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CAIN

My Angel looksup at me, and, as the fog of her orgasm clears, I see the moment it’s replaced, and it’s not just pure fear. It’s anger, too. Anger at Mal for spanking her.

She shocks the shit out of me when she speaks. “Fuck you, Malachi.”

She seems to have gained her use of the f-word.

He laughs. “No, baby girl, we’re fucking you, and we’re not done yet.”

“Do you want me to choke you with my cock again?” I threaten her. “Watch that mouth.”

She tries to get free, but I have a good grip. With one hand, I hold her wrists, and with the other, I push my mask up, needing the air on my face, as I’m getting too hot.

“Help me turn her over,” I tell the other two. “I need inside this pussy.”

“No.”

She twists her arms and manages to get one hand free. I still have a grip on the other, but Mal has moved from between her legs. It gives her the chance she needs, and she takes it. She pushes up into a crouch and lashes out at me with her free hand. Her nails scrape down my cheek, and in shock, I let go.

She takes off like the damn wind. Running as if her life depends on it. She reaches the edge of the clearing and is about to vanish into the dark pockets beneath the trees. Rome has got it in hand again, though. He takes after her. His legs are so much longer, plus he’s not bare-ass naked, and he catches up to her quickly. He grabs her arm and yanks her back. She trips as he halts her forward momentum and ends up on her knees on the ground.

Mal catches up to them, and he wraps her long hair around his fist, causing her to cry out in pain when he tugs.

“Fucking try that again, and I’ll scalp you, girl.”

Jesus. I’ve always suspected Mal hid some dark depths, but he’s positively demonic right now. I glance at Ophelia, checking on her. I’m not sure how in control Mal, or even Rome, is right now, but I am. No matter how turned on I am by all of this, if I think she’s going to break, I will make it all stop.

I see fury, exhilaration, and maybe some fear, but not too much. There’s no sorrow, though. I can’t recognize any regret painting her face. The two men hold her still, and I stalk to her, coming to a halt in front of her, still on her knees.

I drag my knuckles down her face.

“My perfect, beautiful Angel. I’m going to fuck you now. I’ll be right where Malachi was, and when I come inside you, you’ll be so full of us. Doesn’t that make you happy?”

She doesn’t answer, and I chuckle at the defiant tilt of her jaw. There’s a tree behind her, and I grin.

“Hold her against the tree,” I tell Mal and Rome. “Wait.” I pick up her dress from the ground and hand it them. “Put this at her back. I don’t want her cut up from the bark.”

“So considerate,” Mal mocks.

I give him the finger before ripping my t-shirt over my head.

Ophelia’s gaze roams over my torso.

I cock an eyebrow. “Like what you see, baby?”

She huffs, but I know she does. I’ve worked damn hard on this body. I never wanted to be that scrawny kid again. Now, I’m huge. Tall, broad, and with muscles packed on an already impressive frame. She’s petite, and I can’t lie; the size difference does something to me. I know she can take my cock, but I love the idea I can destroy that pussy.

She’s held against the tree, Mal grasping one arm, and Roman the other. I press myself between her legs, my cock brushing her thighs. Her breasts thrust against my chest, and I shiver at the sensation. Skin on skin, you can’t beat it.

I touch my lips to where her pulse beats fast in her throat. “You ready for me, Angel?”

Her only reply is a whimper. I reach between us and stroke her clit. It’s still swollen, and her pussy is all puffy and wet. I’m aware some of that wetness is Malachi’s cum, but, for some reason, that only makes my cock harder.

“Yeah, you’re ready.”

I keep stroking her, getting her wound up again, and Mal reaches out with his free hand and tweaks and pinches her nipple. Roman copies him, doing the same on his side.

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