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She doesn’t need to be told twice and greedily takes another.
“How’s that feel?” he asks, standing from the couch.
“Good.” She nods softly. “So…good.” She stumbles, probably already on something else, and he gets up to help steady her.
Who knows what the fuck is actually in that. It could be laced with anything.
“Time for payment.” He chuckles, grabbing her matted hair and throwing her down onto the coffee table. She moans, her back arching. The first guy walks over to a drawer and removes some rope. He brings her arms around her legs, tying them in place, practically putting her in a ball. He walks to the edge of the coffee table and wastes no time, ripping her shorts and underwear off her and starts to fuck her pussy while the other fucks her mouth that hangs off the opposite end.
A third guy I hadn’t noticed before stands in the far corner jacking off. This is exactly how I remember Carnage to be when I was hiding out here. What else is there to do other than get fucked up, drink, and have sex? Absolutely nothing!
Honestly, it was the perfect place for me until it wasn’t. I spent most of my time naked and tied to Saint’s bed, and he used me whenever he wanted. I have a feeling history will repeat itself, and I hate how wet my pussy gets at that thought.
I shouldn’t want him. He’s going to hurt me.You like pain.
He’ll kill me eventually.What’s there to live for?
I have no one and haven’t for years. I’ve been walking the earth pretending to be someone I’m not. It was lonely. Even when I met James and moved him in with me, it wasn’t the same as it was with Saint. If I’m going to die, it might as well be death by sex at the hands of the only man I’ve ever loved. I guess I owe him that. I did shoot and leave him for dead. Lords always get their revenge.
The woman takes the guys cock down her throat like a pro. I’m guessing she’s had plenty of practice. I can see from here the way her body gets off on them fucking her. The guy who is balls deep in her cunt laughs. “Who said you could come?” He pulls out, looking down at his cum-covered cock.
He goes to plunge into her once more when the one in the corner steps out. “I want a taste.”
The guy fucking her pussy runs two fingers between her shaking legs to wet his fingers. He holds them up, and the third guy opens his mouth, but instead, he slaps him and orders, “Then get on your fucking knees.”
The third guy drops to his knees and opens his mouth, begging like a baby bird needing to be fed. The man standing takes his wet cock and pushes it into the mouth of the man on his knees and starts to fuck him. “How’s she taste?” He smiles down at the guy.
The man moans.
“Such a good boy.” He grips a hold of his head, pounding into his mouth. His sucking fills the room in rhythm while the other continues to fuck the tied woman’s mouth as well. “You take cock better than some cunts,” the man jokes.
I take a step back, seeing enough. Carnage doesn’t care who you are. You’re treated all the same—like a piece of meat everyone gets a taste of. I was just used to belonging to Saint. I’m not sure of the rules anymore or where I fit in. And as much as I love sex, I don’t want anyone but him.
Turning around, I go to run but hit a wall, squealing in surprise.
“Fuck!” A hand grips my hair and drags me into the room. “Someone likes to watch.” He shoves me forward, and I fall to the floor on my hands and knees.
Silence fills the room as I stare at the floor, my hair shielding my face while trying to calm my breathing.
“Someone call Saint,” one orders.
“Why?” the guy who shoved me into the room asks, and I hear him unclasping his belt. I begin to tremble. “She wants a show? Let’s give her one, but she can be the main event.”
“No,” one of them snaps. “You know the rules.”
I want to ask what the rules are, but instead, I keep my mouth shut.
The door opens, and one of them steps out. I stay on my hands and knees, eyes on the floor as if I’m paralyzed as they slowly filter out of the room, one by one, until I’m the only one in here. Slowly, I get to my shaky legs and turn to face the door as it opens. Saint and Kashton enter together.
“Heard you’ve been sneaking around and watching women get fucked.” Kashton speaks first.
I’m unable to speak, my mouth dry and tongue heavy.
“What am I going to do with you?” Saint asks, his eyes falling to my heaving chest. I’m still trying to catch my breath.
“A few things come to mind,” Kash jokes, walking to the minibar in the corner. It was where the guy was watching the others. Kashton lights up a joint and brings it to his lips. His eyes are on mine.
“So curious,” Saint adds. “Like a cat.”
