“You belong to us.”
His voice is heady, dark.
Just like his soul.
Pure depravity seeping into my veins, consuming me whole.
He stares into my eyes, the obsessive greed flowing through me unrecognizable. I want this man more than I need oxygen to breathe.
But I wasn’t prepared for wanting them as well.
Dylan Caruso and Alistair King, friends of Felix Rivera … the guy whose fingers are coiled around my neck right now.
His thumb pushes my lips apart, and he slides his fingers inside, across my tongue, swiveling back and forth as his two friends double-team my holes until my eyes roll into the back of my head.
Moans fill the room, a mixture of all four of us.
Coiled. Twisted.
Nasty.
Delicious.
I can’t get enough, even when it stings and hurts like hell.
Felix leans in, his fingers still deep inside my mouth. “Now say it,” Felix whispers. “Say you’re our whore.”
Not even a second passes before I speak the words I thought I’d never say out loud. “I’m your whore.”
Felix’s sinister laugh fills this grimy bathroom.
At first I hated it, but now? Now I want to laugh with him.
I didn’t believe him when he said he would taint me.
I was wrong.
So wrong.
I never begged anyone to take me before.
Until I met them.
These dangerous boys of the Skull & Serpent Society slithered into my life, injecting their toxic venom straight into my blood.
And I let them.
Willingly.
Knowing I would spiral.
Until nothing was left but corruption.
