Total pages in book: 194
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
Because she still thinks there’s a chance she can escape.
I’m not aware of reaching inside my sweats and pulling my dick free. I absently stroke it with one hand and cup my balls with the other as I watch the three of them.
Aurelia is a natural cock pleaser whether she wants to accept it or not.
She doesn’t give either of them a chance to get jealous or angry when her attention lingers for too long. She’s already picking up on their cues and alternates between them like she’s been mastering our cocks for years.
Khalil likes his head enthusiastic but unhurried. He gets off on having his cock worshipped like it’s magic while he looks on like some sort of god.
Seth is an incurable face fucker, just like Zeke. The latter was always about chasing the high and getting off sooner rather than later, which is why Seth comes first.
“Fuck, I knew it,” he babbles as he roughly fucks her mouth. “I knew you were it. You’re the one, aren’t you, Sunshine?”
Aurelia’s brows dip in confusion, but she doesn’t have time to wonder for long what he means. Seth shoves his cock to the hilt and comes. Aurelia gags but takes it, swallowing his cum like I told her to.
The moment his long cock slips free of her lips, he’s smiling down at her like they’re old friends.
She doesn’t return the gesture.
Aurelia just turns to finish off Khalil, but he has other plans.
For a moment, her mask drops, and shock erases the haunted look in her eyes at the first drop of my Khalil’s cum landing on her cheek. The only sound he makes as he comes is a single strangled groan while his entire body tenses like a tightly strung cord from the effort it takes to hold back the rest.
“Oh, fuck,” I curse, my hips rising from the cushion as I join him. My dick gushes cum, watching Khalil vengefully pump his length—his cock as angry looking as his face—as he loses himself on her.
Of course, he does.
Khalil will want to stake his claim his own way.
I glance down at the mess I made of my hands, sweats, and the couch—irrefutable proof that once won’t nearly be enough to slake my lust.
The basement is eerily quiet once we catch our breath.
Aurelia doesn’t run off like I expected, and I’m impressed. She’s frozen in place, staring at nothing with cum on her cheek, nose, and tits, and the taste of Seth and me no doubt lingering as well. I cringe a little at the sight, and because I’m not completely apathetic to her plight, I force myself to rise and head for the bathroom. Feeling my cum already drying on my skin, I make quick work cleaning up and then grab a fresh cloth and wet it with warm water.
I carry it back into the den in time to see that Aurelia’s been moved to the couch, and Seth is draping a blanket around her shoulders as if that will erase the violation.
Nothing will.
Crouching in front of Aurelia, I reach out with the cloth to clean her face, but she flinches away. Dismissing her reaction as fear, I try again. This time, it’s her hand that moves, and I don’t try to block the blow I see coming a mile away.
Aurelia slaps the ever-loving shit out of me.
In hindsight, I should have expected it. I did just hurt her.
Even though I deserve worse, I still feel that itch to hit her back, so I spit out a terse, “Suit yourself.”
Standing, I toss the cloth in her face.
It’s sopping wet, just like her pussy, so it lands with a satisfying slap as I put some much-needed distance between us.
Aurelia snatches the cloth from her face and shoots me a withering look. I don’t give her the satisfaction of returning one as I watch her use the cloth to clean her face and chest.
She’s too damn quiet.
There should be tears and hysteria, but she doesn’t bother with either. We’ll have to make quick work of breaking her in if any of us hope to get a good night’s sleep anytime soon. I’ve heard it only takes a matter of days in some cases for Stockholm to set in.
First, we make her fear our wrath, and then we confuse her with random acts of kindness—make her feel safe until her brain is so scrambled she doesn’t have any choice but to trust what we tell her is real.
Honestly, it’s the most effort any of us have ever put into a woman—especially Khalil. Since my ears are still wringing from that slap, I don’t have to wonder if she’s flattered.
“Aurelia,” I call once she’s done cleaning Khalil’s spunk from her skin. If he feels guilty about what he did to her, he doesn’t show it. In fact, Khalil looks upset that his mark is already gone. If only on the outside.