Page 46 of The Demons We Hide

"If you're going to fuck me, Gio, then get to it.” She bites out each word, a challenge in her tone.

Such a beautiful fighter,I think as I stroke my cock again, another squeeze—harder this time.

Maybe next time I have her in my arms, in my bed, I’ll show her a different side of me. Maybe instead of making her fight it, I’ll let her take control. It’s not my preferred method of release, but for her, I’d be willing. The image of Juliet climbing on top of me, of fucking herself on my cock nearly rushes me straight towards an orgasm.

With a grunt, I slap one hand on the edge of my desk and squeeze down on the base of my cock until the pain is all agony and no pleasure. Deep breaths—in and out. I gasp for air, my lungs seizing, my dick practically weeping at how close we’d come to the climax.

Not yet. It’s not time.

On the monitors, Gio tells Juliet that she’s going to fuck herself for him and a groan rumbles up my chest. The bastard is torturing us both now. Prick.

He retrieves a switchblade from somewhere I don’t see and slowly drags it across her skin. I lean in closer. The video isn’t perfect, but I hit a few keys and it reshapes, becoming clearer thanks to one of my own programs. It’s so high definition that I can now see the goosebumps as they break out across her flesh. Her pupils dilate. Her pussy twitches. She’s turned on by the threat he presents.

Interesting…

“You’re fucking insane,” she says. For her? Absolutely we are.

Gio moves the hilt of the blade towards her core and her shoulders tense, but he doesn’t stop. Thank fuck, he doesn’t stop. The blunt end slips inside and her hand shoots towards it. They both grip it tight, him not releasing her from his demands and her… not sure if she should want it.

Oh, she wants it. That’s a fact, but she knows she shouldn’t. What girl wants to get off with a knife in her cunt? The answer is simple: our girl. A Scorpion Girl.

“Gio…” She moans, turning her head to the side so she can look up at him. “I want you to touch me.”

I close my eyes and imagine she’s saying those words to me.

“I know,” Gio murmurs. “But I’m not going to, not until you fuck yourself with my knife and show me how you get off.”

God. Fucking. Damn.I hiss through my teeth as my cock threatens to pop off at those words. The combination of Gio's filthy mouth and the image of seeing what it does to Juliet has my orgasm racing towards the forefront. By some miracle, I manage to stave it off. My abdomen clenches and I clamp a hand down tight on the back of my cock, strangling the appendage until the pain is all I feel.

Breathing through my mouth, I suck down lungful after lungful of air. Her moans spill through the speakers, a dangerous addition to the already tempting sight of her on my monitors.

I want a camera on her at all times, I realize. I want to see her at every part of her day. When she's sleeping. When she's naked. When she's clothed. I want to watch her eat and cry and snore. I want all pieces of her—no matter how she might think they're boring or ugly. Nothing about this woman is boring or ugly. Every piece of her is perfect because every piece belongs to me.

Gio shifts against her back and I know he's releasing his own cock. I don't know how he's managed to hold himself back this long. I certainly wouldn't have been able to.

My chest pumps unevenly as I hiss through my breaths and begin to stroke my cock once more. Up and down, twisting my wrist as I imagine it's her hand on me instead of my own. The speakers pick up on their words as Gio pushes her further, encourages our girl to fuck herself and drench the hell out of that knife. My abdomen begins to tighten all over again, my muscles contracting.

Her limbs begin to tremble as she drives herself closer and closer to orgasm. I lean closer, practically hovering on top of the monitors as I eat up every goddamn digital piece of her on the screens. Juliet cries out into Gio's mouth as he twists one of her nipples and I grin. She's a little pain slut too, because that's all it takes for her to finally reach her release.

I pant through each second as she seizes up, her lips parting on an open-mouthed cry. Her back bows up and her thighs tremble with the effort. The pleasure swamps her body, mind and soul. Juliet's scream is like music to my ears and I almost—almost—deprive myself of the sight of her as my own release jackknifes through me, stealing the last of my breath from my lungs.

Almost as soon as my own climax releases me from its deadly fast grip, Juliet screams again and I jerk my head up, not realizing that I'd dropped it in the first place. G's expression is a twisted mass of need. He's held off for this long and there's no more patience left in him as he lifts her up and drops her down unceremoniously on top of his cock.

Juliet's hands snap out, latching on to anything to keep her upright as he fucks up into her soaking cunt. I can see the result of her orgasm has left her open and soft, making it easy for Gio to slide all the way to the hilt. When he lifts her back up, the glisten of her pussy remains on his dick and I groan, wishing it were me.

"Squeeze me just like that." Gio doesn't sound like himself, but like a man possessed. I sit back, my own cum dripping from my hand and staining my lower abdomen where I'd shoved my shirt up. Try as I might, I can't seem to catch my breath as I watch the rest of the private moment he's given me access to.

The two of them together—a man I'd die for and a woman I'd kill for—is all kinds of fucked in the head. My mind, though, swirling with relaxation after my much-needed release doesn't see any issue. I simply remain there, watching the two of them as Gio drives our girl back up the precipice of pleasure and then over the edge into yet another orgasm.

Blue strands, semi-damp, fling around her face as her cheeks flush and she hangs awkwardly on her hands and knees as Gio rises behind her. Lips parted, eyes glazed over, I stare at her face and watch as she comes apart. Quickly, before I forget it, I wipe my hands clean and take several snapshots of the image before it's over. Her breasts hang heavy below, swinging back and forth with each thrust as Gio's face contorts into a facsimile of pain as he grunts and groans and then ultimately, loses the battle to hold back his own orgasm.

Reaching out to the monitor, I let my fingers trail down the side of her face wishing she knew I was here.

Soon, though, she will. Eventually, there will be nowhere else for her to run and she'll come to realize that we are all that she has to rely on.

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JULIET

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