Page 28 of Penance

Huxley’s breathing kicks up as I guide my delicate hand down the front of his tented boxers. Slipping my bloodied fingers between firm muscle and tight cotton. Circling my fingers around him, using the blood of my enemy as slick, I squeeze hard, pulling at his painfully erect cock. Huxley’s hips buck forward, him hissing through his teeth makes my lips kick up as Kacey’s eyes narrow on my hand’s hidden movements.

I tilt my head slightly, my hand still working Huxley over, neither man touching me.

But this is all about me.

My wants.

My needs.

My pain.

“What you think, Big Man?” I lick my lips, running my tongue seductively over my teeth. “Should we let his monster cock out to breathe a little?” I tease, my fingers closing as tightly as they can around Hux’s dick, still hidden beneath the cotton of his black boxers.

Huxley rocks forward with my jerky movements. Kacey’s eyes locked on mine, I slide my gaze over to the frustrated devil in the chair.

“What d’you think, Max?” I question, my gaze looking up through the shadows of my lashes.

My lips curving into a sadistic grin as he clenches his jaw.

“Nothing to say?” I taunt, secretly appreciating his rule following so far.

How far can I push him?

Kacey growls low in his throat, the sound making my thighs quiver. I release Huxley, slipping my hand up to the elastic band around his hips, curling my fingers over the fabric as I shove it down. Working him free, using my booted foot to pull his jeans and boxers the rest of the way down. Huxley kicks his boots off instinctively, kicking them and his clothes away, standing before me in all his naked glory.

And fuck me,is he glorious.

I turn my gaze to Huxley now, my full attention on my dark eyed demon. I flutter my lashes as my nipples brush against his chest. Tilting my head back, my lips against his clean-shaven chin.

“Kiss me,” I murmur, my whispered demand being carried out instantly.

Huxley’s teeth crash into mine, biting my tongue as he sucks it into his mouth. Luscious teasing licks and pulls as his pierced tongue devours my mouth. His long fingers curl into my waist, a dangerous pinch of pain as my hips slant against him, his erection grinding against me. He pulls away from my mouth, his lips latching onto my jawbone. Sucking a trail down to my chin, the tip of his tongue sliding across my bloody skin, the cool metal of his tongue bar making me shiver. Teeth nipping savagely at my clavicle, I arch into him, my good hand aimlessly reaching out to seek another piece of my soul.

Thick fingers grip mine; Kacey’s firm hold tugging me free from Huxley. We both move with the motion, Huxley naturally curling into my back. His hands snaking around my front, his thumbs tucking themselves into the high waistband of my leggings. Kacey grunts as he presses in close, his hips undulating as he moves himself against me and I groan. My head drops back against Huxley’s shoulder as he viciously marks my throat with his biting, claiming me for the world to see.

I’ll wear his marks proudly.

Kacey takes my lips with his brash movements, he tears into my top lip, teeth splitting the skin, I cry out. The sound muffled by his mouth as he sucks and pulls my essence into his mouth. I let my eyes roll onto Max as I shove Kacey’s jeans down with my good hand, his mouth never leaving mine as he gets the rest of his clothes off.

Max’s eyes glint with rage. His fists clenched so tight; I can practically hear his knuckles cracking. But he doesn’t waver, his eyes having not left mine once. A fire lights inside me, a blazing inferno as Huxley edges my leggings off.

Kacey drops to his knees, his thick hands tugging my boots off. He throws them away, dragging my leggings and knickers all the way down. I rest my good hand on his head as he lifts one foot then the other, freeing me of my bottoms. Huxley stands back a few inches, his hands working their way beneath my blood-soaked vest top. He fists the stringy straps, ripping them away from the rest of the cotton so I don’t have to raise my injured hand. Huxley rolls the stretchy fabric down my flat belly, Kacey’s thick fingers brushing his as he takes over. Rolling the stretchy fabric down the rest of my body, helping me step free of it and then his face is thrust between my thighs, his tongue running up the length of me.

Huxley twists my head to the other side of his chest, ravaging the opposite side of my neck. His tongue bar rolling down my throat as Kacey’s mouth latches onto my clit making me purr. The vibration of the sound sweeping through my tight body as they devour me. Huxley’s hands, one on my hip, the other sliding up and under my chin, his fingers flexing on my throat, I groan. Kacey’s tongue lashes my clit, my thighs quaking as he carelessly tosses my leg over his shoulder, widening me for him, his fingers digging painfully into my tattooed flesh as he eats me.

Slurping at my entrance, sucking and swallowing as I cry out. Huxley grips my throat tighter, cutting off the sound as Kacey’s tongue delves inside me, his thumb working my clit as his tongue consumes me. A rogue orgasm rips through me like a tornado, only encouraging him to work harder. My overheated body slumped back against Huxley, the steel length of his huge dick digging into the base of my spine.

I want to feel him inside me.

On the cusp of my second orgasm, I forcibly kick my leg free from Kacey’s shoulder. Shoving him back with my foot to his shoulder, he sprawls backwards with the surprise contact. Huxley stops attacking my neck, looking over my shoulder at his friend. Kacey looks up at me, his eyes rapidly searching mine, his chin shining with my arousal in the flickering candlelight. My body aches for more of their touch but this is aboutmycontrol.

I walk down one side of the table, my good hand gripping Sidney’s calf as I pass, dragging his butchered corpse with me until his body hits the floor with a thunk.

I hop up onto one of the chairs, using it as a step up onto the table. My bare feet padding through Sidney’s blood and chunks of entrails. Kicking aside pieces of broken china as I walk the glass top like a catwalk. My hips sway, the dancing light casting shadows across me as I move, dainty light footsteps carrying me to the end. I stand tall, looking down at my two hell beasts, both gazing up at me like a goddess bathed in sin. Cocks standing to attention, eyes firmly on mine, I glance over to Max. Leant forward in his seat now, wrists atop his spread knees, his clothed torso hunched forward, hiding anything below his belt. I lick my lips, quickly returning my attention to my two faithful hounds.

I slowly drop to my knees at the edge of the table, the blood beneath them helping me slide my thighs wide as I stare between my two men. Arching back, my bare breasts pushed forward, my good hand reaching back for the cleaver. Sitting forward, I bring the tip to Kacey’s chest, his breathing even. I press the blade in, breaking skin, forcing blood from the incision. I drag it through his flesh, a small, bloodied line dug into his skin. Placing the knife back down, settling it on the table between my thighs. My fingers curling over the lip of the table for balance, never taking my eyes from the gold ones staring back. I open my mouth, flattening my tongue, I run it up the valley of his abs. His sharp inhale making me hum in response as I fill my mouth with copper. I lap at the incision, sucking gently, my teeth nipping at the torn skin, all the while my eyes remain glued to his.

Kacey groans deep, his large hand cupping the back of my head. Encouraging me to go harder as he drags me tighter against him, filling my nostrils with his mint and earth scent. I swallow him down as he loosens his hold on me. Huxley massaging my thigh, his fingers kneading the muscle, his teeth grazing my shoulder, eliciting a low groan from deep in my chest.

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