Page 49 of Brutal Prince

With his cock still prodding me, he pushed his fingers further into my mouth and I ate them like a girl starved. Moments later his wet fingers were gripping my face, digging into my cheeks and I yelped out in pain, trying to shake off his grasp. He leaned in and held his sludge colored gaze, penetrating me through the holes in his mask.

“Go easy,” Ollie warned as he continued to thrust into me.

To my surprise, Dom released my face and I was expecting him to slide his cock in my mouth, instead his fingers found their way into my mouth again. Thrusting in and out like a cock. I was being hammered at both ends and to my surprise, I was massively turned on.

The orgasm shivered through me as I clenched down both on Ollie and Dom making them grunt and hiss. While Ollie kept pounding me until the orgasm eased and then pulled out of me, Dom grabbed my hair and started ramming this fingers harder inside my mouth.

Die, you fucker, I screamed in my mind.

Three fingers became four and my mouth was stretched to the limit. I started to gag and my jaw ached from the pressure hitting the back of my throat. Tears streamed down my cheeks. It was obvious that I was struggling to breathe.

“Ollie!” my cry muffled by his fingers.

I could feel Ollie watching from behind, yet he wasn’t doing anything to help. Why won’t he help me?

Darryn was just outside the door and my cell was in my bag on the floor. Help was so close, yet so far.

Realizing that it was down to me to get out of this hold, I smacked his thigh several times, until he resigned and pulled out his fingers.

“You fucking asshole!” I screamed at him.

A deep, muffled chuckle shot back at me as he stepped away, zipping himself up. He left in silence through the main door past Darryn.

“Are you alight?” Ollie asked, covering me over with a sheet and pulling my body close to comfort me.

“Why didn’t you help me?”

“Huh?” he stroked my short hair with his fingers.

“I was struggling to breathe.”

“From my angle it looked like you were having fun,” he replied swiftly. “I mean, I hated sharing you,” squeezing me tight, “but I guess I can make allowances sometimes.”

His comment left me cold.

Yet the wet havoc between my legs ached for Dom. I needed to see him again, alone and without Ollie.

TWENTY FOUR

Ollie

“How’s your shoulder?” I asked Mathias when she stepped into the interview room. She rang earlier asking me to come down to the station.

“Did you tell Darryn and Gretta that I asked you to come down here?”

“You told me not too.” An unusual request that got my nerves prickling.

“Good,” taking the seat opposite me. “And yes my shoulder is fine. Be better if it didn’t have a damn bullet hole in it.” Her left arm was in a sling and winced in pain when she sat down. “It’s more of an annoyance than anything else.”

“How is the case going?”

She glanced up to the ceiling and cringed. “Would be better if you three weren’t messing me around.”

“What do you mean?”

“We agreed that you’d contact me every day to update me on what you’re doing. In past couple of weeks, Gretta’s contacted me twice claiming to have no updates and you and Darryn haven’t contacted me at all. So do you want to tell me what’s going on? Are you trying to keep me in the dark or what?”

“Ah yeah, we kinda been busy.”

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