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My mind continues to wrap itself around the fact these three were the ones who fucked me into oblivion that night so many weeks ago. How I fell into their clutches, I’ll never know. Then it happened again at the club when they brought me pleasure in the middle of the crowd. And I can’t forget the night in the office with the bow string.
It’s like I’m drawn to them and always have been.
“That’s the thing, Little Chaos,” Jericho says, staring straight into my eyes when he slips two fingers inside my weeping pussy again.
“Fuck,” I gasp out, clenching around his fingers, begging to come. But he stops again. Torturing me with the feel of his fingers.
“We’ve been on your ass for years, Kitten,” Arrow says, wrapping his lips around my exposed nipple.
“Well, I’d say she enjoys that,” Jericho says, removing his fingers from me. “Here’s the rules, Little Chaos. You’re not allowed to come. At all. Ever again. Not until you tell me everything you’ve stored in that mind of yours. I want your secrets. All of them. Forever. You can’t run from me. I’ll bring you to the brink over and over again. But you’ll never be allowed to finish until I know what lives inside you.”
My eyes widen when his large tongue sucks my juices off his fingers as he hums with pleasure. He squeezes his eyes shut, giving me a momentary reprieve from his intense stare. And then his words hit me.
“What? You’re not going to let me fucking come!” I hiss, attempting to pull at Shepp’s hands tightening around my wrists. “That's… That’s… Torture!”
Jericho grins, popping his fingers from his mouth. “That’s the point. We can come as much as we want, but the moment your pussy flutters around our cocks, bathing us in your release, you’re in trouble.”
“And will you tell me your secrets?” I retort, anger replacing the horny feeling.
Jericho stops dead, contemplating my words. “I suppose that’s fair, isn’t it?”
“I… Wait. That actually worked?”
He grins at my confusion, licking his fingers one last time. “An eye for an eye. I don’t see why not. You want to know me. Well, I want to know you. Intimately. So, let’s get a little acquainted.” His eyes roam over my body again, stopping on the scars. “How’d you get these knife marks?”
I stiffen at his invasive question. Even if I wanted to answer, I wouldn’t. I locked those memories of my torture away a long time ago. I never want to relive them or speak of them again.
“Just going in for the kill, aren’t you?” I rasp, squeezing my eyes shut as images flash across my vision of the darkness I was locked in until my monster came back around to slice me up until I broke.
“Hmm.” He traces a little scar on my thigh with his fingers. “I suppose I did. Let’s start off small. What’s your favorite color, Little Chaos?”
I can’t help but laugh. “Purple. And yours?”
Jericho tilts his head. “Well. I…” He hesitates for a moment with his mouth hanging open. “I don’t seem to have one. So odd,” he mumbles the last part almost to himself, but I catch it.
“You don’t have a favorite color? Everyone has a favorite color,” I say, shaking my head.
“Well, not many have lived the life I have. Who has time for a favorite color when you’re the son of the mafia king,” he says, dropping his chin.
“Well, you’re an adult now. Pick one.” His brows furrow at my words.
“When I’m done with you, I’ll contemplate which color suits me best,” he says, tracing another scar with his fingertip. “Until then…” he hums, trailing off as he works closer and closer to my pussy still begging him to fill it.
My eyes flash to Shepp, ignoring the way Jericho’s fingers feel on my skin. “And you?”
Shepp licks his lips. “Blue,” he mouths without making a sound.
“Blue is good,” I say with a smile, earning one in return.
The way Shepp lights up when he smiles has butterflies fluttering in my stomach. There’s something peaceful about him. Something I know I shouldn’t trust, but I do.
“I never would have pegged you for a purple kind of girl, Kitten,” Arrow mumbles, running the pad of his thumb over my nipple. “Mine is red.”
My eyes widen when his fingers move south, moving through the bloodied cut on my chest. My nerves come alive with pain, and I wince when he presses hard.
“You look so delectable in red, Kitten,” he mumbles, licking his lips and bringing his bloodied fingers to his tongue. He groans, sucking my blood straight into his mouth.
I blink several times, my breaths coming in rapid pants when he reopens his eyes.
