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This is my way out, the only way out I know of that doesn’t involve being delivered back to my father. I can do this. It’s not like I’m some simpering virgin idiot who’s too concerned about her innocence to do what needs to be done, although I’m pretty sure that all three men who took me think I’m an untouched virgin. I hadn’t lied outright, but I’d hinted at it, and it made Angelo want me even more. Hypocritical, lecherous creep that he was.
Freddie’s kisses become more frantic, sloppy, as I unfasten his jeans and unzip them, like I’m just so eager to have them. Whatever I’d said to him before seems long lost in his memory, and I’m glad for it. I’d been prepared to do more than this to get out.
Or so I keep telling myself.
He’s a terrible kisser, but it’s not like I’m in this for love or pleasure.
If I had a choice between who I kissed, it sure as fuck wouldn’t be Freddie. Maybe Angelo, or the other one with all the piercings.
The thought startles me, and I bite Freddie’s bottom lip as I think about what it might be like to actually take Angelo, to ride him, to see his eyes go dark with lust as I fuck him senseless. Even Victor is sexier than this, with his neat clothes and assessing eyes. And the other, whose name I still don’t know? I’d take him before Freddie if I’d thought any of them would be susceptible to letting me go.
But I’ve seen it before. Bros before hos, and they’re not going to let me get between them. So this is my only real option.
He’s taken my lead, and the hand that was on my breast has snaked down to unfasten my jeans. He pushes them down, his hand sliding over the black panties, and I arch like I just can’t wait to have him take them away too. Like I’d wish them away if I could, all so his pathetic little cock could slide into me and make me scream in bliss.
I highly doubt he’s ever made a woman scream in pleasure in his life. His touches are too awkward, too sporadic, but I’m hardly going to point that out.
I yank his jeans down, and his boxers follow, his already hard cock slapping his thigh as it’s released from the confines of the cloth. Average, which is good, because the only reason I’m even slightly wet is because I’m imagining he’s someone else despite myself.
He lifts me onto the counter, and I spread my legs wide. I lean down to bite his shoulder through his t-shirt, only to freeze when I see Angelo standing in the kitchen door.
Him, and the two others.
Oh, fuck.
The nasty grin on Angelo’s face doesn’t bode well. It’s the same one he wore the last time I saw him, when he was slicing open Freddie’s skin.
Freddie notices that I’m not moving anymore, and he pinches my thigh. “Hey, do you want this or not?”
“Yeah, do you want it or not,Princess?” Angelo asks mockingly.
“Fuck!” Freddie cries out and scrambles away from me, leaving me exposed with my jeans undone in front of these three. “She came on to me, I swear! The little slut wanted it!”
Victor holds up his hand, and Freddie shuts up instantly. “Even if she wanted it, do you really lack the self-control to refuse such an obvious honey trap?” The judgment is practically dripping from his voice. “I don’t need weaklings like you in the organization.”
Freddie’s entire face blanches.
“I guess you’re just like Angelo. A fucking hypocrite.” I stand taller, glaring at Victor, never mind that my pants are still undone and halfway down my hips.
The pierced one glowers at me like I personally did something to offend him. “Don’t bitch at him. We were being nice to you by not touching you, and this is how you repay us? What, were you just that horny?” He grabs his crotch. “Could’ve come to any of us to show your gratitude instead of trying to fuck the help.”
“Horny?” I ask, letting out a little, disbelieving laugh.
It earns me a glance from Freddie, who looks like he can’t believe he’s gotten caught up in all of this.
“You think I did this because I was horny? I’d rather be celibate than fuck any of you fucking perverts.” Running my mouth like this is dangerous, but what do I have to lose anymore? Might as well vent. “You’re all the same, always thinking with your dicks, thinking you’re hot stuff. Every woman swoons for your micro dicks and shitty personalities, am I right? And it has nothing to do with them being terrified of you.”
“Jesus, you got a death wish? Shut up!” Freddie hisses at me. How nice of him to care about my well-being now.
Victor looks briefly at both of his underlings. Without a single change to his expression, he says, “I assume it’s because of my wealth, too.”
Shit, that was almost funny. I’m too angry to laugh, though. The sheer entitlement of these assholes!
“Deal with him,” Victor tells Angelo, though he doesn’t even bother to glance in Freddie’s direction.
Angelo’s expression becomes giddy, savage, and he grabs for the man even as Freddie tries to backtrack. But he fumbles over his pants around his knees. Angelo grabs him right by the cock, and I stare at the display.
I’ve seen a lot, but never something like this.
