Page 78 of The Preacher's Pet

He lifts the dress high, exposing my legs and pussy and stomach and breasts. Then he pulls it over my head and tosses it to one side. I’m completely naked, surrounded by three fully clothed masked men.

I wriggle in Cain’s grasp. “No, please.” I’m not even sure what I’m begging for.

Roman studies me while Cain holds me in place. His gaze roams across my body, and he lifts his hands to touch me. He starts at my face, taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning my head from side to side, like he’s appraising me for auction. Then he releases my face and runs the backs of his fingers down my throat. Cain takes my hair in one fist, yanking on it so pain spikes deliciously through my scalp, heightening everything.

I’ve never been so aware of my skin, every nerve ending lighting up with the anticipation of pleasure.

Roman palms my breasts, and his thumbs brush across my nipples. Arousal shoots straight between my thighs, and I bet I’m soaked.

Still paying attention to my breasts, he rolls my nipples between his fingers and then pinches hard enough to hurt. I squeal and buck in Cain’s grip.

“No, get off me!”

Cain presses his face closer to my ear. “That’s right, Angel. Fight him.”

I try again, bucking and kicking. At some point, I’ve lost my shoes, so I’m barefooted, but I don’t even know where. My kicks are ineffectual, and Roman gives a guttural laugh.

“Keep her still, Cain.”

Cain uses his legs to hold mine in place, so I’m completely pinned to his body. His erection is thick and hard, and he grinds against me. How can this be the same boy from my childhood—the one who used to sleep on my bedroom floor each night, afraid of his father. This man doesn’t seem like he’d be afraid of anyone.

Roman drops to his knees. “Keep her legs spread.”

I remember what he’d said about being a virgin. Is this the first time he’s tasted a woman? He adjusts his mask to free his mouth and nose, moves in closer, and presses his lips to my pussy.

“Oh!” I cry.

From the corner of my eye, I spot Malachi, standing in the shadows, watching. He’s freed his cock and has it in hand, masturbating as he watches Roman eat me out, while Cain holds me still. He still has his mask fully covering his face, but his chest is bare—he must have stripped off his shirt—revealing hismultitude of tattoos. The sight is deeply dark and erotic, and it only heightens my arousal.

Roman’s mouth latches over my clit, and he sucks. I cry out in pleasure and pain. So many sensations grip me. He suckles and then licks, flicking his tongue over me. He groans his pleasure, sending vibrations through me, and uses his hand to hold my pussy lips wider. He covers me with his whole mouth. His tongue spears inside me as he fucks me that way, sliding his tongue in and out. My stomach and thigh muscles tense and quiver, and I can feel my orgasm building.

I’m going to come, and it feels so wrong. I try to hold it off. I wait for the sneering voice of the Prophet, but it never arrives. Instead, in its place, there is nothing but pleasure as the waves crash over me, and I come all over Roman’s face, crying out into the dark.

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MALACHI

Roman sits backon his heels and wipes his mouth against the back of his hand, then pulls his mask back down.

I know this will be his first time fucking her, fucking anyone, and I wonder if he wants to go first or to be the last to fill her up.

He answers my question when he stands and moves back, letting me walk forward and take his place. Cain has released her, aware that one of us will fuck her now.

“I can smell your pussy on the air,” I tell her, taking her chin and lifting her gaze to mine. “You came hard, didn’t you, pet?”

Christ, my voice sounds like a stranger. Harsher than usual, with a dark undertone.

She nods meekly, looking at me from beneath hooded eyes.

My cock is fucking painful, I’m that aroused. Precum covers my fingers. As Ophelia watches me, I squeeze some more out and bring my fingers to her lips.

“Suck,” I say.

She opens her perfect little mouth and does as instructed. Her eyes flutter closed as she tastes me, and that small reaction has the blood singing in my veins.

“All fours, Ophelia.” I indicate the ground, taking my wet fingers out of her mouth and using her saliva to lube my cock.

She moves to get down, and I smile, but at the last minute, she darts to the side and tries to run again. I’m tempted to let her go—to watch her naked body crash through the bushes in the moonlight—but Roman grabs her, wrapping his arms around her and hauling her back. She thrashes and screams, but she’s no match for him. He wrestles her to the ground, and she stills under him. Cain hunkers next to them, and he and Roman flip her over, so she’s face down in the dirt. I’m aware she’s on the bare ground, and don’t want mud and twigs getting all over her perfect pussy.

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