Cara McKenna Willing Victim (pdf)

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Shut your mouth.
Laurel gulped for air, lightheaded and breathless, assaulted by a hundred
conflicting emotions. Her awareness flashed in and out of the scene, torn between red-
hot curiosity and icy fear. Part of her wanted to run for the door, but she remembered
everything she d been told at the fights, about how women came to Flynn specifically
for this treatment. There was consent, a core of respect buried inside the cruelty.
She watched Pam s arms jerk uselessly in Flynn s grip.
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Go on, he said. Struggle all you want. Just gets me hotter when you fight it.
With that, he let her hands go. He pulled out long enough to turn her roughly onto her
back before grabbing her wrists again, pinning them to the floor as he shoved his thighs
between hers. Even in the dim light, even with her black hair strung across her mouth
and her face set in a fearful grimace, Pam looked unmistakably aroused. Her eyes
blazed up at Flynn s as she flailed her legs, kneeing his ribs as he tried to get his cock
back inside her. Laurel felt her own arousal return threefold, felt the floor under her
spine and Flynn s weight against her pinned hips.
Hold still, bitch. He flinched as Pam spat at him and Laurel saw his eyes narrow
as though they were mere inches above hers. You ll fucking pay for that.
Pam gasped and jerked and Laurel imagined his penetration between her own legs,
mean and merciless.
Yeah, that s what you get. He found a rhythm, graceless now, working against
her thrashing body. Harder you struggle, the harder I fuck you, he warned. Open
your mouth.
She bucked and spat again.
Don t piss me off, Flynn said. He yanked at her wrist, making her back arch,
making Laurel s ache alongside it. Do what I say or I m gonna get mean.
She twisted under his hold and he yanked again and this time her body quieted.
Better, he said. Now open that mouth.
Both women parted their lips as Flynn lowered to kiss Pam, violent, hips still
pounding. For a moment Laurel could feel his firm, wet tongue taking her mouth, then
he jerked away with a gruff noise, released her wrist to touch his fingers to his mouth.
Fucking bitch.
Laurel watched Pam slap uselessly at his slick chest and stomach with her freed
hand as he wiped the blood from his bitten lip. Flynn squinted down at his victim, hips
going still, his face full of hatred so cold it made Laurel shiver from ten feet away.
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Without warning, he jammed his blood-streaked fingers into Pam s mouth before
moving the hand to her throat, pushing her head against the floor. Her assaulting hand
froze between them.
Laurel froze too, body so tight with arousal and adrenaline she felt faint. She tasted
copper in her mouth and her throat closed up.
Flynn s next words came slow and dark and dangerous. Now you re going to do
what I say. You understand?
Pam made a noise, strained but coherent enough to tell Laurel she could breathe
just fine, that Flynn wasn t actually choking her.
Right. Now you be a good girl and reach that hand down and touch yourself.
When she didn t respond he seemed to tighten his hold on her neck. Now.
She obeyed, snaking her hand between their bodies to finger her clit. Laurel ached
to do the same, her pussy begging for it. She held back, reminded herself of her role and
made her obedience into an unspoken order from Flynn.
Good. He moved his choking hand to the floor by Pam s shoulder. Now you
make yourself come, bitch. And I ll know if you re faking. You make that cunt clench
around my cock or I swear to God I ll make you regret it.
Words gave way to moans and grunts as both bodies turned frantic. Laurel smelled
the heady mix of sweat and sex and latex, felt the heat peeling off them against her own
dampening skin. Her eyes drank in every shape of Flynn s powerful body as it twitched
and tightened, his thrusts looking punishing, the brutality real. Her cunt was screaming
to experience him, throbbing deep and hot with curiosity.
Pam came apart. Her breathy grunts matched Flynn s harsh ones and her legs came
up, knees at his waist, inviting him deeper. He let her pinned hand go and she moved it [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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