You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 149

A sudden, sharp sting tore me back into reality as his needle toy punctured my flesh. My eyes flew wide open, a muffled, guttural scream ripping through the gag.

"Shit!" I gasped through the scream in my head as my body convulsed. My back arched away from Marshall's chest, desperate for escape, but his grip caged me in place. Mayor's cruel hand dragged the spiked wheel downward until it scraped the curve of my ass.

Fucking Christ! Fire licked my throat as pain detonated. It stung. It seared. It fucking hurt!

The wet slide of blood traced down my skin before I felt it drip against the floor. Behind me, Mayor's laughter was a knife to my ears.

Having had his fill, Marshall pulled out with a guttural groan. My legs collapsed, boneless, thudding to the floor with a helpless whimper. They'd been locked around his waist too long, and now they felt like nothing but dead weight.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, mixing with sweat as the sting on my back throbbed deeper.

"Does this look familiar, Marshall?" Mayor's voice was almost gleeful as his fingers smeared along the bleeding lines he'd carved into me.

Marshall leaned over my shoulder to see, and when his eyes caught sight of the wounds, his laughter filled the room.. "You fucking pierced her."

"I fucking did."

A violent shudder ripped through me when I felt Mayor's tongue slide across my torn skin, lapping at the blood like it was wine. Revulsion twisted my stomach into knots. My throat spasmed, and bile clawed its way upward. If I hadn't forced it down, I would've vomited; and I knew that would only make things worse.

Marshall's hand clamped over my hip. He wiggled my ass, enjoying the tremor of my body, before his palm cracked down hard in a stinging slap. I cried out against the gag as his fingers slipped between my thighs, cruelly finding my clit where his cum still leaked out of me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, clawing for another mental escape. God, I'd give anything to vanish from this room, from these men. To breathe air that wasn't poisoned with them.

"Open your eyes, Rali." It was Mayor's voice. It sounded like he was in front of me.

My eyes opened and I had shuddered when I realized he'd taken Marshall's place. My legs were already wrenched around his waist, his body pressed against mine.

Fresh sobs pushed through my throat.

You know how there was always the greater devil? It was Mayor. If Marshall was cruel but controlled, Mayor was nothing but unchained violence. He didn't just take, he destroyed. He was rot with a smile. Of the two brothers, he was the one I'd run from first.

Instinct shoved me to peel my legs away from him. His laugh was mocking, before his fingers pinched my clit hard enough to steal my breath.

"Where could you possibly run to, Rali?" he murmured, sliding his hand up my spine. When it returned, his fingertips gleamed red with my blood. "Want to know what you taste like?"

Before I could recoil, his fingers shoved between my lips, causing the taste of blood to settle on my tongue. I tried to jerk away, but Marshall's hand gripped my head from behind, forcing me still.

Mayor smeared the rest of the blood across my cheek, his fingers dragging in sticky streaks before dipping low to press what remained against my clit. Then, with a brutal thrust, he pushed into me.

A guttural grunt tore from me, my head snapping back violently. He seized the opportunity to clamp his hand around my throat and choked until my eyes rolled back.

God.

I coughed hard when he finally released me. He was still buried inside, holding me there, not moving. His eyes burned as his rough hands traced my waist in mockery of tenderness.

"Tell me, Rali, what was your favorite position with the Torturer? Did you like it when he took you from behind? Did he use you like a slut… or pretend you were a princess? Though I doubt a man like Void could ever treat anyone like royalty."

"Don't be silly, Mayor. She can't remember a damn thing." Marshall's voice carried a thin edge of mockery.

"Ah, that's true." His gaze locked onto my tear-swollen eyes. "So you really don't remember anything at all? Not even the size of his cock? Or what his runtime was between the sheets?" He punctuated the words with a savage thrust that ripped a cry from my throat. Marshall laughed behind me.

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