Has she learned nothing about men? Fuck, growing up in a world knowing that Lords even exist should be enough to terrify her.
“Hear that?” he asks her, his mouth by her ear while she struggles in his grip. “You’re good enough to be our whore.”
She whimpers, tears fall over her bottom lashes.
“Put her on her knees,” I order.
He lets go of her neck and shoves her to the kitchen floor. She cries out when they hit the tile.
I grip her ponytail and yank her head back. She goes to speak but I press the tip of the knife to her cheek.
I stare at her unblinking. Her wide eyes go from mine to Marcus. “Don’t kill her before I get my turn.” He laughs, a smile spreading across his face at the thought of what he’s going to get to do to her. “We’re going to fuck you up, you little whore. You’ll be begging for death before we grant it.” He stands and leans his back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest, getting comfortable to enjoy the show.
I’m going to give him one. “Drugs?” I question him.
“Gave her a little something,” he answers.
“What was it?” I snap, glaring at him.
“Something to put her in the mood.” His eyes are on hers kneeling in front of me. “She’ll enjoy being used. Well, until she loses consciousness anyway.”
I look at her, and sure enough her eyes are dilated, eyelids growing heavy. “Did she ask for it?” I need to know if she went to him for something, or if he just offered and she took it. Not sure why, it’s not going to change how I treat her.
He snorts. “She didn’t have to. The slut’s a druggie. Sold to her in the past. Saw her at the club and took the opportunity.”
She whimpers and my eyes drop to her pierced nipples, and they’re hard. I tilt my head, watching the way her chest rises and falls as she breathes.
I kneel before her, my knuckles run over her breasts and stomach. They drop to her thighs, and I gently run the back of my knuckles over them. She shifts on her knees that rest on the cold floor. Her throat moving when she swallows. I get to her underwear. “Spread your legs,” I demand.
She sucks in a deep breath but doesn’t argue. She opens them the best she can. I drop the knife to her underwear, cutting them away. I want her nude. I want her vulnerable. I want her to understand that her life is in my hands.
I run my fingers over her pussy, and she closes her eyes in shame. The movement of her chest picks up while her heavy breathing fills the room.
“I told you she’s a fucking whore.” He laughs, making her sob. “She gets off on this shit. Just loves being used and abused.”
I stand. “Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.”
Her eyes go to Marcus who leans against the wall to my right, and I slap her across the face, making her cry out. “Open your fucking mouth, bitch, and stick out your tongue,” I command.
Sniffing, she licks her lips then parts them, doing as she’s told. “That’s a good girl,” I praise her and her shoulders shake. I run the tip of the knife along her lips, barely touching them. Then drop it to her tongue. I watch the soft pressure making an indention down the center. When I’m almost to the tip, I apply a little bit more pressure, and cut the skin.
She pulls back, crying as blood flows from the cut, falling onto her bare chest. “Gorgeous.”
My free hand drops to unzip my jeans and I pull my cock out. I’m so fucking hard for my little demon right now. I want to beat her ass black and blue, but I want my cock covered in her cum when I do it.
Blood drips from the tip of her tongue that sticks out of her open mouth onto her chest and the floor at my feet. Any other time, I’d be happy. But right now, I want to hurt her. Make her cry and beg me to forgive her. Tell me she’s sorry that she’s put us both in this situation.
Taking my hard cock in my hand, I run it over her bloody lips and push it into her mouth. She gags, her body pulling back, but I don’t let her go anywhere.
I watch saliva and blood fall from the corners of her luscious lips as I fuck her mouth. She’s crying, tears freely flowing down her pretty face.
“Fuck,” I moan, loving the way she looks like this. I’ll have to do it again sometime.
I’m balls deep in her mouth when my free hand pinches her nose. Her eyes go wide, and she thrashes under me on her knees, but I don’t let up. I fuck her until her eyes roll into the back of her head and her body goes slack.
I pull out and come all over her drool and blood covered chest. Stepping back, I let go of her and her head falls forward while she begins to cough and sob.
Lifting her face to look up at me, her eyes are heavy. She looks dazed. Could be the alcohol, or the drugs. Either way, she’s about to pass out. Drool and blood slowly run out of her mouth. “Such a good little demon.”