The Amber Columns (The City of Dark Pleasures Book 2) Read Online Free

implant?” he says, breathlessly.
    “You know I do.” I’m done playing games. I want the same thing as him—a mindless, meaningless fuck with a stranger.
    “My wives would mutiny if I started knocking up gutter bitches.”
    The tip of his cock nudging my thighs feels as cold as his lips. I curl my fingers around the edge of the desk as he enters me.
    It’s pressure and friction. And a kind of bliss, mixed with revulsion. I open my lips on the wood as he starts to move, his cock stretching me, pressing on nerves that make me gasp.
    “I share my wives with my friends,” he says. “Does that bother you?”
    “Uh…”
    He thrusts hard as he continues, reaching up to grab a handful of my hair. “Only the young ones...oooohhhh yeah…your pussy is hot…we get together…about five or ten of us with a few wives each and pass them around…making them suck and fuck until they’re begging to stop.”
    I don’t say anything. What could I say? Stop, I suppose. I could say stop but if he doesn’t, then what happens?
    “Does that sound good to you? Huh, gutter bitch? Huh?” He slaps my ass cheek, hard. And more than anything I’m mortified by the idea that his receptionist heard it. Mortified and aroused. “I said, does that sound good to you?”
    “Yes.” I gasp it, lips pressed on the desk. My scalp burns where he’s pulling my hair. My head aches with the effort of trying not to think. Not to think of him.
    “Do you like getting fucked in the ass?” Wilton says. His thumb grazes over the skin of my lower back, sliding in between my cheeks.
    “No!” I say, though I wouldn’t know. Part of me wants him to do it, against my wishes and my will. Because then that would turn this into something else. And maybe that would hold my thoughts away from him.
    But he only strokes there, pressing gently with his thumb, but not breaching. “Too bad. We’ll make you learn to love it though. My wives have incredible skills with lady-thrusters.”
    He pumps, pulling my hair, his thumb swirling over my anus but none of it is enough to keep my mind in this world. Tears pool under my face as I tumble back into the dream that tore me from sleep last night.
    Tully.
    Me and Tully on the roof of my dorm.
    “Oh yeah, bitch…that’s good. You’re a good little girl.” Wilton’s close. My body trembles with need. I’m thinking about Tully. Tully with his face between my legs, me perched on the barrier at the edge of the roof.
    “Yeah…yeah…oh fuck…”
    Tully’s lips on my clit and my pussy, licking, sucking, his fingers inside me.
    “Take it! Take my cock. You fucking love it, don’t you?”
    “Yes,” I say, though I’m speaking to Tully. The familiar burning begins in my feet. I’m moments away from climax. “Yes, yes. Don’t stop.”
    Tully’s tongue inside me, flicking, licking, his fingers pulsing, my cunt spasms against him.
    “Come for me, gutter bitch. Let me see that ass shake.”
    I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. I’m pretty much doing both as my body betrays all three of us—me, Tully and this creep who will never know it wasn’t him who broke me down. It takes me like a winter storm, sudden and cold and bleak. I moan into the desk, feeling my hip bones crack against the wood as Wilton slams into me, and I come, exquisitely, tragically, closing my eyes and seeing Tully outlined by the blue sky behind him. His face was covered in blood, because I realized at that terrifying moment, that he’d bitten me open, that he’d been drinking my blood like an old world vampire.
    “Oh…oh…fuck…” Wilton’s fingers tighten in my hair, yanking my head back until my neck strains.
    Tully grinned down on me, wild and vengeful and blood-toothed, as he pushed me off the roof.
    My orgasm falls with me, tumbling into the dark swallowing chasm that was my passage out of the nightmare.
    The fall seems to last forever.
    A moment passes in silence, and I feel my whole body flushing with shame. Wilton