Page 35 of Merciless Angel
The pain above my hip was sharp and shocking. I let out a screech that had someone slapping a hand over my mouth. Daire dragged the knife over my skin, etching something into my flesh. Even though it was over quickly, the pain remained.
Just when I thought maybe they would release me, Cash took Daire’s place. I felt his bigger frame against me. He held me more gently than the other two had. One arm went around my waist. He caressed my hair, pressing his lips to mine. Cash’s kiss had a tenderness to it that I hadn’t expected.
When his thick cock slipped into my soaked pussy, I found myself hungry for him. With what little strength I had left, I lifted my legs from the floor and wrapped them around his waist.
“I knew you would love being our toy,” Cash said, a hand wrapping around my throat. “I’m going to make you come so hard. I want to feel it all over my cock.”
Cash roughly thrust into me. The sound of our bodies slapping together was loud in my ears. Someone stepped up behind me, threading a hand into my hair. My head was jerked back as the knife pressed against the side of my neck. Daire.
“You belong to us,” he hissed. “Let me hear you say it.”
“I belong to you,” I said, afraid of what he’d do if I didn’t. “All of you.”
“You’re our dirty little slut. Our good girl who will do anything we want. Say it.”
“I’m your good girl who will do anything you want.” My lungs heaved as Cash moved faster inside me.
Daire patted my face, removing the knife from my neck. “Damn right you will. Now come all over Cash’s cock.”
Something about Daire’s command sent me over the edge. Climactic sensations built fast, dropping me into pleasurable oblivion. My pussy spasmed around Cash’s cock. I made a sound that I didn’t recognize as me.
Cash’s hands tightened painfully on my hips as he slammed into me. With a low, guttural growl, he filled me with his cum. When he finally lowered me to the ground and released my hands from the shackles, I almost collapsed. The blindfold was removed before Cash carried me over to the couch.
He laid me on a blanket and poured me a fresh glass of champagne. It wasn’t nearly hard enough for me to process what had just happened. I extended a hand for the rum bottle Blaze now held. He handed it over with a shrug.
“I’d say you’ve earned anything you want, Rainbow. You did good.”
Daire tugged his pants back on, drawing my gaze to the justice scales tattooed on his lower abdomen. He really believed in this vigilante shit. Damn.
After chugging back enough rum to make my throat burn and my stomach rebel, I glanced down at my sore hip. Son of a bitch.
Etched in my skin was a bloody mark in the shape of an A. Daire had cut me, marking me as theirs. They really had no intention of letting me get away.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CLOVER
Despite tying me up, gagging, and blindfolding me, the Angels ended the night by feeding me and cleansing the knife wound on my hip.
“We don’t need this getting infected,” Blaze said while dabbing the carved A in my flesh with some rubbing alcohol.
I sucked in a hiss of breath at the pain. I tended to scar easily. That thing would be with me forever. Munching a slice of Hawaiian pizza, I studied the cut. It was a few inches tall at least. Not huge but far from tiny.
“Don’t even think about covering it up or tattooing over it,” Daire warned. “Or next time it will be a brand right between your tits.”
“Of course it will,” I muttered, shooting him a glare. I wasn’t a fan of pain. That’s why I had only one tattoo. A small rainbow butterfly on my ankle.
Daire merely smirked in my direction, unfazed by my irritation. Once Blaze gave me a t-shirt and some shorts to wear home, he drove me back to my dorm residence.
Glancing at the upper floors, he asked, “Should I come up?”
“No, it’s cool. I’ll be fine. I can handle taking a shower and putting myself to bed.” I started to get out of the Camaro.
Blaze stopped me with a hand on my arm. “You’re ours now, Rainbow. You should be staying with us.”
Nothing about that sounded like a good idea. The thought of being trapped in their house always under their surveillance made me sick.
“Yeah, maybe. Can we talk about this another time? I’m so tired, I can barely keep my eyes open.” I forced a yawn, hoping he’d drop the topic and call it a night.