Page 33 of Freed By Wrath

I feel filthy. I feel powerful. And I know my first kidnapper is watching every second of it.

I pull off just long enough to look up at the man in front of me, lips shiny and swollen. “Are you going to keep being shy?” I whisper, voice dripping with challenge. “Or are you going to fuck my throat like I know you want to?”

I never imagined I’d be with more than one man at once. But wanting it rough? Wanting something raw and uninhibited? That part isn’t new. It’s a desire I’ve kept buried for years, tucked somewhere no one could judge me for it, because wanting it was one thing. Admitting it and trusting someone not to look at me differently afterward was another.

But I’m here now.

And if I’m finally letting that part of myself breathe, I’m going to make every second count.

Tonight, I don’t want anger burning through my bare soul.

I want tears of pleasure burning in my eyes.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” the man in front of me breathes, voice rough and strained.

Behind me, the blonde lets out a low, amused chuckle. “She wants it, man. So give it to her.”

That’s all the permission he needs.

His hand tightens in my hair, and he drives his thick cock deeper into my mouth. I moan around him as he pushes into my throat, stretching me open. He’s so big it makes my eyes water, but I don’t pull away. I take him greedily, relaxing my throat and letting him fuck my face in deep, desperate strokes.

Saliva drips down my chin. The wet, obscene sounds echo in the room as he uses my mouth. His cock swells even thicker on my tongue, pulsing and throbbing. I can feel him getting right there—right on the edge.

Just as his hips start to stutter and his balls tighten under my palm, I pull off completely with a wet pop, gasping for air. His cock twitches hard in front of my face, angry and leaking, denied at the very last second.

He lets out a tortured groan, hips jerking forward, chasing the heat of my mouth, but I don’t give it to him.

I look up at him with shiny, swollen lips and a wicked little smile.

“That’s not what he asked of us.”

The man in front of me blinks, dazed and painfully turned on. “What?”

Behind me, the blonde lets out a dark, satisfied laugh.

“Well… she’s right, isn’t she?” His voice is smooth and commanding. “You don’t get to come in her throat yet. Not until you’ve properly fucked her like she needs.”

I rise to my feet, peel my dress off in one fluid motion, and let it drop to the floor. My soaked underwear follows. The only thing left is the silly little horns still attached to my head.

“We need—” the man in front of me starts, but he doesn’t get to finish. A wrapped condom lands beside him with a soft smack.

He picks it up, but I can’t hide the flash of disappointment on my face.

They both notice it, and the blonde steps behind me, pulling my back against his chest. His rough hands cup my breasts, thumbs circling my hard nipples as he murmurs sweet nothings against my ear, while the brunette asks me, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“Nothing,” I lie.

“Don’t lie to us,” the man behind me warns, pinching my nipples just hard enough to make me gasp. “Tell us.”

I swallow, cheeks burning. “I… I wanted all of it. I wanted to feel him raw.”

The man in front of me stills, eyes darkening.

“Do you want him to breed you, baby?” the blonde asks, voice low and filthy. “Is that it?”

“I have an IUD,” I whisper. “I just…”

Rage threatens to swallow me again. I’m so needy, so… hurt, so… anxious.