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"You know who owns you, don't you, little devil?" His voice was primal and ragged, his dark energy almost suffocating.
"Hurt me. Do it, Cain."
One of his hands moved to my throat as he angled his hips, pushing into me so hard and so far that I could swear he was hitting my cervix. His hand began to tighten around my throat, and colorful sparks filled my vision as my oxygen dwindled.
Pleasure like I'd never experienced before was coursing through me. Every hard and painful thrust added more.
"Is this what you want? You want to make sure you can feel me everywhere?" he breathed as his hand tightened. Darkness was beginning to cloud my vision. His face was surrounded by it. Cain’s lips crashed against me, his tongue licking into my mouth. He was feeding me his breaths.
Just when I was about to pass out, his hands darted between us, frantically circling my clit until I exploded, the most intense pleasure of my life shattering me into oblivion.
His hand released its hold around my neck as tears began to fall down my face. I was feeling too much. It was like this with all of them. I didn't know if I was obsessed or I was addicted…all I knew was that I didn't want to stop.
Cain’s thrusts began to shorten as he chased his release. Paxton groaned, his pained voice joining the erotic soundtrack filling the room as our hips slapped together wet and noisily.
Cain gripped my chin, making sure that I was watching him as he came, and then somehow, I followed after him once again. He moved in and out of me a few more times and then gasped, falling on top of me.
I was trembling all over, but Cain didn’t try to soothe me. Instead, he pulled out of me and grabbed a knife from his discarded pants before walking over to where Stellan was bound.
“Ready for your punishment?” he purred. I shifted on the bed, wild emotions still pulsing through me.
“And what’s that?” growled Stellan. “I’m not sucking your dick if that’s what you’re about to suggest.”
Cain threw his head back and laughed wickedly, his hard dick bobbing as his whole body shook. “You’d suck my dick if I asked, Stellan.” He scraped the knife across Stellan’s neck. “No doubt about that. You’d do anything to keep Aurora.”
“Aurora’s mine,” Stellan growled. I noted that his pants were wet around his crotch where he’d come from the show we’d just put on. He must have hated that.
“No,” Cain answered calmly. “Aurora’s mine. But if you’re good, you can have her too.” Abruptly, he sliced at the ropes binding Stellan so he was free. “Now go clean her up like a good boy.”
“Clean her up?” Stellan asked, confused. I glanced over at Paxton only to see he already had a tissue and was wiping the cum off his abs, his beautiful dick still out of his pants. A rush of heat flashed through me just thinking of him jacking off while watching me.
I wished that I’d been paying attention enough to see it.
“That’s easy enough,” said Stellan, taking a step forward to get to the bathroom, presumably to get a washcloth.
Cain’s hand shot out and grabbed his shoulder. “Not like that. You’re going to clean her up a bit more personally.”
Fuck.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Cain.”
Cain laughed again and dragged him towards the bed.
“Not happening.”
Cain swiftly moved his knife so it was stretched across Stellan’s throat, pushing in so far to the skin that beads of crimson blood began to slide down his skin…a mimicry of a move I’d done to that same throat just a few days before. “I will kill you,” Cain murmured calmly.
And there was no doubt in my mind that he meant it too.
“Cain,” Paxton chided. Cain didn’t even grace him with a look.
“What will it be, Stellan? Me slicing your throat right now and throwing you in the woods somewhere in an unmarked grave…or…”
They stared at each other, a tic in Stellan’s cheek, heat coursing through his gaze.
He shook Cain off, letting the blade drag through his skin a bit more in the process, and stalked towards me.
Cain had cum…a lot, and it was dripping out of me.
