Page 3 of Flesh & Divinity

Anger surges inside me. I lift my leg and kick the door open. Her scream of terror only intensifies when Gus kicks the back door open, both doors have bounced off the wall with a loud bang. She stands in our living room, darting her gaze between the both of us.

“This is Sinners Island. There are no rules. Yes could mean no and no could mean yes.” Her features pinch in confusion at my words. I prowl toward her and I give the bitch credit, she doesn’t cower or step back, even when I plaster myself against her front. Her tits press against me and the heat of her body soaks into mine, making my cock twitch. I may hate the cunt but I’m man enough to admit that I’m not above fucking her before I kill her.

“Who are you?” she breathes out. Her blue eyes are wide with fear but I see a darkness in their depths. She looks innocent and appears lowly in her rags, but her sinfully plump lips shield that vile serpent of a tongue that got us sent here.

“We’re going to be your worst nightmare,” Gus grits out.

She looks at him, studying him for a moment before focusing back on me. The terrified look is gone and replaced with one of contempt and challenge.

“Do your worst, motherfucker. There’s no fairy godmother coming to save me.” I take her advice. I snap my arm out, grip her throat, then drive her back across the room until she slams into the wall with a grunt of pain. I give her no time to recover as I grip the front of her rags with my free hand and tear them from her body. “No!” she screams, but her pleas fall on deaf ears. She stands there, covered in soot and ash from head to toe. I expected her to be hideous and have a body that would make me gag but the bitch is perfect. Her tits are full and perky, her dusty pink nipples hard and begging to be sucked.

I trail my gaze lower and have to bite back my groan at the sight of her baby-blue thong that does a piss-poor job of shielding her pussy.

“Look all you want but you won’t be touching me,” she grits out through clenched teeth. I feel Gus approaching and hear Duke enter our rundown cabin. She darts her gaze over my shoulder and the fiery look in her eyes dims when the guys flank me on either side.

“Cinder, Cinder, Cinder…” Duke taunts. She gasps but remains silent. “How can something despicable be so appealing?” I grunt my agreement, at least I’m not the only one finding the cunt fuckable.

“I can smell your arousal,” Gus adds, making her eyes widen.

“Bullshit,” she spits.

I cock my head to the side. “Shall we play a game, Cinder Soot?” I say in a low tone but it does nothing to hide the malice.

She darts her tongue out to moisten her lips.

“What game?”

“The game where if I sink a finger inside your cunt and find you wet and dripping, we get to fuck you,” I answer.

She swallows audibly, looks between the three of us ,then focuses back on me. “What do I get if you’re wrong and I win?”

I snort, I can tell from how flushed her cheeks are and the way her breathing has changed that she is fucking weeping for us.

“Whatever you want,” I mutter as I glide the fingertips of my free hand over the top of her tits and smirk smugly when a soft mewl escapes her,

“I want you to—” Her words die on her tongue as I trail my fingers down her flat stomach and glide them over the front of her panties, making her suck in a sharp inhale.

“Hmmmm, it seems she doesn’t want to win after all,” Gus taunts as I push her panties to the side. He shifts and cups both her tits in his hands, then flicks his thumbs over her nipples, making her moan.

“Eyes on me,” Duke snaps. She obeys instantly and from the look on her face, she is just as shocked as I am that she listened. “Good girl, Cinder Soot,” he praises. Her eyes widen and her mouth parts in a silent gasp.

I don’t tease, I don’t give any warning because I honestly don’t give a fuck if she’s wet or not. I thrust two fingers inside her tight little cunt. She screams and leaps to her tiptoes. Her scream isn’t from pleasure, it’s from pain. I may not care about the cunt but she is wet as fuck and there is no way that she could be in this much pain unless⁠—

“Fuck!” I snap and yank my fingers free.

“What?” Gus asks in a panic.

I look down at her and see tears clouding her eyes. A pang of something hits me in the chest and I refuse to acknowledge that I feel an ounce of guilt.

“Answer me!” Gus barks.

“It looks like our little glass charm isn’t such a filthy whore after all, are you, Cinder Soot?” Duke coos in a tone that can only be described as pure filth and hunger. She is untouched and pure. That knowledge changes everything. It’s been years since I have felt the warmth of a woman’s cunt wrapped around my cock. Duke and I are both suckers for virgins, it’s our kryptonite.

This little charm isn’t going anywhere. We’re going to keep her and corrupt her pure fucking body until she’s as filthy as the sin of deceit she committed.

CHAPTER THREE

CINDER