Huh? What?
My confusion leaves me unprepared for when Santos shoves my face right into Darius' pelvis, his cock slamming down my throat. I gag and my hands push against Darius' thighs, trying to create some space.
Santos pulls my head back and I have about two seconds to inhale before I'm shoved right back against Darius again. I'm fucking furious at being manhandled like this and my anger takes on a new level when Santos pulls me back.
I forcefully throw my head back and slam it into Santos' dick. He drops behind me like a sack of potatoes, cursing me colorfully. Then I jab my fist into Darius' lower belly and glare when he pitches forward on a harsh exhale.
"You motherfuckers," I seethe as I get to my feet. "I'm down for rough play, I fucking like it, but do not - and I mean do not - force it on me."
I get to my feet, shoving Darius back, and kicking Santos in the chest.
"You're lucky I'm not fucking gutting you," I growl and stomp out of the bathroom into my room. "I may be a whore but I am not your fucking property to do as you please!" I yell at them.
I throw on yet another pair of Zander's boxers and a t-shirt and make my way back to the kitchen. Zander and Blaze are having what looks to be an intense conversation and I stop in the doorway.
Blaze sees me first and rolls his eyes, the scar tugging his features a bit to the side. "Over so soon?"
"Your men may or may not be suffering in the washroom." I shrug and walk in further. "Had to teach them a fucking lesson in consent."
"Whores require consent?" Blaze narrows his eyes.
"Blaze…" Zander grits out in warning.
"Especially whores," I shrug and plop my ass on the chair beside him. "Money is our contract. Your boys were getting it for free and took advantage."
"Selene!" I hear Darius call from the hallway.
"Fuck," Zander presses his fingers to his forehead, "Here we go."
Darius storms into the kitchen naked, his face red, and his cock still hard and angry.
"Yes?" I raise my brow at him.
"We've done worse!" He exclaims, "What the fuck was all that?"
"With my permission." I hold my finger up.
Santos comes around the corner and props up against the wall, still gripping his junk. "The fuck was that?"
“What did you do?" Zander looks at them with boredom.
"They bruised my esophagus with Darius' dick and forced me to choke against his pubes," I give them a pointed look.
Santos begins to look sheepish but Darius' face only boils hotter.
"That's all part of a good cock sucking," he retorts.
"Oh yeah?" I lean my face on my hand, elbow resting on the table. "Show me what you mean."
"What?" Zander and Darius ask at the same time.
"I don't know what you mean by saying a bruised esophagus and pube choking are all part of a good cock sucking." I point from him to Santos, "So show me."
"Oh for fuck’s sake," Blaze mutters and stands. "You are all so fucked up." Then he's storming out of the kitchen.
I'm gonna wear him down eventually.
Santos begins to yank down his sweatpants and Darius rolls his eyes. "You really want me to suck his dick?"