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“Another lie.”
I am a bastard and I’m about to prove it to her. I jerk the zipper down and free her of the tweed skirt that makes her legs look like they go on for miles. She’s in nothing but a sweater, the garter belt and those fucking sexy stockings. I should have gone for the sweater. I’m dying to see those beautiful breasts. My dick hurts from being so damn hard for this woman.
I reach between her legs and drag a lone finger through her slit to find her channel dripping with her arousal.
I smirk, arching a brow. “Want to say that again and mean it this time?”
“No. That's a question for you now it’s my turn.”
Augustine reaches over and holds her slick pussy open for me.
“What do you get out of torturing me?”
“You suck at asking the wrong questions.” I clean my finger of her juices and go back for more. Only this time I go the direct route. With Augustine holding her open, I drag my tongue from her slit all the way to her swollen nub. Flicking it, I take my time wrapping my lips around her pleasure spot and then sucking it between my lips.
“Darius!” She arches off the table.
She groans and sucks in air harshly. I don’t know if she realizes what she’s done, but her thighs spread further, giving me access to more of her suppleness. Her lips open with a heavy moan. I bring my drenched finger to my mouth and clean her juices off. Fucking sweet as sugar.
“Does that answer your question? Now it’s my turn.”
“I’m done playing. You don’t play fair.”
“You know what that means, gentlemen?”
“We do.”
Victor pops the first of three buttons on her sweater. Then the second. And finally the third, all while suffering her protests.
“What do you think you are doing? You didn’t ask another question.” The heavy weight of her breasts bounces and fuck I could find my release just watching her writher and fight us.
“You can’t simply not play. We made a deal. Ask us another question or forfeit another piece.” I peel one side of her sweater open and then the other. Black matching silk to her thong catches the light of the overhead lights. The glimmer is mesmerizing.
Taut nipples press against the thin material and I can’t help myself. I have to feel her, taste her.
“No question? Okay, then.” I’m going to hell and it’s going to be worth all the pain.
“Augustine, will you help me, brother?”
“My pleasure.”
Her eyes drag from me to Augustine. “What are you doing now? Oh, God. Ohh…”
Victor moves to the bottom of the table and pulls her to the max of what her ropes allow. Through the corner of my eye I see him slip his hands behind her knees and force them to bend, exposing her sex to every depraved thing my brother hungers for.
Augustine takes the knife I left on the table and slips it into the small strip of silk holding her bra cups together. Her heady sigh when her beautiful breasts bounces free forces pre-cum from my dick.
A couple of tugs and she’s completely naked except for the stockings and garter belt.
I lean over her and wrap my lips around one tip while my brother takes the other.
Between her legs, Victor blows on her nub. “You should see the sweet juices spilling from her pussy, brothers. She’s dripping onto the table. I’ll never have another meal here without thinking of her spread out for all of us to feast on.”
She jerks on the ropes. I grab her hand and hold it in place, Augustine doing the same. She’s going to hurt herself and I will not let that happen. “You can’t do this. You can’t. You have to stop.” Bailey thrashes her head from side to side but the way she rocks her hips and arches into our mouths tells me we are not stopping.
Victor licks her, sucking her savagely until her screams fill the cabin. I reach down and stroke her nub, torn between releasing her or letting her decide freely if she wants this. I like the idea of pushing her to her limits and forcing her to see she belongs with us.
The angel on my shoulder died a long time ago. I only have demons talking to me and they all agree the mafia princess enjoys being our captive.
