Ronan pulls his cock out of her mouth with a pop. “Get on your hands and knees, Sweet Girl.”
To my utter shock, Stella does what he asks without putting up a fight. She looks so hot in that position, her massive tits dangling, her large heart-shaped ass in view, sporting black cotton panties.
Axel bends down. His nostrils flare, and his eyes are consumed with unrestricted passion. He looks like an animal. He tears her panties straight off her large, sexy ass. “You’ve got the fuckin’ hottest ass I’ve ever seen, Kitten.”
Axel raises his hand above his head and lowers it to Stella’s ass. It makes a loud smacking sound, causing her to scream and my cock twitch. But what fascinates me is she doesn’t move her ass away. Instead, she pushes back.
Axel doesn’t waste a moment; he slaps her again and again and again. “I love my handprint on your skin, Kitten. I want to mark you everywhere.”
Before Stella can say anything, Axel shoves his cock deep in her pussy. “So tight, Kitten. So fuckin’ tight. I always knew you’d be nice and wet for your big brother. You need to get in on this, Kian. You don’t know what you’re missing. Kitten here is a pretty whore, aren’t you, Kitten?”
Axel pulls her back flush to him and slaps her tits, turning them the perfect shade of red. A surge of envy rips through me because I’m the one who wants to mark her skin, to show her the genuine pleasure wrapped in pain she’ll receive at my hands.
My hands are on auto-pilot as I remove my thick leather belt from the loops of my pants and wrap it around my hand. Ronan is holding his dick, and as much as he doesn’t get his kicks from threatening girls, he secretly likes to watch degradation and pain. He’s a deranged fucker like the rest of us. He’s just better at hiding it.
Stella’s eyes widen as she watches me approach. Traces of fear linger in her eyes. She realizes I’m a monster. No point in hiding anything from her. She can see right through it. She isn’t safe with me because what I crave is dark and twisted, completely depraved and violent. “These pretty pink tits need a little more blush.”
I don’t wait for her to register the belt before I bring it down on her massive tits. Her head falls back, and a shrill scream escapes her lips. “I’m not a complete monster, Stella. Stop looking at me like that!” I yell as I hit her again. This time her scream is not as shrill. Defiance, once again. I’ll break her.
Axel glares at me—a warning shot. He might treat her like a whore, but he’ll take my head off if I go too far with her. Always gotta toe Daddy’s line, huh, your highness?
“Say “red” if you can’t take it, Stella, and I’ll make him stop,” Axel says through gritted teeth.
The forest echoes with the smack of leather on skin, over and over, but not once does Stella say “red.”
I shove my face in front of hers, locking her dark brown eyes with my forest green gaze. “Say it, Stella. Say ‘red.’”
She doesn’t back down, not even the tiniest flinch. “No.”
I raise my arm, belt in hand, ready to hit her again. “Say ‘red,’ Stella. Say it.”
“No. Give me more.”
I belt her again, and again, and again. My hand is becoming numb from the constriction of the belt, but Stella takes it all, shoulders pulled back, tits shoved directly in my face. “You’re gonna look so pretty wearing all the marks I’m going to give your body.”
Chapter Nine
STELLA
Ronan’s tongue is quick-witted and talented. The way he moves the tip around my clit sends my entire body into overdrive. I understand why he’s doing it, to help with the sting of the belt, but combined with the strikes Kian is giving me, it sets my entire body on fire. This isn’t simply sex. It’s a complete out-of-body experience.
The more I deny Kian, the harder he strikes. We’ve started a game, the two of us. It’s a struggle for dominance, him desperate to hold on to it and me desperate to take it. I’ve lived my whole life in chaos, not sure what’s going to happen, but for the first time, with these three men, my brain isn’t moving in circles and working all the angles.
Ronan laps at my folds and places an uncharacteristically gentle kiss on my clit. It’s almost loving in a fucked-up way. He rises and holds his dick, offering it to me. “Open up, Rabbit.”
He moves into my mouth, his technique far gentler than Axel's. He isn’t interested in showing dominance. It’s as if he knows he’s in control, a puppet master. Unlike Axel and Kian, Ronan isn’t frantic in his command; he’s precise and reassuring.