3. Pandora #2
“Stop,” I say furiously, just to see if they will. With Asch keeping my mouth open, it comes out garbled and pathetic.
Blaze laughs again. “ Stop ,” he mocks.
“Shh,” Asch chides me. “It’ll be good.” He threads his fingers through my hair again. Even though his touch is gentle as he guides my head toward Blaze’s cock, it’s firm, too. “Both of you, play nice.”
He doesn’t know that this is me playing nice.
“Open wide, sweetheart,” Blaze says, grabbing my chin and rubbing his cock against my lips.
I loosen my jaw and throat. I wait until he has the tip of his cock inside before I close my mouth enough to let my teeth scrape against the sensitive skin.
Blaze hisses. “Watch it, Pandora! Keep those teeth out of the way or I’ll have Asch knock them out.”
I’d answer, but I kind of have my mouth full.
“It would be such a shame,” Asch murmurs. “You have a beautiful smile, Pandora.”
I make a noise that could be acquiescing. Or maybe it resembles panic? Either way, Blaze gets his cock as far into my mouth as he can, Asch holding my head in place so I can’t escape. I breathe as best I can, but I can already feel saliva sliding out the sides of my mouth.
“Fuck, her mouth is so hot,” Blaze murmurs as he begins thrusting. “She’s definitely made for this.”
I do my best to not suck or lick, and let Blaze have complete control of this. My cunt throbs, and I start sliding my hand toward it before I remember I’m pretending to be mad. I clench my fists and squeeze my eyes shut.
I’ve always liked violence.
It’s the hint of pain that only makes the pleasure sweeter. The sensation of falling and pure, unadulterated freedom .
The loss of control.
I don’t have memories of it, but Papa has told me about how he violently murdered the people who kidnapped me when I was a baby. How he eviscerated somebody for threatening me.
If those were the first things I experienced at barely a month old, is it a wonder that I’m fascinated by blood and violence?
“There you go,” Asch murmurs. He drops down to his knees next to me, then pets my hair. “This isn’t so bad, is it? We could’ve had so much fun last night. I know how to use my mouth, too.”
Do men like this reciprocate? That would be a first. I usually have to tie them down and sit on their faces, and give exact instructions, before they figure out where I want their mouths.
My eyes flicker up to Blaze again. His hair is disheveled now, and he’s no longer the picture of a rich, stuck-up brat. His skin has a slight red hue, and a few drops of sweat trail down his forehead.
He’s so much hotter like this.
Blaze’s eyes flutter open, and he looks down at me. He frowns for a second, before he thrusts even harder.
I draw my tongue along his shaft, pressing against the thick vein.
Blaze gasps and slams his hip forward, his eyes widening and mouth parting with his orgasm. I taste his cum flood onto my tongue, and I hold it there, filling my mouth.
When Blaze withdraws, I cough and let the cum drip down my chin.
Asch is there to wipe some of it away with his finger, urging it back to my lips. “Let’s not make a mess,” he murmurs, his voice sounding rougher than it had before. He leans in close, and for a second…
For a second, I think he’s going to kiss me.
“Lick your lips, sweetheart,” Blaze says, interrupting the moment.
I glare at him, and very pointedly lick my lips and swallow. “Hope you’re happy,” I hiss at him .
Blaze smirks at me. “You’re going to regret not playing nice with Asch yesterday.” He leans forward to pet my chin. “Better practice your blowjob skills, Pandora. Asch and I will get a lot of use out of you.”
Now that’s interesting.
I glance at Asch, and the red line on his shirt from my cut. Is that why Blaze went so hard on me?
They’re very close.
Anger flares up inside me again. Is Asch Blaze’s Rachel?
Maybe I need to do worse to Asch.
Asch finally releases me, sitting back on his heels. His eyes are dark, filled with a need of his own, and I wonder if he’s going to let Blaze have all the fun or if he’s going to try to get me back for cutting him.
“You want a turn?” Blaze asks. “Her mouth is pretty hot.”
Asch hesitates, then shakes his head. “Not this time.” He smiles at me, that almost boyish smile he’d given me the night before. “There will be a next time, though. She can blow me while you fuck her senseless.”
Looks like I was right about how much they reciprocate.
Men .
“You’re the ones who will regret this,” I tell them both, wiping at my eyes like I’m brushing away tears.
Blaze laughs and backs away. “I don’t think I will. Come on, Asch, let’s get out of here. Pandora can find her own way back.”
Asch brushes his lips against my forehead then gets up. “See you soon,” he promises.
I wait for them to walk out of sight, then I lay back on the floor. It takes all my willpower not to burst out laughing.
Shit.
Oh no.
I can’t believe I actually had fun with Blaze Bouchard.
I thought he was just another entitled crime heir I’ve met countless times in my life, but there’s definitely something lurking behind those eyes, something familiar and dark.
I lick my lips, chasing the taste of Blaze’s cock.
Once I’ve caught my breath, I get up and search for my discarded knife. I test the sharp edge against the pad of my thumb, cutting enough to make a small bead of blood well up.
I’m here for a reason. My focus should be on finding Rachel’s killer.
Blaze Bouchard won’t win me over with these petty games.
I know his family has something to do with Rachel’s murder.
But if I get a bit of violent sex out of it in the process?
That won’t be the worst thing I’ve done for the sake of my goals.