Page 113 of Fall into Savagery

“I’m sorry, okay? Jeez, I’m sorry. Now let me go, you bastard.”

He laughed. “Does she sound sorry?”

Mikhail joined him. “Doesn’t sound like it.”

“She sounds angry. And horny,” Damien added. “Why don’t you check, Nikolay? Tell us how wet she is.”

“Don’t need to check when I can smell her,” Nikolay said, bringing his hand down between my legs. His fingers found my center right away, and he inserted two thick fingers inside me.

My head fell down. “Oh, God.”

He started to pump in and out of me. The spikes of my heels dug into the floor as I moved my legs.

“She’s fucking drenched.”

“Then why don’t you finish spanking her, and then we’ll give her exactly what she’s been begging for. We’ll fuck her.”

All of them?

My muscles clenched at the thought, and Nikolay pulled out of me. I looked back to see him put his fingers in his mouth, sucking.

He winked at me, and more wetness seeped out.

I didn’t think I could take it anymore. I just wanted to come.

So, so bad.

He grinned viciously as his hand rained down on my ass in precise, savage slaps.

It didn’t matter how much I struggled. He would not let up. I didn’t know how long he would spank me, but after a while, I gave up and just let him do it, tears gathering around my eyes.

I could see Damien’s and Mikhail’s shoes within my line of sight, and the fact that they were watching—enjoying this—was something else.

I was aroused and frustrated and in pain.

I didn’t know how I was feeling.

“Fuck, princess. Do you know how hard I am just seeing your pale skin turn red from my hand?”

He didn’t need to tell me. I could feel him pressing against my side.

“Nikolay,” I cried. “Please stop.”

He didn’t stop.

“You. Are. Ours. Understand?” he asked, alternating between each cheek with every word.

“Yes!” I shouted on a sob. “Yours. I’m yours. I’m all of yours.”

My back arched, trying to relieve the pain. “Please stop.”

He made an approving noise in the back of his throat and finally let up. He carried me up and placed me flat on my back on the table. I let out a hissed in pain when my abused flesh made contact with the hard surface.

He leaned down and kissed my lips.

“Come as many times as you need to, princess,” he said before pulling away. I didn’t understand what he meant, and it didn’t matter because Damien took his place, his pants unbuttoned and his cock out.

He stroked himself roughly three times, and I could only watch through wet eyes as he came in between my spread legs and drove viciously inside me.

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