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"What?"
"Her name," Dex repeats calmly. "She prefers Pandora, not Lily Anna."
"And you care about what she prefers?" Julian laughs out loud. "You really are fucking whipped, my man."
"Shut the fuck up," Dexter growls. "You have one minute left with her before I smash your goddamn face in. Use it wisely."
Julian scoffs in disbelief, but Dex's cruel face isn't lying. He's dead serious, and I think everyone can tell. When Julian realizes this, his grip on my thigh gets stronger, fingers digging into the skin.
"Well, since your fiancé is so fucking selfish," he tells me sweetly. "We're just going to have to make good use of the time we do have together. What do you think, little girl?"
"Whatever," I grunt. "Just get it the fuck over with."
He laughs at me, then, in a single fluid motion, forces me to spread my legs, showing my pink lace panties to Dexter. My eyes connect with my fiancé’s and I blush fiercely. Dexter's gaze is cold and he looks pissed off as hell, but he doesn't say or do anything. He just switches from looking at my burning face to the soaked spot on my panties.
"That's right, look at him," Julian says sweetly. "I want your eyes on his when I touch you. Makes it so much hotter for me."
He rubs his fingers against my inner thigh, moving them up slightly until they're inches away from the dripping spot between my legs that's crying out to be touched.
"My, my, you're fucking eager," he mutters under his breath. "That little pussy's fucking drenched, isn't it?"
"Not for you," I spit out, unable to stop myself.
"No?" He laughs. "Who then? Don't tell me you're such a good girl the mere sight of your fiancé gets you going like this?"
I remain stubbornly quiet, which seems to amuse him.
"Hmm, I wonder if I can tell what he's done to you when I taste you," he whispers in my ear, swiping his fingers over my pussy and making me gasp out loud. "But you should go first, little girl, I wouldn't want to deprive you..."
He raises his soaked fingers to my lips, offering them up to me. I look away, refusing to give him what he wants, but this pisses him off, and he forces them down my throat unceremoniously the next second. I choke on his strong knuckles, but he doesn't stop. He just keeps pushing into me until he's lodged three fingers down my throat, and I'm convinced I'm going to be sick from the unexpected sensation.
I glance at Dexter, half-expecting him to call this off. To tell him to stop. But he doesn't. His eyes are still fixed on mine, and he's slowly sipping the amber liquid from his glass.
Julian pulls his hand out of my mouth with a vulgar pop. By now, all the other Firstborns are fucking staring at us, the food entirely forgotten. I feel ashamed, burning up under Araminta's amused gaze, hating myself as Coco Rose regards me with cool, quiet curiosity. I hate them all, I decide on the spot. Every one of them is at fault for what's happening to me here, and if I was feeling any braver, I'd make sure they all paid for what they're forcing me to endure.
Once again, Julian's fingers touch my cunt, and this time he brings them up to his mouth. He moans as he licks them, taking care to clean off every trace of my desperate, dripping pussy.
"Definitely a virgin," he claims with a smirk. "I'm a little surprised you haven't sealed the deal yet, Booth... She tastes so goddamn good. Have you tasted her yet?"
Once again, Dexter doesn't reply. Julian laughs out
loud, reaching between my legs and testing the fabric of the lace covering my now drenched pussy. With one cruel jerk, he rips it off me.
Dexter stands up. A look of pure fury takes over his face. It takes him two steps to reach us, one pull to grab me by the throat, make me sputter, and pull me to my feet.
"My toy," he mutters, furrowing his brows at me. "Fucking mine. Remember that."
I want to protest, tell him none of this was my fault, and he could have prevented the whole thing from happening if only he spoke up sooner. But he refuses to let me speak, instead dragging me back to his seat and making me kneel between his legs.
"I've been babying you for too long," he mutters, his hand wrapping in my hair and tugging on the long strands impatiently. "It's time you fulfil your purpose, fucktoy."
A shiver goes down my spine as he pries my lips open with his thumb.
"You're going to fucking suck me now," he tells me calmly. "Show me how good you are at it, and I might show you mercy next time you misbehave like you just did. Got it?"
I nod wordlessly, and he pulls his belt open with his free hand, undoing the buttons on his pants. Pure terror washes over me as I hear the clink of the belt buckle. What else is he going to make me do? What else will he make me fucking endure? I don't know yet, but a part of me I'm trying to ignore desperately is eager to find out.
His cock is long, but what scares me more is how thick he is, engorged with the need to hurt me. He gets off on this, I realize with a start. He gets it up to the thought of fucking me up even more than he already has. He palms his dick with long, jerking motions that make me even more desperate, and I lick my lips despite wanting to bite him, punish him for what he's making me do.
