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I don’t choke her yet, but I don’t miss how her pupils dilate. She enjoys rough; she loves the feeling of being taken. I bet if I were to force her to her knees and shoved my cock down her throat it would make her little cunt wet.
“Open your mouth,” Crow commands in a tone of pure anger, which belies the thickness of his erection which is still prominent against me. I smile when Lucille obeys him. Tears form in her eyes when he steps around me and inches toward her. She’s more afraid of him than of me, I can’t have that.
My fingers dig into the sides of her esophagus, and I squeeze. Crow knows what I’m doing, and he wastes no time in sliding two fingers into her mouth, along her tongue. He pushes all the way to the back until our pretty Goldilocks gags. Her throat works to swallow him, while I squeeze the breath from her lungs. Fuck, the thought of having my cock in there while she’s struggling to breath makes me throb.
Crow doesn’t relent. He continues his ministrations while his head is tipped to the side in fascination. He’s enjoying himself. There’s a hint of a smile on his lips. He reaches up with his free hand and pinches her pretty pixie nose closed. Those beautiful eyes widen in shock, realization hitting her, and she starts to struggle.
But as Hawk enters the room, I know he’ll join in our little game. His hands wrap around her wrists, and he holds them behind her back. Lucille becomes nothing more than a gurgling mess. Spit drips from her plump lips, down her chin. It wets her top, and I wish she was naked before us.
It’s been a while since I was this turned on. After my kiss with Crow, and now this, I’m close to coming in my fucking jeans. He pulls his fingers from her mouth, wet with saliva before he slowly leans in. He makes sure she watches as he places both digits in his mouth and licks them clean.
“You’re nothing more than a filthy toy,” he whispers with venom in his tone. His hatred runs deep, more so than I thought. “I’m going to make every day you spend in our home a nightmare. You’ll beg me for mercy, you’ll fucking break under me,” he warns her while we hold her steady.
Then, he shoves his fingers down her throat once more, and I feel her neck work furiously, it doesn’t take much for me to figure out what he wants from her. I release her neck and step back. Not a moment too soon and Lucille drops to her knees and heaves.
All I can do is thank God Crow didn’t have carpet in his office. The cool wooden floor beneath our prisoner must be harsh on her knees. But if I had to be honest, seeing her there, only makes my cock harder than ever.
“Clean it up,” Crow orders as he leaves her on the floor and gets back to his work.
I glance up to look at Hawk. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, usually I can, but right now, his face is devoid of all emotion. I’m not sure what’s going on, but he turns and leaves.
“I’m going to check on him,” I tell Crow. I shouldn’t leave Lucille alone in here with him, but I’m worried about Hawk. We’re close, all three of us, and when one is struggling, we all band together.
When I reach him, he’s in the living room, leaning on the patio doors which slide open and offer a pathway to the enormous garden. His hands on the glass, as he looks out toward the back of the property.
“What’s going on?”
“I can’t be here, with her so close,” he mumbles after a long, silent moment. “Touching her makes me livid. I can’t stop picturing the moment everything went down. She was there.”
“There?” I’m so confused. Hawk has been the only one of us who never admitted what he saw the night Lucille’s father broke into their home. Crow and I both know what the news channels reported, and I’ve never hacked into the records to read up on them myself. Even if I did, it wouldn’t give me what I want—the story through Hawk’s eyes.
He drops his head and his shoulders bunch up with the tension clearly twisting him up inside. I want to go to him, but I know if I do, I’m only going to end up with a bloody nose. When he’s in this kind of mindset, it’s best to have him come to me.
As minutes pass, and the silence gets thicker, I’m almost certain he’s not going to speak, but then, a murmur comes from him. “Most of the night is still a blur of sirens and flashing lights.” His voice is distant, as if he’s back there, witnessing whatever horror he saw. “But before, when it was dark and quiet, I saw an angel.”
