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Time slows down to a standstill as I’m lost in this moment. My fingers in her pussy and my cock straining the front of my pants, and her drugged body responding to me like the perfect little fucktoy she wants to be. Working in and out of her in a steady rhythm, her body rocks gently, but not enough to disturb her from sleep.
Her climax is building, drawing her body tight. I can feel her sucking my fingers deeper with each movement.
Even though my dick is screaming at me to keep going just so I can plunge inside her as she’s still in the peak of an orgasm, I have to stop.
Inhaling deeply, I still my fingers and hold them there for just a moment. It’s a possessive action, and it awakens something inside me.
A dark, coiling beast stirs within my chest—a sense of ownership.
With my free hand, I let my painfully hard cock spring free. Licking a generous track of spit across my palm, I begin stroking myself. Her heat and silky channel squeeze around my digits, as if her sleeping body knows how it would take no effort at all for me to line up at the entrance to her soaked little hole and slip inside with no resistance.
As my strokes grow faster, and my need to claim her fully beats incessantly behind my ribs, I contemplate all the ways I want to mark this girl the fuck up.
Leaving her a present to find in the morning painted all over her delicate, smooth skin sounds like the perfect way to go. But that glimmer of a thought gives me an even better idea for another time, one that I’m going to enact any day now.
Fuck. My balls ache, and my dick is ready to burst.
Just beside me, on the other side of her bed lie some folded clothes. I reluctantly drag my fingers out of her cunt and grab a pair of silky-looking black panties. Wrapping them around my cock inside my fist, I’m nearly there, and it’s the moment I allow myself the first taste of her sweetness—licking her wetness off my fingers—that my release shoots out of me.
It feels like I’m coming and coming, and my heart pounds in my ears. Holy shit, the taste of Foxglove Noire and delicious ruination is better than I ever could have imagined.
As I tuck myself away, pocketing her panties with triumph and the taste of her pussy on my tongue, I take in the sight of our pretty little captive splayed out before me.
There’s something hypnotic about this girl, and I’m going to find out exactly what that is. Seeing her bathed in the silvery glow that makes her skin seem unreal and her lilac hair shimmer against the pillow, I think I understand now why Thorne has been so determined to see this plan through.
16
How the fuck is a girl expected to survive in this place?
I’m a raging mess of hormones and anxiety, which have all woven together to leave me feeling like I’m about to explode.
Not to mention, I woke up this morning after the most vividly intense sex dream I’ve ever had. If someone had breathed in the direction of my nipples, I probably would have combusted into a million pieces. My aching pussy and giant empty bed have one man’s name all over them—there is absolutely no mistaking who is responsible for the complete mess I’m currently in.
Ky was in my room last night. I can’t prove it, but from the way my body feels like I’ve been railed senseless, I know he made good on his threat to sneak in while I was sleeping. The only part that leaves me with a tiny fragment of doubt is that I can’t help wondering why I didn’t wake up.
Surely, I couldn’t sleep through someone playing with my body and touching me that intimately.
But I can’t escape the lingering question…if I’d woken up, would that filthy dream have turned into something more?
As if they all hear my horny brain doing burnouts, all three men appear in the kitchen while I’m quietly dying and brewing coffee at the same time.
Did I spend the past hour in my oversized shower, getting myself off again and again? Yes. Yes, I did. Apparently, three rounds with my favorite vibrator weren’t enough to satisfy the ache that refuses to go away.
Which is why my pussy is one alert bitch when they descend on the kitchen like a pheromone-filled wet dream. They’re all dressed in dress shirts and slacks and look the epitome of deadly charm.
This is the version of them I first met the night they drugged me, and I’m instantly on edge. Seeing them like this makes me wonder what business they’re attending to today. Maybe they’ve got other girls they’re busy kidnapping and keeping locked up in multimillion-dollar forest estates scattered around Port Macabre.
I would laugh if the idea didn’t make me savagely jealous. Which is officially now the second most irrational conclusion I’ve come to this morning. It’s not like I have a single claim on any of these men, and yet I’ve already fallen under some kind of non-existent dick spell.
I hate them, and yet I don’t want anyone else near them.
Strange, isn’t it, how threats of murder and forcing themselves on me have morphed into us standing around in a kitchen silently getting ready for our days. Mine will, of course, be filled with doing almost nothing, getting hornier by the second, while theirs probably involves seeing someone’s intestines spill onto a cold concrete floor.
Or at least, I hope that’s what they might be doing. My fluttering heart goes haywire imagining them going off to spend time with other women somewhere. God, I’m blaming the drugs they forced on me for the disappearance of my sanity. That bitch has clearly gone missing in action, leaving me panting after three men who I have no right to be eyeing up in their immaculately fitted button-downs.
I plonk myself on one of the stools at the large island in the center of the kitchen and cradle my coffee mug in my hands.
Normally, I try to make myself scarce before they appear, but today, I’m feeling like I want to observe them. Maybe it’s driven by this weird streak of jealousy, maybe it’s morbid curiosity. But I want to try and glean whatever tidbits of information I can about each of them. I’m already certain my greatest chance of wearing one of them down is going to be through Ky—the other two are more of a mystery. They’re apex predators. Precisely the kind I need to study from a safe distance while discerning their patterns and traits, if I hope to survive this treacherous wilderness.
