Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 62063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Then I felt Marcus rub his thumb along the inside of my thigh, so subtly it might have represented only a random movement. But I knew what it meant, because somehow, despite the cruelty he had plastered on his face, I saw his true intentions, his real emotion, deep in the pools of his eyes.
I love you.
CHAPTER 20
Marcus
I gripped Sophia’s hips tightly, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. With a growl, I thrust forward brutally, sheathing myself to the hilt in one savage motion. The sensation of her impossibly tight, virgin cunt gripping my cock nearly overwhelmed me.
Sophia screamed, her back arching off the bench. Her cry was a mixture of pain and shocked pleasure that sent a primal thrill through me. I felt her inner walls clench around me, rippling with aftershocks.
“That’s it, scream for me, whore,” I snarled, my voice rough. I pulled back and slammed into her again, tearing another cry from her throat.
The guards erupted in cheers and obscenities.
“Fuck yeah, show that little slut what she’s good for,” Marcel grunted.
“Damn, listen to her squeal,” another guard laughed. “Like a stuck pig.”
“Bet she loves it though,” Jacques added with a leer. “Look how wet she is.”
Their crude remarks grated on my nerves, stoking the fury I felt at having to share this moment with them. This should have been private, tender. Instead, I was forced to brutalize the woman I loved for the entertainment of these animals.
And yet… a dark part of me reveled in it. In claiming Sophia so completely, marking her as mine in the most primal way possible. My dominance surged, telling me this all represented the right thing for her, for me, for the dangerous situation—for the good of civilization, even.
I gritted my teeth, channeling my conflicted emotions into the punishing rhythm of my thrusts. Sophia’s cries had softened to whimpers and gasps, her body yielding to me despite the brutal pace. Her eyes were squeezed shut, tears leaking from the corners.
“Open your eyes,” I growled. “Look at me while I fuck you.”
She obeyed instantly, her lashes fluttering open. The sight of her wide, tear-filled eyes gazing up at me with such raw vulnerability nearly undid me. I saw fear there, yes, but also trust. And something else… a desperate need that matched my own.
“That’s it,” I panted. “Naughty girl. Such a naughty little whore for anyone who uses your holes.”
Her pussy clenched around me at the brutal praise, drawing a groan from my throat. I could feel her getting wetter, her arousal coating my cock despite the pain I knew she must be feeling.
“See how she takes it?” I grunted to the other guards. “Told you she was made for this. Nothing but an eager little fuck toy.”
Marcel laughed crudely. “Damn right. Look at those tits bounce. Can’t wait to get my hands on ‘em.”
The reminder of what was to come—that I would have to share Sophia with these men—sent a surge of possessive rage through me. I fucked into her harder, deeper, wanting to imprint myself on her very soul.
I pounded into Sophia relentlessly, my hips snapping against hers with bruising force. Her cries had taken on a desperate, keening quality that sent shivers down my spine. I could feel her getting close, her inner walls fluttering around me.
“Look at how she’s taking it,” I growled to the other guards. “Such a greedy little cunt. I bet she’s going to come soon, aren’t you, whore?”
Sophia whimpered, her hips rocking up to meet my thrusts. “Please,” she gasped. “Please, I need…”
“What do you need?” I demanded, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. “Say it.”
“I need to come!” she cried out. “Please let me come, sir!”
A chorus of lewd encouragement erupted from the guards.
“Make her beg for it,” Jacques urged. “Make the little slut work for it.”
I grabbed a fistful of Sophia’s hair, yanking her head back. “You want to come? Then you’re going to have to earn it. Tell these men what a filthy whore you are. Tell them how much you love being fucked like this.”
Shame and arousal warred on Sophia’s face. For a moment, I feared I had pushed too far. But then she spoke, her voice trembling.
“I’m… I’m a filthy whore,” Sophia gasped out, her face flushed with humiliation. “I love being fucked like this. Please, I need it so badly.”
Her words sent a jolt of arousal through me, even as I hated forcing her to debase herself this way. I could see the conflict in her eyes—the shame warring with desperate need.
“That’s right,” I growled, maintaining my brutal pace. “Just a cock-hungry slut. But you haven’t earned it yet. Beg these men to use you next. Tell them how much you want their cocks.”
Sophia let out a sob, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. But she obeyed, turning her gaze to the leering guards.