Page 12 of Love Corrupted
“Patience, Katie-Kat,” I called over my shoulder.
“Are we ready?” Declan asked, strolling into the room with a dinner roll still hanging from his mouth.
“It looks like I should be asking you that.”
He flipped me off and went to stand in front of the chair, giving Katie nothing but a passing glance.
“Hey, Roy. How ya feeling today?” Grabbing the top of the chair, he turned it around so Katie could see my old landscaper, the man responsible for letting Ginger go and trying to take her away from me.
“Remember him?” I asked her, walking back to where she was restrained. She looked at me warily, saying nothing. I could see it in her eyes that she knew what was coming. At least, she knew part of what was coming.
“You don’t have to do this.” She finally spoke, pleading for his worthless life anyway.
“But I do. See, he touched something that didn’t belong to him. Even worse—he touched something that belonged to me.”
“I don’t belong to you,” she spat at me, defiance screwing up her pert nose.
With a sigh, I grabbed hold of her face, squeezing until her cheeks puffed up and her supple pink lips parted.
“This is the problem, Katie. You’re backtracking, just when you had started to show so much promise. You belong to me just as much as I belong to you.” I rubbed my nose along her jaw, inhaling her lavender scent.
“You can start,” I directed to my cousin, moving so I was behind Katie, giving her a clear view of what was happening.
Declan quickly pulled his shirt off. Having done this many times for my father, he seemed almost bored about what he had to do.
“Mason, don’t! I’ll take your…deal.”
“Proposition,” I corrected. “And I know you will. I was only pretending to give you a choice.”
My hands found their way beneath her dress to cup her ass and her whole body tensed. My dick strained in my slacks, stiffening at her helplessness.
Declan now had his favorite tool of choice, a blue hoof-pick that used to belong to his mother.
“Ready?” he double-checked.
“Are you ready?” I murmured in Katie’s ear. She choked out a no.
“We’re ready,” I confirmed, sliding a hand around Katie’s waist to feel her pussy.
“You shaved for me, Katie-Kat,” I marveled, tracing her smooth lips with my index finger. I thought she might have at dinner, but I wasn’t entirely sure.
Roy’s pained scream made her jolt against me. Her ass pushed into my erection and she pulled against her restraints. A small whimper, almost inaudible thanks to the pathetic man having his face gouged open, slipped from her mouth.
Declan was wiggling the hoof-pick back and forth on Roy’s left cheek.
His face was set in a determined scowl as he attempted to push it all the way in.
If Katie wasn’t there, I’d have been helping him. I grabbed her face and forced her head to turn to the side, crushing my mouth to hers.
She refused to open for me so I bit down on her silky lips and pushed two fingers into her cunt. Roy’s shrill screams became the soundtrack to my assault.
All I focused on was the metallic taste of her blood filling my mouth and the way her pussy was gripping my fingers, not letting go.
“Isn’t itinsanehow wet you are for me right now?” I pulled my face back to watch the tears leak down her cheeks and lick the red tinge from her lips. So afraid of the truth, she was willing to suffer for a lie.
“Got it!” Declan whooped, finally tearing a hole in Roy’s cheek.
I glanced over in time to see crimson spraying out the side of the man’s face. His screams made my last bit of self-control dissolve.
