Page 97 of Heartless Heathens

And that was the problem really.

Neither of them knew how to love, or what love was. So they both confused it for hate.

Her breathing turned shallow while I continued to toy with her, lifting her dress up to fully expose her to him. Her eyes were glued to him, and his gaze was nearly predatory, honed in on her as he held himself back with more restraint than I’d ever seen. I sunk two fingers deep inside her, feeling her pillowy walls clenching around my fingers and she let out a whimper.

She bit her lip.

It wasn’t intended to be seductive but with her legs splayed open and her cunt dripping onto my sheets there was no other way around it.

“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to help?” I asked in the most antagonizing way possible, and he huffed a response that sounded more like a growl than anything else.

“You’re fucking doing it wrong,” he said stepping into the room, scowl carved deeper than ever. “Flip over Romina,” he commanded but her eyes narrowed and she used her forearms to peddle back on the bed, closer to the headboard and away from him.

“You afraid you’re gonna like it more when you hate me?” he said with a sneer, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Maybe I won’t like it at all.” She raised her eyebrows in challenge.

Sonny was right.

She was getting brave.

The timid girl we’d found was slowly turning into a firecracker, exploding at every chance she could to remind us that she was not something to be disregarded so easily.

“Oh I doubt that very much, Romina.” He narrowed his eyes at her, ignoring her combative tone. “Now flip.” His voice darkened and she turned onto her stomach, hugging the pillow into her chest.

“Ah!” She cried out when Sonny plunged three fingers into her with no warning, making an inward and downward motion all at once.

“Do you like that, Mina?” I asked her, but she buried her face into the pillow, as if responding was somehow too much.

“Answer him.” Sonny pulled his fingers out and ran them over her clit, forcing her hips to move involuntarily.

“Yes!” she cried out, like she was more than used to Sonny’s demands.

He shoved his fingers in again, emphasizing the downward motion and using his palm against her clit. A sharp squeal fought its way out of her throat, and she clenched her fists tightly against the bedsheets, her face still pressed firmly into the pillow.

“Should I put a fourth finger in?”

“Yeah.” I smirked.

“No,” she muffled out like a moan shaking her head into the pillow.

He did it anyway.

“Stop! Please!” she cried, bucking her hips against his fingers while he plunged them inside her mercilessly.

He didn’t stop. Instead he went faster, harder than before.

“Hey…” I grabbed his arm, “She’s telling you to stop.” I tried to pull him off but he pushed me away.

“She’s got a safeword.” He frowned at me. “Stop ain’t it.”

I crossed my arms and stepped back, watching her come undone on his fingers while her mouth betrayed her body.

He leaned forward to whisper something in her ear and she shook her head from side to side. He picked up the pace, four fingers inside her, his thumb circling her clit while the other hand held her hip against him. Pulling her lower half off the bed and straddling her over his thigh he ground her against his hard-on, glazing his pants with her arousal.

“Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!” she cried out.

Her body trembled from waves of pleasure shattering over her.