Page 82 of River of Deceit

I get on my knees next to them and pull Pandora’s hoodie and t-shirt off her. She cries out, but she doesn’t try to stop me either.

Of course she doesn’t. She’s getting off on all this. Rage and bitterness fill me, even as my cock throbs at the sight of her in her lacy black bra.

That’s not exactly outdoorsy underwear.

“Had a hot date planned tonight?” Blaze asks, running his thumb over her nipple through the bra.

“Not with you,” Pandora says, baring her teeth. “Now getoff me!” She shoves Blaze’s chest, but she doesn’t push him anywhere near as hard as I know she can.

She doesn’t attempt to knee him in the groin either, even though she’d used a dirty tactic like that on me earlier.

The fact that she’s willing to let him manhandle her, but she’d fought me off so hard, has me seeing red. “Roll her over,” I demand. “She wanted to be out here and get caught, well.” I flash her a feral smile. “Let’s show her what happens to bad girls who get caught.”

“No!” Pandora cries out, but I hear the amusement in her voice.

Blaze laughs and does as I suggested. “Not a bad idea, River. You want her mouth while I take her cunt?”

“It’s the only tight part of her,” I tell him. “Even her ass is probably loose.” I stare down at her, then quickly unfasten my pants so I can push them down. “You’re gonna be into this, aren’t you? I bet you’re dripping wet right now.”

Forme, not for Blaze, even though he’s the one who will get to feel it.

That’s fine. I get to fuck her pretty face instead.

“Fuck off!” Pandora struggles harder, trying to scramble away from Blaze.

He grabs her by the hips and pulls her back, but she elbows him hard this time. He huffs in pain and releases her, and Pandora crawls forward a few inches, reaching for her hoodie.

I grab her by the hair, twisting the strands until she cries out. “I don’t fucking think so,” I growl. “See how wet she is, Blaze. Let’s see how much she’s getting off on being held down and fucked.”

Blaze sneers down at her. “She hasn’t learned her place yet.” He goes for her jeans. There’s a strange pause where he fumbles with her pocket, and I catch Pandora rolling her eyes. Whatever Blaze is looking for, it’s not there, and he goes back to pulling her jeans down over her ass. He gives it a quick slap, and the sound echoes into the woods around us.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Bouchard,” Pandora snarls.

Blaze bursts out laughing and looks at me. “She thinks she can order us around? Here?”

I don’t know what to make of the feeling that washes over me when he saysuslike I’m really a part of this.

Maybe there is something to this brotherhood bullshit.

“She’s used to being daddy’s little angel,” I say, smirking. “Getting everything she wants. Well… She wants cock, so let’s give it to her.”

“I’m going to murder you both,” Pandora says as she struggles.

I catch the way her eyes flutter and her mouth parts when I tighten my hold on her hair.

“Yeah, yeah,” Blaze says dismissively. He grips Pandora’s jaw and presses down, forcing her mouth to open wider. “If you bite River’s cock, I’m knocking out your teeth.”

“Not if I do it first,” I say. I guide the head of my cock to her lips, rubbing it against them and smearing precum across her mouth. “I fucking mean it, Pandora. One bite and I’ll make you wish you hadn’t.”

Pandora makes a soft sound, and her breath ghosts over the sensitive head of my cock. I gasp when she licks it, a small kitten lap that is over so fast I think I imagined it.

But no. That mischievous gleam in her eyes I can see even in the dim moonlight tells me she definitely did it on purpose.

“Come on, Panda,” Blaze says. “Open wide for him. If you get him off fast, maybe he won’t choke you with his cock.”

“Panda?” Pandora says, surprised. “You can’t?—”

Blaze squeezes her jaw tighter. “I can,Panda. Now fucking suck him.”