Naughty Confessions

Sloane

    I was supposed to be at the industrial docks by midnight. That was the command Kade had growled into my ear before they left me shivering in that alleyway two days ago. But as the clock on my mantle ticked past eleven, a reckless, suicidal streak of stubbornness ignited in my chest. I wasn't a piece of property to be summoned. If they wanted to ruin my life, I was going to make them work for every single inch of me.

I picked up my phone and dialed a number I hadn't called in six months. Leo. My ex was a spineless, pretty boy with a wandering eye, but tonight, he was exactly what I needed-a sacrificial lamb to hold up against the darkness of the men who had claimed me.

When Leo arrived, he was confused but eager. I didn't give him time to talk. I led him straight to my bedroom, the scent of expensive perfume and desperate rebellion thick in the air. I stripped him down, pushing him onto the mattress, and climbed on top of him. I needed to feel something other than the cold, predatory fear that had been my constant companion.

I was riding him, my head thrown back and my tits swaying in the dim lamplight, when the locks on my front door didn't just turn-they shattered.

I didn't stop. I increased the pace, my pussy slick and tight around Leo's cock, my eyes fixed on the bedroom door. I heard the heavy, rhythmic thuds of boots on the hardwood. Then, they were there.

Kade, Rexton, and Jett stood in the doorway, a wall of pure, unadulterated menace. Kade's scarred face was twisted into a mask of cold fury, his large hands clenching into white-knuckled fists. Rexton's eyes were like ice, calculating and lethal, while Jett leaned against the doorframe, a dark, dangerous smile playing on his lips as he watched me work.

"You're late, Sloane," Kade's voice was a low, vibrating rumble that made the windows rattle.

I looked over my shoulder, a triumphant, mocking smile on my face. "I found something better to do with my time," I taunted, grinding my ass down on Leo's lap. "He actually knows my name. He doesn't just treat me like a debt."

Leo's head was thrown back in bliss, his eyes closed, his hands gripping my hips. He was oblivious until Kade spoke. At the sound of the strange, gravelly voice, Leo's eyes snapped open. He looked up, his face draining of all color as he saw the three massive men silhouetted in the doorway.

"S-Sloane? Who the fuck are these guys?" Leo stammered, his body going rigid beneath me. He tried to pull me off, his hands shaking as he struggled to sit up. "Get off me, we need to-"

He didn't get to finish. Rexton moved with the speed of a striking cobra. He reached out, his hand wrapping around my arm and dragging me off Leo with such force that I tumbled onto the floor. Before Leo could even reach for his pants, Jett stepped forward. He pulled a suppressed pistol from the small of his back, the motion fluid and practiced.

Pfft.

A single, muffled pop echoed in the room. A neat, red hole appeared in the center of Leo's forehead. His eyes rolled back, and his body slumped against the headboard, his blood painting the white silk pillows a deep, visceral crimson.

I screamed, my hands flying to my mouth, but Kade was already on me. He grabbed my throat, his thumb pressing into my windpipe until my vision blurred.

"You thought you could defy us?" Kade hissed, his face inches from mine. "You thought you could bring a piece of trash into our bed and mock us?"

"He's dead," I gasped, my eyes darting to Leo's cooling corpse just a few feet away. "You killed him!"

"He was an ant, Sloane. And you're the one who stepped on him by inviting him here," Rexton said, his voice devoid of any emotion. He began to unbuckle his belt, the leather creaking in the sudden, heavy silence. "Now, you're going to learn what happens when you play games with men like us."

They didn't take me to another room. They wanted me to see the consequences of my stubbornness. Kade shoved me onto the floor at the foot of the bed, my knees digging into the rug. The scent of gunpowder and iron filled the air.

"Open that mouth for me, whore," Jett commanded, stepping in front of me. His cock was already out, a thick, angry pillar of muscle. He grabbed my hair, forcing my head back, and shoved himself past my lips. I gagged, my eyes watering as I felt the tip of him hitting the back of my throat. He began to fuck my mouth with a brutal, relentless pace.

While Jett used my throat, Rexton knelt behind me. He used his hands to spread my pussy lips, his fingers coated in the slickness Leo had left behind. "You're still wet for him," Rexton whispered, his voice dark with a possessive jealousy. "I'm going to scrub every trace of that dead man out of you."

He didn't use any finesse. He positioned himself and lunged forward, his entry a violent, heavy slide that made me scream into Jett's shaft. He buried his entire length inside me, his girth stretching my pussy walls to the absolute limit. Every thrust was a meaty thud that vibrated through my bones.

"Sloane... Sloane..." Rexton groaned my name, his hands gripping my waist so hard his fingers left deep, dark bruises. "You're ours. Do you understand? You're a filthy little slut who belongs to us."

The overstimulation was maddening. The cold floor beneath my knees, the dead eyes of my ex-lover watching from the bed, and the dual invasion of my body. Kade stood over us, his eyes dark with a cold, hard hunger. He reached down, his hand striking my ass in a sharp, stinging crack.

"Again," Kade ordered. Crack! He spanked me until my cheeks were a bright, burning red, the pain mixing with the heat of the sex.

Jett pulled out of my mouth, a thick string of saliva connecting us. "My turn to fill her," he panted.

He swapped places with Rexton, flipping me onto my back. He hiked my legs over his broad shoulders, exposing my pussy which was already red and swollen. He entered me with one bone-deep shove, his pace becoming a blur of motion. I could hear the wet, sloppy sounds of him moving inside me, the noise echoing in the quiet bedroom.

"I'm going to fucking cum," Jett announced, his voice a guttural, animalistic roar. He gave one final, lunging thrust, his body stiffening as he flooded my pussy with wave after wave of hot, thick seed. I felt the searing heat of his release expanding inside me, a deep, pulsing sensation that made my internal muscles clench around him in a violent, matching rhythm.

He didn't pull out. He stayed there, pinning me to the floor while Rexton stepped over my face. Rexton grabbed his shaft, stroking himself with a frantic, desperate energy.

"Look at me, Sloane," Rexton commanded. "Look at what you've done."

The first jet of his cum hit my cheek, hot and heavy. Then another splashed across my lips and nose, painting my face in the white heat of his release. I lay there, shivering, my legs finally going limp, my body a map of their combined lust.

Kade knelt beside me, his hand roaming over my belly. He reached down, his fingers diving into the mess between my legs, mixing their cum with the slickness on my skin. He looked at the bed, then back at me.

"You wanted to play with fire, Sloane," Kade whispered, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "Now you're going to spend the rest of the night burning."

"Please," I whimpered, my spirit finally breaking. "No more."

"We're just getting started," Kade said, his eyes glowing with a predatory light. "Rexton, get the camera. I want to make sure she never forgets the face she was making when we ruined her next to her dead ex boyfriend."