Page 42 of Cursed
“Please fuck me,” I beg shamelessly, my nails digging into his shoulders. “I need you inside me now.”
“Patience,” he instructs, deliberately rolling his hips against mine before pulling away again. “Good things come to those who wait.”
His eyes glitter with amusement. He’s enjoying this—drawing out my torment, making me beg for it. Every brush of his fingers, every press of his body against mine, is calculated to push me higher without letting me fall.
I’ve never felt so desperate, so utterly at someone else’s mercy. The rational part of my brain has completely shut down. I’d do anything—anything-to make him stop this exquisite torture and give me what I’m begging for.
18
LANDON
Her resistance has crumbled beautifully, just as I knew it would. The way she begs—desperate, shameless, broken—sends a surge of power through me unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
“Please fuck me,” she pleads, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I have no intention of giving her what she wants. Not yet. The anticipation will make our eventual joining all the more intense. Instead, I double my efforts, circling my tongue against her clit while sliding two fingers inside her. Her body responds instantly, clenching around me as she arches off the table.
“Come for me, little butterfly,” I command against her flesh. “One more time.”
Her thighs tighten around my head as she shatters, crying out my name in a broken sob that echoes through the chamber. I drink in every drop of her release, savoring the taste of her surrender. When the last tremors subside, I rise, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Up,” I tell her, helping her shaking body from the table. Her legs barely support her weight as she stands. “It’s almost time,but I want the right position.” I slide my mask back into place, as is customary for all hunters in the orgy room.
I wrap my arm around her waist, steadying her as we move deeper into the room. Bodies writhe in various states of ecstasy around us, but one scene in particular catches my attention. Cora Pike—the mayor’s precious daughter—is surrounded by three hunters. They’ve arranged her on a plush velvet divan, one man beneath her, another behind, while the third claims her mouth. Their bodies move in perfect synchronicity, creating a hypnotic tableau of possession and pleasure.
Sadie’s step falters, her eyes locked on the foursome. Interesting. I watch her reaction carefully—the quickening of her breath, the subtle darkening of her pupils, the instinctive parting of her lips. She’s captivated by their display.
“You want to watch them?” I whisper in her ear, my fingers tightening possessively on her hip. “We can get closer.”
I guide her to a vacant settee positioned across from Cora’s group—close enough to observe every detail, yet distinctly separate. A perfect vantage point for Sadie to witness while I claim her.
I slide my fingers between Sadie’s thighs as we settle onto the sofa, watching her eyes lock onto the spectacle. Cora’s moans fill the air, punctuated by the grunts of the men using her body. My little butterfly is transfixed, her breathing shallow and quick.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” I whisper against her ear. “The complete surrender.”
My fingers move lazily through her pussy, teasing but never giving enough pressure. When she instinctively clenches her thighs together, trapping my hand, I use my other arm to force them apart again.
“No hiding,” I state firmly. “I want to feel every reaction.”
The shame and arousal painted on her face is intoxicating—that perfect blend of opposing forces that makes her sofascinating. When her attention starts to drift back to Cora, I decide to reclaim it.
The sound of my zipper breaks through her trance. I free myself from the confines of my pants, my cock springing forth thick and heavy. Just as I intended, Sadie’s gaze snaps away from the foursome, fixing instead on what I’ve revealed. Her pupils dilate instantly, and she licks her lips.
Perfect.
“On all fours,” I command, my voice low but unmistakable. “Face them.”
Uncertainty flickers across her features. For a moment, I wonder if she’ll refuse—part of me almost hopes she will, just for the pleasure of forcing compliance. But after a brief hesitation, she slides off the sofa onto her knees, positioning herself as instructed. She glances back at me over her shoulder, her expression broadcasting both apprehension and curiosity.
I stand behind Sadie, her perfect ass raised before me, her face directed toward the show across from us. Cora writhes between her three captors—one thick cock buried in her pussy, another stretching her ass, while the third forces her jaw wide. The rhythmic movement of their bodies creates a hypnotic display.
“Look at her,” I murmur, running my cock along Sadie’s soaking entrance without pushing inside. “See how they own every inch of her? That’s what I’m going to do to you, little butterfly.”
Sadie whimpers, pushing back against me, seeking my dick. I pull away enough to deny her.
“Please,” she whispers, so quietly I almost miss it.
“What was that?” I tease, circling my tip against her clit before sliding back along her folds. “I didn’t quite hear you.”
