Adriano grunts into my mouth, his hips rolling onto mine. If it’s like this, it won’t be too bad. But then his hand locks around my throat, holding my skull like I’m a bobblehead doll. He tears his mouth away from mine. “Little whore.”

I cry out and he squeezes tighter. “Say you want me.”

“I want you,” I gasp, unsure if it’s true or not. Heat pulses between my legs and I try not to think about his long, tattooed cock.

His teeth lock around my earlobe. “You fingered yourself?”

“Not… not on the inside.”

“But you’ve been licked by Doc and Basher. And Doc shoved his knife in you.”

“Just a bit of the handle. Please don’t do the same?”

He slaps me, and the side of my face goes white hot. I cry out and he squeezes my throat harder. “Lie still or I’ll kill you.”

I lie like a board as Adriano reaches to one side and pulls out a length of black cord. He binds me to his headboard, like I’m a dead deer he’s strapping to his car.

“Keep your fucking mouth shut.” He moves down my body and parts my folds with a thick finger. I wait for more, but he just stares into my pussy. Do I look disgusting? Disfigured? But there’s a stillness in Adriano’s scarred face, a pleasure I didn’t expect to see. He catches me looking at him and slaps my clit. “You’re soaked. Doc told me you liked dick, but who fuckin’ knew?”

I whimper, unsure of what to say. My wrists already hurt from how tightly he’s bound me. He rubs a rough, tattooed thumb through my lips and my pussy flutters. I wait for him to force himself inside me, but instead his shaggy head lowers and his tongue laves my clit. It’s softer than any part of him should be. He sucks and the whole world tilts again, this time in a way that has nothing to do with alcohol. “Oh my God!”

He looks up at me from between my thighs. “Quiet.”

He returns his mouth to me, and as his tongue rolls through my aching pussy, I bite the inside of my cheeks to keep from screaming. Adriano is the third man to do this to me. They’ve all been so different. Bobby was precise. Doc was lazy and practiced, but Adriano laps at me like a bear at a river. Like it’s a primal act. I was going to pretend I liked whatever he did to me, but I don’t have to pretend to like this.

He growls as he licks, slow and steady. He likes it too. His beard tickles my thighs and I arch against him, my toes curling. “Adriano…”

He pulls away, swiping his hand over his mouth and I scream like a little brat.

I brace for a slap, but he lets out a rumbling laugh and fists his tattooed cock. I can’t imagine how much it would hurt to get tattoos on that part of your body. The only purpose must be scaring the women he sleeps with. So, they know how much pain he can withstand. He kneels above me pumping. My pussy tightens, hot with displeasure. It wants Adriano’s mouth again.