Page 37 of The Betrayal You Serve
Running my hand up her spine, I free her hair and twist the length around my fist making her back arch, causing me to hit her even deeper.
"Tell me they didn't fuck you. Tell me they didn't get this."
She shakes her head violently. "No. Yours, Kane. Yours," she cries as I slam into her over and over, hitting her cervix every time I bottom out in her.
"Fucking right, Princess."
The couch slides across the floor as I fuck her hard and fast. The sound of our skin slapping sounds out over the music as she moans beneath me.
"I want to hear you scream my name, Princess. I want to know you know who's ruining your pretty little cunt right now."
Pulling on her hair, I stand her upright, my lips moving down her exposed neck. I suck the sensitive skin beneath her ear into my mouth and sink my teeth down.
"Kane," she cries, her pussy rippling around me as the pain washes through her.
"Tell me what they did. Tell me what they did to you."
She hesitates and I bite her again, harder this time until the taste of copper fills my mouth.
"T-touched me. K-kissed me."
"Here?" I ask, running my fingers over her lips.
"Yes," she breathes.
Twisting her face to me, I push my lips against hers.
"Mine," I growl against them.
She nods.
"What else?"
"F-fingers."
A possessive growl rumbles deep in my chest at the thought of them putting anything inside her.
"Who?"
"L-Luca."
"Motherfucker."
"What else?" I demand, my hips continuing to thrust in and out.
"Tongue," she whispers, turning her face away from mine in shame.
Dropping my hand down the front of her body, I part her pussy and press two fingers against her swollen clit.
"They tastedmypussy?" My voice is rough even to my own ears as she whimpers and shudders in my hold.
"I'm sorry," she whispers. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"Who?"
"L-L-Leon."
All the air rushes from my lungs as relief that I wasn't expecting floods me. I hate what she did, that they got a piece of what's mine, but I'm so fucking glad it wasn't Luca.
