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Back Losers: Part I Save as PDF
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  2. Content Note
  3. A Note From The Author
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  56. Acknowledgements
  57. Also By Harley Laroux
  58. About The Author

I shook my head. Slowly, regretfully. But I couldn’t do it. I wouldn’t be able to keep quiet. I was too overwhelmed, too on edge. I needed to scream, and inevitably, I’d fail and disobey if he ordered me to be quiet.

“No? At least you’re honest.” Nevertheless, he grasped the candle and eased it from my teeth.

“I won’t…won’t be able to…to keep quiet,” I managed to get out. My skin felt so hot, and I was vibrating with energy. “I can’t do it, Vincent, please…”

“Please? Please what?”

I wiggled on the hood. “Please fuck me. Please. I’ll try to be quiet. I really will try.”

“You’ll try.” He held the candle over me, moving it slowly, keeping it tipped so drips of wax spattered across my thighs. I bit my lip, but I couldn’t hold back the whimpers. “Noisy little thing, aren’t you? Never could shut the fuck up. Next time, I’ll get one of the boys to keep your mouth occupied. But lucky for you,I like the way you scream.”

He pulled open his belt, unbuttoning his jeans to set his cock free. He spat in his hand and stroked it along his shaft, before nudging his swollen head against me. I tried to press onto him, desperate to feel him, but he shook his head at me and tapped the wand against my clit again — and again — both shocks tearing ragged screams out of me. As I screamed, his cock jerked, and he grabbed one of my legs and pushed it up, spreading me open for him.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, looking down at me as I panted for breath.

With a soft groan, he thrust inside me. He didn’t start out slow, he didn’t take his time. He fucked me hard and fast, pounding into me with a brutality that was a punishment all on its own.

“Filthy little slut,” he hissed and then tapped the wand on my side. “Shit, you clench so tight every time I shock you. It feels so fucking good.” He shuddered along with me as he shocked me again, humming with pleasure as if my screams were music to his ears. “Scream all you want. No one can hear you out here.”

Why had I ever thought that Vincent would be the nice one out of the four? He was relishing every cry, his eyes wide with excitement, groaning with pleasure every time I tensed from the shocking pain. God, and he felt so good. The angle of his cock pounding into me hit that sweet spot that had my toes curling.