Page 28 of The Bastard Prince


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In his heat.

In his pain.

In his dominance.

In the guttural snarls that tore from his chest and the sound of his balls slapping against my pussy.

Drowning in depravity and trembling from head to toe, I moaned loudly, too lost in sensation to care. "Oh god, Trig…"

"Oh, yes, mycorderito," Trig half purred-half snarled in that thick Spanish drawl of his, pounding me harder. "You cannot help yourself, can you?" Wrapping my ponytail around his large fist, he yanked hard, snapping my head back. "You are soaking my cock with your need," he snarled in my ear. "My brother's whore is so wet for herrey."

No, Trig, that's my virginity you can feel.

The hand he was using to play with my ass moved to my throat. "Do you want my cock,corderito?" Never breaking his rhythm of fucking my pussy, he shifted onto the bed and knelt behind me, his chest to my back. "Hmm?" Reaching in front of me, he swiftly freed my hands from their binds. "How do you like to be taken?"

Kneeling behind me with my thighs spread over his, Trig wrapped a heavily inked arm around my stomach and dragged me down on his lap, thrusting deep inside me.

"Does he fuck you like this?" His fingers pressed into my throat. "Does he touch your womb with his cock like I do?" His lips moved to my shoulder. "Mywomb."

Rocking me on top of him, his thrusts switched from violent to sensual and I arched my back, seeking more from this monster.

"More?" he purred in my ear.

Delirious from sensation, I sagged against his big body and nodded, breathless.

"My little lamb," he coaxed, tongue trailing up my neck. "My dirty, little lamb all sullied and impure." Tutting softly, he bit down on my shoulder. "Bad girl."

"Trig," I moaned, reaching up to clutch his forearm. Trembling violently, I glanced around the room at the men masturbating to us. "Oh, god, Trig, please, oh god –"

"God does not answer the prayers of whores," he growled, shifting his hips and pushing in deeper. "Your fate is with the devil now."

The hand he had on my belly moved to cup my breast, his fingers tweaking my nipple teasingly, his earlier force long forgotten.

"Take me into your body,mi puta reina." Tugging on my earlobe with his teeth, he slowly trailed his hand from my throat down my stomach, not stopping until he reached my pussy. "Greedy littlecoño." He growled his approval, suckling and nipping my throat. "So wet and ripe."

"Take her ass," Solo grunted, not bothering to hide his arousal as he pulled on his shaft mere feet from the bed. "Finish this and rip the bitch open."

A choked gasp tore from my chest at his request and I let my head fall against Trig's shoulder, too consumed in sensation to feel the fear I needed to. "Please..."

"Would you like that,corderito?" Trig asked, his voice taking on a soft, drugging lilt, as he thumbed my clit and rocked into me. "Would you like me to finish you?"

Moaning, I writhed on his lap, both shaking and nodding my head.

"So indecisive," he chuckled and then groaned when he pushed deeper inside me. "I can make it good for you." Reaching up, he cupped my jaw in his hand and tilted my face sideways to face him. "Or painful." Leaning in, he pressed his full lips to mine and desire erupted inside of me. "Or you can have my brother in your asshole." Trailing his tongue over my bottom lip, he dragged it into his mouth and sank his teeth. "Your choice,corderito."

"You," I strangled out without an ounce of hesitation, chest heaving. "I want you."

"Me?" His tone was derisive and mocking now as he clutched my jaw, dark eyes feral, wild, and locked on mine. "How quick you are to jump ships, my littleputa traidora." He kissed my lips again, softer this time, entangling his tongue with mine in a kiss so heady I felt it down to my bones. "Was he a disappointment the last time you let him have you?" he asked softly, menacingly, as he tore his lips away, denying me once more. "Hmm?" Trailing his thumb over my chin, he dropped his hand to my breast. "Did he not satisfy your hungry littlecoño?"

I shook my head in honesty. "No, Trig," I breathed, panting and rocking my back against his chest. "Only you."

"Only me," he mimicked, lip curling up in disgust. "Pity you did not remembermewhen you let them fuck you."

A guttural male groan came from close by and I turned my head to see another one of Fabio's men ejaculating.

"You make all these men come,puta," Trig purred as he reached a hand between us and cupped the back of my neck. Pushing me onto my hands and knees before him, Trigger pulled out of me, hands moving to part my cheeks. "Now, make your –"

His words broke off and his hands left my body.

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