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CHAPTER FOUR
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“Blah, blah, blah. Get on with it, pretty boy. We don’t have all night,” one of the men complains.
I can’t help but let out a soft moan when he pulls back and thrusts into me again. He grabs hold of my hips and starts to slam into me harder and harder, the sounds of flesh on flesh echoing throughout the room.
“Atta boy! How’s that sweet ass pussy feel?” Buck asks.
Ryan doesn’t answer, but I can hear his soft moans getting louder as he fucks me relentlessly.
The worst part about all of this is the fact that it actually feels incredible. It’s like my body is betraying me right now, chasing the forbidden orgasm that’s building quickly inside me again.
“I believe I asked you a fucking question,” Buck growls.
“So…f-fucking g-good…” Ryan quietly groans, sliding his hands up under my shirt, gripping my breasts.
I know he’s just trying to keep them content, but I also can’t ignore how intimate this feels. Almost as if it’s no longer forced. He’s making me feel wanted—desired even.
“Tell her how good that pussy feels,” one of the men says.
Ryan ignores him and continues to fuck me. Just when I’m about to come, he pulls out and slaps his cock against my clit a few times before slowly slipping back inside me.
“I’m gonna’ fucking come…” The mortification in Ryan’s voice is clear as day.
“Make her swallow it,” Buck demands.
“Fuck you,” Ryan protests as he slows his thrusts.
“I said, make her fucking swallow it, pretty boy.”
Ryan pulls out and I spin around, dropping to my knees in front of him. I’m almost shocked by how big his cock is.
Opening my mouth, I lean forward and he pushes it into my mouth slowly, tossing his head back so he doesn’t have to look at me while he comes down my throat.
“There! That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Buck laughs.
Suddenly, I feel like I’m going to throw up.
“Swallow it princess,” the man covered in blood groans.
As soon as Ryan pulls out, I stand up and lean toward the man, spitting Ryan’s come all over his face. “Oops…” I chuckle, knowing damn well that may have just cost me my life.
Instead of getting mad, Buck bursts out laughing. “Damn, son. She got you good.”
“You rotten fucking bitch.” The man reaches out to slap me, but Ryan blocks his hand, grabs his wrist and twists it so hard that I hear it crack.
Tears form in the man’s eyes instantly as the pain shoots through him.
“Leave them be, Tristan,” Buck demands. “Now that we’re all really familiar with each other, how about we play a little game?”
“Fuck that. You’ve had your fun. Don’t you have better things to do?” Ryan angrily hisses.
“No, we let you have fun. Now it’s our turn.”
Ryan and I both shake our heads. “Please, don’t fucking do this…” I plead.
Buck motions for Tristan and the other guy to stand against the wall. He then looks directly at me. “Pick a number between one and four…”
“Why?” I ask, my voice cracking.
“Just pick a god-damn number!” he hollers in response.
“Two…” I whimper.
“Well, that’s too bad. I was hoping that you’d pick three. Looks like Tristan will get his turn before I do.”
As soon as the words leave his mouth, I grab hold of Ryan and bury my face in his chest. He wraps his arms around me and starts to back up, but Buck lunges forward and snatches my ponytail in his hand, pulling so hard that I’m ripped away from Ryan’s embrace.
“Rules are rules, sweetheart,” he growls into my ear, making the nausea return with vengeance.
He walks me over to Tristan, shoving me into him. When Tristan’s hands start to wander up under my shirt, I freeze. This is a fucking nightmare. In some way, I’m actually hoping that I wake up and realize that it’s not real.
“She’s real soft, Buck.” Tristan groans as he wraps his other arm around my back and pulls me closer to him. Tears fall from my eyes as he pinches my nipple between his fingers.
“Such a pretty little thing…” The man standing beside Tristan moans, watching us with a creepy smile on his face.
“That’s enough!” Ryan hollers, making me flinch.
“It’ll be enough when I say it’s enough, pretty boy. You’re lucky that I’m letting you watch,” Buck warns.
Tristan lets go of my nipple and aggressively pulls up on the bottom of my shirt, lifting it up and over my head with a grunt. Before I can even react, his mouth hovers over mine and his hands grip both of my breasts so hard that I let out a loud cry.
“Don’t get carried away this time, Tristan,” Buck cautions. “I haven’t had my turn yet.”
“Yeah, Tristan. You killed the last one before we could even fuck her,” the other guy says.
“That wasn’t my fault. She threw a fit.”
“Sure she did…” Buck taunts. “Keep it together, man.”
“Fine. I’ll go easy on her,” Tristan sighs, moving his hands down to the top of his jeans. When he starts to remove his belt, I step back and close my tear filled eyes.
“On your knees, sweetness…” he demands, reaching out to rub his sandpaper thumb along my lower lip.
“Why are you doing this?” I hear Ryan mumble behind me.
“Why not?” Buck laughs, followed by the laughter of the other two men.
“Knees…now!” Tristan yells, startling me.
I know I don’t have a choice. I also know that this might be the only chance I get to escape this fucking hell. Lowering myself to my knees, I look up at Tristan and mentally plan my next move.
He pulls his cock out of his boxers and steps toward me as I open my mouth. Once the tip of his cock is resting against my tongue, I close my lips around him and suck as hard as I possibly can, warranting him to pull out with a loud growl.
“Fuuckkk, take it easy girl…” he grumbles, jerking his cock a few times before slapping it against my cheek with force.
As soon as he pushes it back into my mouth, I graze my teeth against his length, giving him a taste of what’s to come next, if I can pull it off without vomiting.
“That’s it…nice and?—”
I bite down, turning his pleasure into complete agony as he tries to pull out. The more he pulls, the deeper my teeth sink into his cock, forcing him to cry out helplessly.
Before I know it, Buck is pulling me away from him, and that’s when Ryan jumps in, tackling Buck from behind. Somehow, he manages to spin him around, smashing him face first into the antique stove not once, but three times until blood starts spurting out from his nose.
“Motherfucker!” Buck cries out, trying to reach behind him to grab Ryan.
Tristan falls to his knees, blood spurting from his cock into a pool below him. I look over at the only man left standing and he shakes his head, putting his hands up in the air as if he’s surrendering.
“Shoot them, Kyle!” Buck manages to holler before Ryan slams his head into the stove once more, rendering him unconscious finally.
It’s then that I see Buck’s knife lying on the floor beside the stove, so I carefully step over the pool of Tristan’s blood and grab it holding the tip of the blade pointed in Kyle’s direction.
“Don’t fucking move an inch!” I holler out, my voice cracking from the dryness in my throat as I step closer to where he’s standing, his hands still held up.
I step over to the rifle that’s resting on the floor between us, dropping the knife to the floor so I can pick the gun up. Within seconds, I have the gun pointed straight at Kyle.
For a second, I consider shooting him. The only reason I don’t is the fact that I’ve never shot a rifle before.
“Lyla, we have to get out of here!”
With the gun still pointed at Kyle, I turn around to look in Ryan’s direction, my eyes dropping to where Buck is lying on the floor in a large pool of blood. I’m pretty sure he’s dead, but at this moment, I don’t care to wait and find out.
Ryan’s right; we have to get out of here.