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Straddling his face, I aligned myself with his mouth and pressed the barrel of the gun to his forehead. ‘Try to hurt me, and I won’t hesitate to put a bullet in your skull.’
I felt the gulp he swallowed before I sat fully down on his face. Using the bar for support with my other hand, I kept my eyes on him. His tongue pressed against me, sliding up against my clit as I stifled a moan. Fuck, it felt good. I hadn’t really ever had anyone pleasure me like that. The men who used me over my years in captivity were all about their pleasure unless they were trying to humiliate me in some way. Since escaping, I’d rarely indulged in sex unless it was to lure a man. My own hand did the rest.
Arching my hips, I ground myself against his face, letting the sensation of his tongue wash over me. Holy shit. He sucked my clit into his mouth and rolled his tongue around it, pleasure coiling throughout my body. Then he moaned. The vibrations of his groan shuddered through me and made my thighs clench.
‘You’re such a fuck-up,’ I said, my voice breathier than I meant it to be. ‘Even with a gun to your head, you’re fucking enjoying this, you freak.’
His eyes flicked to mine, dark with his blown pupils before he drove his tongue inside me, causing me to let out a low moan. The sensation made me lose my mind. Reaching down, I thrust my unarmed hand into his hair and rocked my hips, crushing my pussy to his face and taking what I needed. Whether he could breathe or not was his problem as I rode his face, tingles building between my thighs. He struggled beneath me as I pinned him to the floor and aggressively ground his face with my cunt, chasing the orgasm that hung just out of reach.
Heat prickled my chest as I panted, and when I looked back down at him with the gun pressing into his face and his eyes wide, I came hard. Tremors ripped through me as I held his gaze, still wildly rocking against his tongue. The orgasm subsided, and I slid back onto his chest as he took a deep breath, his face wet with my pleasure. Even through my hatred, it was a heady sight.
I stood on shaky legs, looking down at his naked body, his cock stood up against his stomach, glittering with metal studs and dripping precum. Shame such an impressive cock was wasted on such a scumbag.
‘Please?’ he whispered, his dick jerking.
‘Please, what?’
‘Please let me take care of it.’
I laughed and shook my head. ‘This is only the beginning, you sex-mad fuck. By the time I’m through with you, you’ll be begging me to sever it to save you the pain of never finishing.’
The door opened at the far end of the room as Petros appeared, cleaning supplies in hand. My cheeks flamed as he took one long look at my rumpled dress, Alfie’s wet face and erect dick. I cleared my throat and stepped away from Alfie, walking out of the cage without another look.
‘Can you see he’s fed and watered after you’re finished?’ I asked Petros.
He seemed even more tense than usual as his fingers whitening around the mop handle. ‘Sure.’
‘It’s working,’ I whispered as I passed him, giving him a wink.
He’d be desperate to give us the information we wanted soon enough.
TWELVE
ALFIE
Fucking hell.
I lay on the floor reeling from Harriet’s surprise use of me, and her swift exit afterwards. With my cock still straining painfully, I struggled backwards, huffing until I finally got myself seated upright once more. Couldn’’t even wipe my damn face. I should have been angry, she’’d violated me, but instead, the taste of her still filled my mouth, and her heady scent clung to me.
Between the butchery I’d just witnessed, and having a gun held to my head, I really shouldn’t have enjoyed her taking control of me like that.
But I did.
The back-and-forth scrape of a scrubbing brush brought my attention over to Petros, who cleaned at the blood stains with angry strokes. He wore jealousy like a mask; his face pulled into a stoic expression but every part of his body screamed with internalised rage. It was evident in the clenching of his jaw, and the harshness of his strokes. In the way he absolutely didn’t look towards me, yet his fury washed from him in waves that crashed against me.
For once, though, I kept my mouth shut.
The clean-up took some time. Bucket after bucket of water sloshed over the stone, rivulets of crimson water running across the other side of my caged area and towards a small drain in the corner. By the time Petros came into the cage and unlocked me from the bars, securing my wrists together, I was tired, hungry and miserable again.
The buckets were back, and I didn’t bother to wait for modesty before relieving myself. Petros’ eyes never left me as I washed my hands in the bucket of cool water.
‘I didn’t ask her to do it,’ I said, standing and facing him, my eyes darting to the open cage door.
‘None of my business.’
‘Bullshit. You’re fucking furious. How long have you wanted to taste her? And you walked in just after she came in my mouth.’ Provoking him was dangerous, but I needed an opportunity to get away or to force him to break down the walls he’d built around himself. Befriend him or cause him to get so angry that he’d make stupid mistakes. And hope he didn’t just kick my ass.
‘Shut the fuck up and get yourself cleaned up.’
