn’t look convinced at all. “Why do you say that?”
“Because if Sabbath gave two fucks about her, he would’ve come here himself instead of sending us in his place.”
If there was one thing, Clash was incredibly good at, it was ruining the mood.
Emotion swept through me like a summer storm, and before any of the two men could react, I bolted up from the bed, racing across the room until I was behind the safety of the bathroom door.
“See what you did, Asshole?”
“What? I was just saying the truth. Besides, don’t we want her to hate him?”
The stunned silence that followed didn’t bother me, it was the truth behind their words, and the acknowledgement that Sabbath didn’t give two fucks about me that cut me the deepest.
Were they using me to get back at him?
I slid down the back of the door, humiliated by the realization that I was nothing more than a pawn in their sick, polluted game.
Chapter Four
Clash
“Shasta, come on, open up the door, sweetheart,” Snyder tried to sweet talk her from the other side.
“Just go away, Snyder. You got what you wanted, so there’s no sense in pretending that you actually care anymore.”
I violently punched the door, and she squeaked. “Stop that shit right now, Shasta, and get your fucking pretty little ass out here.”
She mumbled out a very blatant, “Fuck you.”