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I open my eyes when I feel something odd rubbing against my clit and find Oakley rubbing the knife prop against it. I stare at him, challenging him, and he raises his brow. I know what he's thinking, and he's fucking crazy, but I find myself saying the complete opposite of what I want when I say, “I fucking dare you...”
There is no smile, grin, or smirk as he drags it down toward my entrance. Fynn pulls out but watches as his friend juices the handle by rubbing it through my cum-soaked folds before pushing the tip into me. I gasp and stay completely still. I don't know if he takes my reaction as a green light or just doesn't care because then his smile grows as he slowly pushes the handle in.
“Jesus, this slutty pussy is greedy for anything, isn't it?” Oakley chuckles.
“Please, take it out...” I pant.
“Oh, you don't like it? It's ribbed for your pleasure...” he pulls it out only to push it back in, “Come for me, and I will take it out.”
At this moment is when I know that, without a doubt, the Lords of Sin have won because as Oakley fucks me with the ribbed handle of the knife meant to be used to “sacrifice” me, I begin humping it, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Fuck me... that's so hot!” As he watches his friend get me off, Jett says, “Do it, Lina. Fucking come on that knife handle...”
I come so damn hard.
When I'm done, Oakley pulls it out, letting Fynn replace it with his cock again and finish himself, and I watch as the Greek God takes the handle into his mouth and sucks my arousal from it. His eyes are closed, and he groans while savoring my taste. I'm so enthralled in what Oakley is doing that another climax sneaks up on me, and I come once more as Fynn releases inside me.
“And that, Kitty Cat, is just the beginning of what we will do to you while you are ours.” Oakley states, tossing the fake knife onto my chest, “Get dressed; we have a party to attend.”
SEVENTEEN
Oakley
Aslight pain streaksacross the middle of my back as I walk away from the naked woman who just literally shook me to the core with how responsive she was while my friends and I claimed her as ours. The way she rode that knife handle after she dared me to fuck her with it...I almost came right then and there. I can't let her know she's already started digging under my skin; she will never have that kind of power over me.
I turn around and see the knife prop lying on the floor at my feet. Catalina is now sitting up in my bed, glaring at me as her naked chest heaves up and down. I want to laugh at how adorable she looks, but now isn't the time to let her see that side of me, she's still in training, so I need to act accordingly.
“I may be yours per the contract, but you don't have to treat me like a common whore, Harris!” She spits.
I'm at her side in seconds, gripping her jaw and squeezing enough to tell her that I mean business, “It's Oakley, Catalina. Do well to remember that, and as for the other...as long as that contract is in full effect, you, Catalina Scott, are the Lords of Sin's whore, slut, bitch...whatever we decide you be.”
“Fuck you, Oakley!”
“I'm pretty sure I just did, Kitty Cat, along with my best friends. But hey, if you want to go for round two, I'm sure we can oblige.” I smirk and shove her down onto her back.
“I'd rather be fucked by the knife handle again than have you fuck me.” Her words don't match her body's reaction, but I don't mention that.
