Page 144 of Where Sinners Repent

Something other than need and pain shines in her eyes. Something that makes my teeth grind so that I don’t say anything fucking stupid.

Kai and I don’t get happily ever afters. We don’t love. But the way she is looking at me, with those fucking big eyes, makes my brain wander. Makes it think absurd thoughts, like maybe everything had to happen the way it did, so we were ready for her.

“Kaleb,” she groans. “It hurts so badly. My legs... fuck, right there.”

I can’t look away.

Every emotion plays on her face, unable to hide any of it in her state. One second, her brows draw, and her eyes squeeze shut, every pretty feature on her face pinching with pain. In a second, it changes. Her mouth parts, and her eyes flicker open, hazy with pleasure.

Back and forth.

Pain and pleasure. Pleasure and pain.

It’s fucking beautiful. The way she puts her trust in us. Us. If I told her the things these hands have done, I wonder if she’d still feel this way.

She doesn’t have a choice now.

“I’m gonna come, Kaleb,” she sobs to me, while Kai drives in and out of her brutally. “Holy fuck, fuck, fuck.”

My hand circles her throat, squeezing gently. The diamonds bite into my palm. It’s enough for her to squeal hoarsely, her body quivering and going taut.

Kai hisses, and I can only imagine the way she’s squeezing the life out of his cock.

He grunts and pulls himself out, just as I ease my grip from her throat. His cock sprays cum over his K, the white liquid mixing with red as it drips down her thighs.

She melts into the covers, blinking dozily at me.

My eyes stay on hers. Then I reach for the knife.

I hook the blade beneath the rope binding her wrists and slice through it. The sudden release makes her flinch hard, arms jerking to her chest.

Red marks circle her skin where she has tugged at the resistance. I trace them gently when my thumb.

But I’m an inpatient man when it comes to her. My hands settle around her waist, and I roll us in one quick motion. She gasps as my back hits the mattress and I guide her to straddle my face backwards, facing Kai.

Her ass in all its glory and the blood and cum-stained thighs right where I want it.

“Sit on my fucking face, Black Cat,” I demand, gripping her hips painfully.

She lowers down, her cunt settling over my mouth. My lips wrap around her clit, and she squeals, wriggling to move. But my grip doesn’t budge. Kai guides her with a hand around her neck, until her lips are nuzzling my aching cock. I drive my hips up, finding the wet, warm hole. She sucks around my cock, and I groan onto her pussy.

Kai must be pushing her head down, because suddenly she’s gagging and choking around it, hands uselessly pushing at my thighs.

My hands wrap around her waist, gripping her ass and spreading her cheeks so I can see all of her.

There is nothing slow about it.

I devour her like a man starved, high on everything she has to give me. The taste of blood and her sweet cunt as me dizzy.

Her trembling body on top of mine has my hips bucking into her mouth. The wet sounds of her trying to suck me, even though she’s choking around the meat, drives me to frantically suck at her.

I kiss her swollen clit before biting down on it, making her squeal around my cock. When I release it, I kiss it softly, chasing away the pain. My eyes flick to her bloody thighs. The blood is trying to congeal, trying to heal and close up.

Our hands and bodies will not fucking let it.

When we are done, I’ll clean and soothe her, but for now, the blood and pain are all I need.

Kai murmurs soft words to her that I don’t hear. My tongue laps at her entrance. She grinds her hips into me, chasing her pleasure like a queen on her throne. Because my face is more than willing to be her throne. Ready for her to sit any fucking time.