Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 48018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
I tried to kill him.
I deserve no better than this. By all laws of nature, I deserve worse. He is taking me as I deserve to be taken. He is showing me what I am to him, and what I will be, his base little plaything.
Bobby’s cock slides deep in my mouth as I feel my bare hips clasped between two strong, mature hands. Angelo is lifting me up and maneuvering around behind me. My lips clamp around Bobby’s cock. I know what’s coming next, though I can barely believe it.
Angelo Vitali is going to fuck me.
His cock slides along the length of my slit. I can’t see it, obviously, but I can feel the menacing girth of it, the intimate heat of skin on skin. I could never have imagined a scenario in which I would find myself suspended between two criminal cocks, but the House of Vitali is a place where the impossible and unthinkable not only can happen, but must occur.
HIs cock moves past my pussy and settles higher. Of course Angelo does not want my pussy. Angelo wants a tighter, more shameful hole.
“Such a naughty girl,” he purrs, his accent making each of those chiding, threatening words delicious.
I feel a drizzle of something oily between my cheeks and am instantly surprised. He’s chosen to use lubrication. I suppose that is for his pleasure rather than my comfort.
He doesn’t care what I want. He is going to give me what I deserve.
I feel the rock-hard head of his cock press against the tight ring of muscle that guards my insides, and I know I have a choice. I can resist him and be hurt, or I can relax and submit. None of this is explained to me, but all of it is immediately obvious even with Bobby distracting me by fucking my face, my hair still firmly in his grasp.
He is going to fuck my ass. I have never had anal sex before. I’ve never had sex with a murderous sociopath before. I’ve never even imagined that I’d want it. But here I am, giving myself up with barely a murmur of complaint — not that anybody would notice, or care if I had one.
Angelo starts fucking me, sliding himself inside me like he owns me, sheathing his dick in my mercifully lubricated ass in one long thrust. It feels like…
It feels like being claimed.
My ass is his. He treats me like he owns me, and in the most fundamental of ways, he does. I am his because he has decided to take me, and there is no law that matters to him. The law can say he doesn’t own me. The law can say he can’t fuck me. The law can say what it likes about anything, but in Angelo’s presence, the only thing that matters is what he can do, and he can absolutely hold me here and fuck my ass while his lover and protégé claims my mouth, and that is what they both do.
It is a tight struggle at first for me to relax enough to allow him to take what he wants. My body wants to resist, and my mind wants to fight. I think of myself as strong and independent, but compared to the strength of these men, I am weak. My female frame cannot match theirs, and I know that even if I were in a male body, I wouldn’t have a chance anyway. Angelo has dominated bigger and more dangerous men than me.
I am being used. My pussy is being ignored. This is sexual only because there are genitals involved. My pleasure is not of concern or consideration. Angelo is teaching me a lesson, and I am learning it.
Trapped between them, I am made flesh. Just meat. I am not a woman. I am not an agent. I am not anything besides something for them to use. I feel my past being erased with every demanding thrust of Angelo’s cock. I feel my future warping around Bobby’s dick. I am losing myself, spiraling as Angelo spreads me open and makes me his with increasingly rough thrusts. My ass is aching, but that only serves to pique my arousal and my pleasure.
“Going to come down your fucking throat,” Bobby growls. “Going to make you swallow me down to your gut, you little b…”
I feel a tension above me, as if Angelo has just thrown Bobby a warning look and made the curse that was almost certainly on his lips die.
…bad girl,” he finishes, giving me a few rough thrusts all the way to the back of my throat. He is taking the unspoken chastisement out on me, because I am at the very bottom of the Vitali food chain. I am prey, and I am entirely dependent on Angelo’s goodwill to stay intact.