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“You will take whatever I give you.” He drives deep and leans forward, licking the tears on my left cheek. “You don’t get to come. Do you think an attacker would give a fuck if you get off? Do you think it’s acceptable for my girl to come on another man’s dick?”

I’m going to fucking kill him.

“Please, Axl.”

“No. But keep begging and I might let you come tonight.” He pulls the blade away from my throat, and his pace picks up. It’s hard and fast and only about his pleasure. He’s pounding into me, knowing he’s using my body and is not going to let me get off. His hand fists my hair and yanks my head back. I’m moaning his name, knowing he won’t change his mind no matter how much I beg.

Axl thrusts deep inside of me, and his cock jerks and pulses as he fills me with his cum. He’s breathing heavily and groaning behind me as he stills, holding his dick inside of me.

I’m trembling. My clit is throbbing, and my entire body is wound so tight I could scream. I try to grind against the arm of the chair for any friction. I don’t care that I’m desperate enough to rub my clit on a chair to get off. But he grabs my hip and stops me.

“Don’t even fucking think about it.” He pulls out of me slowly, and his cum runs down my thigh. He rubs his thumb along the opening of my ass. “Pull that shit and I’m fucking this ass right now, and I won’t let you come for a week. I’ve been far too generous in giving you time before I take it, but I’m thinking you need me to own this hole too.”

He unbuckles the belt from my wrists, and I stay bent over the chair because my legs don’t work. My shoulders ache, and my wrists are burning, and I’m so turned on I want to cry.

“Get dressed, and you don’t get to clean yourself.” He puts the knife on the table and zips his jeans. “It’s time to head down to dinner, and you’re going to be a good girl and sit there with my cum in your panties.”

I peel myself off the chair, and my legs almost give out. His cum is sliding down the inside of my thigh, and I’m so swollen and sensitive that every step makes me want to fall on my knees and show him what begging really looks like.

He tosses panties and a pair of jeans onto the bed for me. I slide the thong on, instantly soaking it, and then the jeans.

I grab my brush and drag it through my hair and try to make myself look a little less like I just got fucked.

I walk out and he’s leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, looking like he didn’t just destroy me. His belt is back on. The knife is in his hand.

“Come here.”

I walk over to him, doing as I’m told. He crouches down and raises the leg of my jeans. He straps a knife sheath to my calf. His touch is gentle, which pisses me off, considering what he just did to me. He slides the knife into the sheath and looks up at me.

“You’re to always wear this when you leave this room.” His hand squeezes my calf once before he stands. He grabs my wrists and looks at them, then brings my right wrist to his lips. The kiss is tender, and then he brings my left wrist to his lips and does the same. “It’s time for dinner.”

CHAPTER 25

SAYLOR

The dining hall is loud with chatter. I just keep shifting in my seat, adjusting to the irritating feel of the cum pooling in my panties.

Axl sits next to me with his hand on my thigh, eating with his other hand and talking to Priest about something I don’t bother to pay attention to. He’s just carrying on like normal. Every time I move, the seam of my jeans presses against my clit, and I’m reminded how fucking horny I am.

His thumb draws a lazy circle on my thigh, and I grab his wrist under the table and try to move his hand closer to my clit. He doesn’t look at me, but his mouth tips up at the corner.

He knows exactly what he’s doing and pulls his hand back to my thigh, giving it a firm grip.

Kynlee is across from me with Justin beside her. She’s picking at her food and hasn’t looked at him once since they sat down. They haven’t spoken a word to each other.

Ryan, sitting on his other side, nudges Justin’s arm with his elbow. “When are you going to quit being a selfish prick? Because I want to be the first to play with her.”

He tips his chin toward Kynlee. She doesn’t flinch, but her grip tightens on her fork. She looks up at me and rolls her eyes.

Justin doesn’t look at Ryan. He doesn’t even stop chewing. He swallows, takes a sip of his water, and sets the glass down before he answers.

“I’m not done with her.”

Kynlee scoffs beside him. “Is that so?”

“What exactly is your fucking problem?” Justin hisses back at her trying to keep his voice down. “Do you want me to let them tie you down and line up to jack off on your tits and ass?”

That gets Axl and Priest’s attention as Justin’s voice rises again.