Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
“Are you surprised at my piercings, little rose?” he murmurs, and he tips up my chin with a single finger so I look at his eyes instead. “Or my size?”
“Probably both,” Caleb murmurs, but Ares ignores him.
He smirks. “Say my name.”
“Ares.”
He sucks in a breath through his teeth, his lip quivering with delight as his length bobs up and down in my face.
“And what am I?”
I know what he wants me to say.
“A man who thinks too highly of himself.”
I couldn’t help myself. I just had to say it.
A filthy, decrepit smirk spreads on his face. “Just as you will, once you’ve felt these King’s Crown piercings go down your throat.”
He grips my wet hair, tilts my head back, and plunges in.
No remorse.
Not an ounce of hesitation.
I gurgle and choke on his size, feeling each of his barbells deep within my throat, his length throbbing with both pleasure and pain as he consumes my very throat like it was made for him and him alone.
“You are not the only one with thorns, little rose,” he grits, pulling out, only to thrust right back in again. “Can you feel them scraping your precious throat?”
Not a second for a breath, nothing except the plunging of his pierced hardness into my mouth over and over again while my eyes almost roll into the back of my head just from the sheer amount of throbbing between my legs.
He left me on the edge of an orgasm on purpose, to make me want this, to make me want to plead and beg for mercy.
Fuck. I never thought I could feel hatred as badly as I do now, but I hate this man with every fiber of my being.
“That’s it. Give me all your loathing and turn it into despair,” he groans, thrusting in faster each time. “Because you will never, ever be freed of this chain you’ve put around your own goddamn neck, of which the only tether is in my merciful hands. You belong to me now.”
He drives in and out, coating my tongue with both Caleb’s cum and his own pre-cum, the two salty tastes mixing into one.
He’s even more of a savage than Caleb was.
“More,” he groans, pushing even farther, far beyond my uvula and down my actual throat, and tears spring to my eyes.
“You thought I couldn’t go any deeper?” he says, sounding amused. “More.”
He goes so far down my throat I can no longer breathe, all while keeping my eyes up to meet his gaze, as though he wants to instill in me the knowledge that I no longer belong to myself.
My entire being … is theirs.
From the corner of my eye, I watch Caleb jerk off, his semi-hard-on still making me anxious.
“Caleb.” There’s a glimmer in Ares’s eyes. “Take her pussy.”
Ares pulls out of me, and I mutter, “What?”
Two of them at the same time?
Ares grips my chin and forces me to focus on him. “He will take your pussy, and you will enjoy every inch of him inside you while I plow into your throat.”
Ares
“Oh God,” she mutters.
“No,” I grit, burying myself inside her balls deep. “You have a new lord and savior now. Me. And you will bend to my fucking will.”
It’s too late for takebacks. Her body belongs to us now, and we will use it however we see fit.
Caleb positions himself behind her on the bench, and her legs quake when he pushes them apart. She tries to turn her head to look, but my dick is stuck in her throat, making it impossible.
Slowly, he pushes in, and her loud moans vibrate against my shaft, sending delicious shocks up and down my body.
She will make a fine toy indeed.
“Every inch, Caleb,” I groan, pulling out to allow her to breathe as he forces his way in.
“Oh fuck,” she mewls.
I know she can feel every inch of him inside her. The same piercings that were in her throat before now push into her pussy, making her feel all the things she never wanted to feel.
Lust. Betrayal. Hunger.
I move along with Caleb, matching his rhythm, piercing her on both ends, creating an intoxicating blend of pain and bliss.
I pull out for a second and watch the raindrops enter her mouth instead. “That’s it, little rose, take it like a good girl,” I say. “One breath and your mouth is mine again.”
She sucks in a breath right before I dive back into her while Caleb does the same, and lust almost bursts from my very fucking veins. A guttural groan emanates from deep within my chest.
Fucking him gives me life, but fucking her … feels like I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“She’s so fucking wet,” Caleb groans, fucking her like an animal in heat.
And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me want to bury even deeper in this velvety throat.