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Isabetta

F ucking Havoc! I was still shaking, and my nipples were on fire, but he didn’t give me more than a few seconds to rest, only the time it took him to carry me from the playroom to the bedroom.

I couldn’t believe he was going to fuck my behind.

And that he had made me ask him to do it.

Shame burned through me, but it was met with flames of desire that I couldn’t ignore.

I had enjoyed when he had played with the plug while he spanked me.

But right now I was tired, sore, and every brush of my skin against the fabric of his shirt sent a shudder down my spine.

He lifted me off his shoulder and bent me over the bed.

I hissed in pain as my tender nipples rubbed against the soft sheets.

His fucking laugh as he slapped me on my rear just added fuel to the anger burning inside me.

I tried to lift myself off the bed, only for his hand to push between my shoulder blades and force me back down as his other hand slapped my ass again.

“Fucktoy, I want to gaze into your eyes when I fuck your ass, but if you don’t hold still, I will take you like this. I don’t mind either way.” His tone was sharp, but he lifted his hand, giving me the option to move or stay as he had put me.

Part of me hated the nickname he had chosen, but another part, the part between my legs, clenched every time he said it. I knew I was more than just a toy to Havoc, but that didn’t stop him from acting like I was his to take, and to do with as he pleased.

I was tempted to straighten again, but I stayed still.

If I was bent over, I wouldn’t be able to see what he was doing, though my nipples rubbing on the sheets were sure to drive me insane.

So I bit down on the fabric, clenched my hands into fists, and forced myself to stay still so he could do whatever he was going to do.

All of that went out of the window when I felt cold steel against my arm. He must have sensed I was about to move, as his hand pressed me down again.

“For fuck’s sake Isabetta. I don’t want to fucking cut you, but if you flail, it’s going to happen.

I am just cutting the fucking ropes.” His exasperation was unwarranted, as if he had simply told me what he was doing, I wouldn’t have freaked out.

Huffing in annoyance, I stilled and held my breath as the tip of the knife moved against my skin.

He was teasing me, I knew he was, but I wouldn’t rise to the bait.

The knife cut through the rope easily, and I groaned as the tension left my shoulders. I moved them slowly, something Milo always told me to do when he untied me. I brought my hands to the sheets, stretching them over my head, and then brought them back down.

“See? Was that so fucking hard?”

I turned my head to glare at Havoc. There was no need for him to be such an asshole. Although it wasn’t like he wasn’t always that way.

When he stepped away from the bed, I warily straightened up, bracing myself to be forced down again.

When it didn’t happen, I took full advantage, rolling my shoulders and stretching, only for the swinging chain to send a shooting pain through my nipples.

My hands snapped to the clamps, cupping them to hold them steady.

I didn’t remove them, not wanting to dig myself into more trouble.

There was that chuckle again, and Havoc stepped up to me, his hands cupping mine. “Aw, did the little fucktoy forget about her jewelry?” Sarcasm dripped from his voice and his smirk alike.

“Are you going to take them off?” I sounded huffier than I meant to, but at least I hadn’t whined.

He raised an eyebrow but didn’t respond. Instead, his hands swept mine aside, and he released both clamps at the same time with a pinch of his fingers.

Fuck all that was holy in this world!

My hands clutched my breasts, rubbing them desperately as my nipples burned. And all the while, Havoc stood there, smirking at me.

“I thought you wanted them off. That’s what you said.” He knew it wasn’t what I had meant, so I didn’t dignify him with an answer. Instead, I kept trying to soothe my red, heated skin.

Havoc didn’t let me get away, though. He towered over me as he forced me backward until I was sitting on the bed. His hands hooked under my thighs, and he lifted me back onto the mattress until I was lying down, staring up at him.

He leaned down and pushed my hand aside with his head, then his tongue swirled around my nipple, helping to soothe it.

I let myself relax, a rooky mistake, as he immediately sunk his teeth into my sensitive flesh and tugged.

My back arched, as my hands flew to his hair and pulled, trying to dislodge him to no avail.

He looked up at me, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he stopped biting, then sucked hard before letting my nipple go.

“Don’t act like you don’t love the pain, fucktoy.

I know how wet you are.” Two of his thick fingers sunk into me to prove his point.

I was soaked, and my body clung to his digits like I didn’t want to let them go, even though I had had more than enough orgasms today. But I was greedy, I wanted more.

Whimpering as he pulled his fingers free, I watched as he sucked on them, and my core throbbed around nothing, empty and desperate to be filled again.

I considered asking him, begging him to fill me, but I knew it would not do me any good.

Havoc was the most stubborn of all of them, and I had begged him to fuck my rear. Who would pass up a chance like that?

He must have been reading my mind, as he sat up and hooked my legs over his hips.

He grabbed my waist, using it to pull me closer to him, so my ass now rested against the top of his thighs.

It left me so open I wanted to blush, but I was steadily losing my shame at being naked in front of these men. They had each seen every inch of me.

I had a good view of him as well, though I wasn’t sure when he had gotten naked.

Probably when I was bent over the bed, fighting to get up.

I could feel the warmth of his thighs against mine, and his tattoos painted across his skin in black and red ink drew my eyes.

They had always fascinated me, and I had taken every opportunity to study them.

Milo had let me trace his, and I had touched them, memorizing each one.

But Havoc wasn’t the sort to sit still for that long.

Like now, for instance, his finger traced up and down my sex, teasing yet never touching where I wanted him to for more than a second. With only my shoulders pressed against the mattress, it was hard to get any leverage to move, but I did my best. Not that it did any good.

“Such a needy fucktoy.” The smirk he gave me made me reconsider laying on my back, but then again, this attitude was typical of him, and it would feel stranger if he looked serious. He didn’t give me a chance to say anything before his fingers hooked around the plug seated inside me and tugged.

He didn’t pull hard enough to free it, rather pulling it out to the widest point and stretching me.

It wasn’t uncomfortable anymore, and I tried not to think about it too much.

About how I was getting used to the feeling of it shifting inside me as I walked, or how I felt empty when it wasn’t inside me.

It wasn’t the only thing that had changed in the short time we had been on this island.

I was constantly thinking about sex, even dreaming about it.

I had done things I never could have imagined, and more importantly, I had enjoyed them.

Even being tied to that board earlier, with Havoc watching me as I had to choose between the wand driving me crazy or the chain pulling on my nipples. All of it had been exciting.

He didn’t let the plug sit in one place for long.

Havoc pressed and pulled, until my hips moved in time, and my thighs tried to clench tight around his waist. He kept them spread open with his elbows and his fingers slowly teased up and down my sex, stopping to circle around my clit before trailing back down.

Soon I was whimpering, with one hand gripping the sheets, and my other arm thrown over my eyes.

The sensations were too much. My nipples still ached from the clamps, and I was on edge from the wand, so even his light, teasing touches were enough to drive me toward that peak again.

I wanted to cry, to scream, to beg, but I wasn’t sure which one.

Maybe all of them, but I settled on begging.

He had told me before he wanted to hear me beg.

“Please, Havoc, please.” My breath caught in my throat, and I had to squeeze my eyes closed to hold back the tears that threatened to spill down my cheeks.

“It’s too much … It’s not enough. I need more, please.

” I couldn’t bring myself to uncover my eyes and look at him.

If he was smirking, I might scream with frustration.

“Fuck, I love hearing you beg, fucktoy. I could listen to it all day.” His voice was almost a growl, rumbling through his chest and down into my body.

I pressed my thighs against the pressure of his elbows, trying not to flail in desperation.

That wasn’t an answer, and I had to bite my lip to keep from cursing.

I drew a deep, shuddering breath, ready to beg again when the plug was finally pulled free.

“Oh god…” My back arched, and I fought to close my legs.

He kept them open, his elbows replaced with his hands. They were pressing down on my thighs so hard I was sure I was going to have bruises in the shape of his handprints.