Page 2 of Poison Ivy
Bram grips my chin and tilts my head back. “Eyes open, Poison. I want to see the pain in those baby blues.”
I force my eyes open, glaring at Bram as Tate fucks me harder, faster. The dark fae’s lips curl into a cruel smile, his fingers digging into my jaw.
“That’s it, little whore. Show me that fire,” he purrs.
Tate’s fingers work my clit roughly, and I hate how my body responds. A moan escapes before I can stop it.
“Listen to those pretty noises,” Torin taunts, leaning in close. “I think our girl is enjoying herself.”
“Fuck you,” I spit out.
Torin’s hand shoots out, wrapping around my throat. “What did I say about that mouth?”
I struggle to breathe as Tate’s thrusts become more erratic. He grunts, slamming into me one final time as he shoots his load. He pulls out, but he doesn’t move from my back. Bram’s hands slide down my sides before he releases his cock, impaling me on his oversized dick in one swift motion.
“My turn,” he growls.
I cry out as he stretches me, my nails digging into my palms as I clench my fists. My bag is on the floorat my feet as I’m railed by these deviants with no option but to take it. Bram fucks me ruthlessly against Tate’s chest. Tate steadies me as Bram’s thrusts turn almost violent.
I whimper, but Tate’s hand comes up over my mouth. “No noise, Poison.”
I bite down hard on his hand, tasting blood. He hisses and yanks it away.
“Fucking bitch,” he snarls, his hand clamping around my throat and I choke for breath.
Bram’s thrusts get even more vicious. I feel like I’m being split in two.
“That’s it, take it like the little slut you are,” Bram grunts, gripping my hips painfully tight.
I glare daggers at him, wishing I had the power to kill him, but I don’t. My body betrays me, desperate for release as my pussy twitches around his cock as he hits that spot deep inside, over and over.
Torin watches with predatory eyes. “I think our girl’s about to come. Shall we let her?”
“Fuck no,” Tate growls from behind me. His free hand snakes around to pinch my clit hard again, denying me release.
I whimper in frustration against his hand as Bram slams into me relentlessly. My legs are shaking, barely holding me up as pleasure and pain shoot through me.
“Please,” I choke out, hating myself for begging but desperate for relief.
“Please, what?” Torin taunts, gripping my chin. “Use your words, Poison.”
I struggle to form a coherent thought as Bram’s thrusts drive him to a climax. He grunts loudly as he unloads into my dripping wet pussy.
“P-please let me come,” I finally gasp out.
Torin’s eyes flash with cruel amusement. “Not a chance,” he says and takes Tate’s place as he slips aside. He fumbles with his pants, and then his cock is driving into me. I whimper again as my pussy is raw from this relentless, hard fucking. Torin leans in and scrapes his fangs against my neck.
I smile slowly. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, fang boy. Unless you want to end up a pile of dust at my feet.”
He hisses and rams his cock further into me, burying it as deep as it will go. “Bitch,” he snarls.
“At least she warned you,” Bram comments. “Maybe she should be allowed to come for that?”
Torin grabs my hips and pulls my arse back onto him, slamming against me as he fucks me painfully hard.
Bram grips my chin as I close my eyes again. “Eyes on me, whore.”
“Don’t fucking call me that,” I grit out.
