Page 30 of Freed By Wrath

Her moan reaches me first.

Then his voice, low and unhurried.

“Tell me what you want, trouble.”

“I want—” She falters for half a second, and I can almost hear her conscience catching up with her body, reminding her she’s in a stranger’s apartment with three masked men and no easy exit, but her hips keep rolling against his hand. “Fuck… I want to come. Please.”

The raw desperation in her voice goes straight to my cock. It sounds like the girl from three years ago, the one who asked question after question and laughed too loud and made all three of us feel things we had no business feeling.

My dick is rock-hard and leaking, straining painfully against my zipper. I reach down and squeeze my balls hard, trying to stave off the orgasm already threatening to rip through me just from watching them.

“How do you want to come, baby?”

“I just… I need it.”

“Fuck, you’re even wetter,” Slash says, fingers clearly buried deep inside her.

“Shut up,” she whimpers, but there’s no heat in it. Only shame and lust.

A beat. Then, quieter: “When was the last time you were well and truly fucked?”

I know the moment he curls his fingers inside her because she arches hard, moaning loud enough that it echoes in the hallway. I watch her thighs tremble and imagine her soaked pussy glistening as his thick fingers pump in and out of her. She’s grinding on his hand like she’s starving for it.

I grip my balls tighter, jaw clenched, breathing through my mouth so I don’t make a sound. My cock is throbbing so violently I’m scared I’ll come untouched if I let go.

She sobs a broken moan. “Don’t stop… please, I’m so close—”

“Only when you answer me, trouble. When was the last time you were well and truly fucked?” Slash asks again, slowing his movements until she’s whining.

“I don’t… fuck, I don’t know!”

With that, it’s easy to understand the right answer was probably never. That fucking asshole.

“Well, let’s make sure this time, you won’t forget.” My best friend promises her, while shifting her roughly onto the floor and then spreading her legs wider. Her dress is bunched around her waist, panties shoved to the side, pussy probably swollen and shining with how wet she seems to be.

“Fuck, yes, right there—” she breathes, and he gives it to her, and then he slows, and she tenses immediately.

“No. Please, don’t stop—” Her voice cracks. “I need it, I—”

“You’ll have it.” His tone doesn’t change. “But I need to make sure of something first.”

He moves towards her, and for a moment I think he’s going to kiss her again. But no. He moves slowly, mouth towards her ear and tells her something.

Her eyes find me in the shadows of the hallway.

Fuck.

For a second I expect her to freak out. Instead, her lips part and she stares straight at me while Slash’s fingers keep working her cunt.

My heart slams against my ribs. My cock twitches hard in my grip.

“Is that alright, trouble?” Slash asks, calm as ever, without even looking at me.

Fucking asshole. When did he even notice me? At what point in the last five minutes did he register I was standing here?

She doesn’t look away from me. Not for a second.

Her voice comes out hoarse, dripping with need: