Predator

5

"Louder."

Liam's voice was harsh as he increased his grip, causing her soft flesh to spill through his fingers. He pinched her nipples, twisting them until they were red and looked ready to bleed.

In a position completely at his mercy, the man squinted, admiring her, feeling hot all over, tenting with an exaggerated bulge.

To Amelia, his predatory movements seemed to slow down. Pressed against the cold, hard door, she listened to the men outside, knowing they were eagerly watching. She could only helplessly arch her back, allowing him to fondle her breasts, watching his hard face turn lustful as he licked her tender skin.

Liam's biting was especially obvious, a sudden surge of lust overtaking him. His teeth pressed against her nipple, hesitating before squeezing her breasts together and engulfing both red nipples in one bite.

He sucked hard.

Amelia's mind went blank, her head involuntarily tilting back, her legs trembling as she half-collapsed beneath him.

Her breasts weren't small.

Even for someone as ruthless as Liam, handling both at once was a bit much. He settled for holding one in each hand, playing with one and sucking the other, making loud, wet noises.

Outside, the three men's movements quickened:

"What's he doing in there?"

"Probably sucking her tits."

"Is he going to fuck her or not?"

Amelia, her mind hazy, endured being toyed with until the man finally released her sore breasts.

"Stick out your tongue."

Was he... talking to her?

When she hesitated, he pinched her cheeks painfully, forcing her to obediently stick out her tongue, which he then kissed and sucked on heavily.

Tears and snot messily covered her face, a mix of fear and stimulation. Liam roughly wiped her face, then smeared it all over her breasts.

His large hand moved down, gripping her buttocks through her clothes, then tugging at her zipper with a sharp "zzip," revealing her smooth, slender legs.

When Liam's hand touched her panties, Amelia shrieked, clamping her legs shut and trapping his hand in a delicate place.

"Let me go."

She didn't move.

He wasn't in a hurry, whispering in her ear, "If you refuse, I'll call the guys outside in here."

Amelia's tears flowed instantly, her black-and-white eyes filled with hatred as she shakily parted her legs.

His restless middle finger pressed against her clothed slit, the warmth and softness beneath the thin fabric arousing him even more. Liam's teeth hurt from holding back—

She was still crying.

He kissed her, sucking hard a couple of times before he pulled away, lifting her and tossing her onto the bed.

She thought there was no escaping this time, her whole body trembling.

The expected weight quickly pressed down; her terrified eyes tightly shut.

However, Liam only reached over her to grab the gun by the bed.

"Don't put your clothes back on. I'll be back soon."