Dancing with the Devil (Ravens Ruin MC 3)

“Jesus fuck,” I pant.

“That’s a little too hard,” Kaci whimpers, and I realize she’s trying to get away from me.

“Shit.” She’s pulling off my cock and rubbing her hips where I held her in a death grip. “Is it going to bruise?”

“Probably,” she whispers with a devilish grin.Chapter 35Kaci

“Where are we going?” I ask after TJ tucks his half-hard cock back in his jeans and clasps my hand. I don’t bother to pull away, but I’m not very keen on leaving this room right now either. “I need to clean up.”

“You’re exactly how I need you to be.”

He must sense I’m going to resist because he drops my hand and wraps his arm around my waist.

“TJ.”

He ignores me as we make our way down the hall. Music blares loud and heavy from the front room, and my heart speeds up to match the pounding tempo. “Your cum is dripping down my thighs.”

“Knowing that is why my cock hasn’t bothered to deflate,” he confesses against my temple.

I stiffen, every muscle in my body growing rigid when we round the corner of the hallway and the vast living area comes into view. It isn’t the men and women all over the place or the fact that my pussy is bare for all to see that causes me to tense. The cum dripping from my thoroughly used pussy is now an afterthought. The familiar cage situated as if on display in the middle of the room is what makes my blood run cold.

“Play nice, Kitten,” TJ soothes in a teasing voice as I scramble to get away from him.

“I’ll scratch your fucking eyes out,” I threaten as he all but carries me to the front of the cage.

“And I’ll only make love to you from now on.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Once a week,” he continues, “on Sunday afternoon, nice and slow.”

His threat is more detrimental than whatever he has planned tonight.

Yells, whistles, and catcalls fill the room when people notice us walking in. Everyone seems to be entertained by our entrance. Well, all but Legs. Kai warned me away from her, telling me she was TJ’s last plaything and not very happy to have been tossed aside.

I don’t have the ability to worry about a catty female right now, however. Even over the raucous noise everyone is making, I can still hear the squeak of the hinges on the cage when TJ throws open the door.

I growl at his threat, but let him maneuver me inside, grateful for the pillow now in the bottom of the cage. Once inside, I take a moment to look around. Men, most wearing leather vests, crowd closer, praising TJ for possessing such a lovely pet.

Suddenly, I’m glad I’m in the cage rather than out in the open and easily accessible to all of these men. TJ has sworn that the men here would never hurt me or take me against my will. Xena professed the same thing, but their words give me no assurances right now.

“Go back to your whores,” TJ says with humor in his voice.

Thankfully, the men listen, sitting in various locations around the room. Several women I met earlier and some I haven’t been introduced to yet take up residence on their laps or at their feet. It doesn’t take long before slurping and moaning filters through the room. Some of the guys are getting sucked off and are still holding conversations with the men beside them. It’s like a free-for-all orgy around here, and by the looks of it, this happens all the time.

The one woman who makes my skin crawl pops up from the sofa and prowls toward TJ. He hasn’t taken a step away from the cage, but there’s no telling what he’s going to force me to watch him do. My throat nearly seals shut, a lump forming so thick that I can’t seem to swallow it away.

“I hope she likes the taste of my pussy,” I mutter as I turn my head and refuse to look at them.

I know what Legs is feeling. I’m desperate for the attention he shows me, and I can’t imagine the lengths I’d go to if I were in danger of being discarded.

“I’d love to taste your pussy.”

Unable to watch what is about to unfold with Legs and TJ, I turn my head toward Xena as she crouches down to look at me. I smile at her, loving her inability to keep her thoughts to herself. She’s flirted with me more than once but has never made a move to take what she desires.

Xena pushes a shot of golden liquor through the grid to me, and I smile wide before lifting it to my mouth.

“Go ahead,” I taunt her. “But I have to warn you, it’s filled with TJ’s cum right now.”

I don’t bother to look up and get permission, because even though I’m in a fucking cage in the center of the Ravens Ruin clubhouse, I’m not his pet.