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Sin popped his dick out of my mouth as a sound tore out of me, but he concealed the noise with his tongue. His hand puckered my mouth together as he licked over my open mouth. The motion was wet and sloppy as he drove his tongue inside.
Sin kissed me with a fierce need as Saint drove wildly inside of me. He buried himself again and again as our skin smacked. My climax grew higher and higher, but I loathed them for it all. My body responded the way they promised it would. I stretched wide for them and grew accustomed to their massive sizes. Girths I thought I couldn’t handle, but I was wrong. They felt far too good stuffed up inside of me, and I ached for Sin to join Saint. To fill me full all over again.
“Yes! Yes!” I cried out into Sin’s mouth as he ate up my cries of passion and our tongues swirled to a deadly beat.
These men were going to be the death of me. They’d stuffed my body until I ceased to exist. But they’d be sure to own me, even in the afterlife. They would always haunt me.
Sin tore his mouth from mine. “Enough.”
Sin forcefully whipped my face with his wet dick, causing me to open my mouth wide in surprise as he abruptly cut off my yelp and plunged back inside. Quickly, he gathered my hands into his and forced them behind my back. The new position caused myhead to fall forward, and the tip of Sin’s dick hit my gag reflex. Wet sounds of protest came from my throat as my eyes bugged out of my head and Sin jolted upward. He buried himself in my mouth until I thought he’d hit my brain and fucked it. Saint grabbed my wrists and bound them in his grasp as he pulled me back.
“What the fu—” my protest silenced as Saint gave me a hard thrust and my body jerked in his hold. Saint slammed into me repeatedly, and the sound was music to my ears as my mouth went wide and an animalistic moan escaped onto the head of Sin’s cock. He didn’t waste a beat and shoved himself back into me as they rocked me back and forth. In one wet hole and out the other. Our climax grew as the sounds we made grew louder and the men couldn’t help themselves. We couldn’t stop the pleasure we all felt as they shared me, and I couldn’t deny them any longer.
“Such. A. Good. Slut,” Sin grunted each word as he thrusted, and I gagged on his cock. “Show me your pretty tongue.”
And I did. I showed him my tongue as he pulled back, and he was the first to erupt. Saint slowed to an excruciating pace as he let Sin blow his load on me, and I tasted his warm come as he jerked off into my mouth. The taste of him was surprisingly sweet as I drank him up, and I knew I’d soon regret my decision.
They gave me no time to contemplate my latest mistake as Saint hoisted me back up and he picked up his sweet pace. Sin bared my tits and covered his mouth over a nipple. I bit down on my lip and concealed my cry as Sin lapped his tongue in circles around my erect bud. A coil wrung tight deep inside of me and was ready to burst, but I held back.
I wasn’t ready to give another piece of me to these assholes. I was unprepared to spill my juices all over my phantom’s deliciously skilled, ten-inch cock. He couldn’t have me. They couldn’t make me.
As if sensing my apprehension, Saint slapped my ass. Once, twice, and three times. He rounded a fourth harsh smack and somewhere in between his lashings, Sin covered my mouth. He concealed the whimpers I let out as Saint went on a rampage. Over and over, he slapped me like I was his bad fucking girl. My behind would have a nasty red welt at the end of all of this, the skin on the verge of bleeding. The pain he inflicted was nipped away by pleasure as he thrusted and slapped.
Sin bit at my nipples, sucked and licked until I was on the edge of insanity. Every inch of me exploded with pleasure, as I couldn’t stop my release, even though I had fought damn hard. They had beat me into submission, and I gave into them.
“Yes, yes, yes!” My muffled cry came out as stars flew, and I stared down at my phantom feasting on my tits. “Fuck you, fuckers!”
My back arched, my nails dug into the palms of my clenched fists, and my eyes rolled. I rode out my climax as Saint grunted with my tight pussy walls clenching down on him, and he, too, hurdled over the edge. He rode me hard and fast as he rattled the entire bed frame.
“Fuck!” was the only word he uttered as he spilled his seed inside of me, and I prayed the asshole was full of dead sperm.
Even though I was on birth control, I still worried and felt his come warm me from the inside. Those tiny pills could fuck up. One slight slip, and I’d be pregnant with a baby I wouldn’t want. I couldn’t afford to miss a single goddamn pill.
“Assholes,” I panted as Sin removed his hand from my mouth, and he met my angry stare.
Hot tears filled my eyes as the shame creeped back in, but I wouldn’t let them spill. I had cried enough tears of tormented bliss for one session with them, and they didn’t deserve to see me do it again. But humiliation was the least of my worries.
My soul was on the line with my heart following close behind, and my phantoms had worn me down.They took from me another piece I couldn’t get back, but I had let them.
They had broken in and were fully intent on killing Sebastian until plans changed because of me. I had touched them intimately when I knew better. I had pushed them with my big mouth, and I’d known what they’d do.
Sin and Saint wanted me, and they weren’t willing to let me go. Owning my body wasn’t their only priority. They wanted my heart, my mind and my pretty little soul.
“You were perfect, sweetheart,” Sin breathed as he fanned my lips with his warm breath and brushed my hair behind my ears. “Frazzled, tight, and willing.”
“Willing?” I questioned as Saint’s dick dripped come on my ass and my juices leaked down my thighs.
“Yes,” Sin hissed as he pecked my lips, and his eyes never wavered from mine.
“Have you lost every marble in your fucked up head?” I asked and wiggled in Saint’s hold, but he wouldn’t let me go.
Sin whispered, “I’m a rather intelligent person, Liv.”
“You have yet to prove that,” I huffed.
Sin laughed. “Oh, how you wound me.”
Sin held a hand over his heart sarcastically, acting as though I had hurt him. The muscle sat stone-cold behind his ribcage and didn’t beat as his actionsreflected his lack of emotion. Sin Cruz was a deranged psychopath.
