*Eris’ POV*
I couldn't be sure who was who, but I felt confident that Kyros was the one currently fucking my mouth. He did it with so much hatred that it could only ever be him.
I'd thought about resisting, fighting back, maybe even biting down. But I felt like resistance wasn't the way that I would win over Kyros. A man like him thrived off of people lesser than him submitting to him. So, that's what I did. I submitted.
I became the perfect fuck toy for him to use despite how pain blossomed in the back of my throat. If he wanted to hurt me, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. So, I gripped the backs of his thighs and pulled him deeper into my throat with every thrust. When I looked up and met his eyes, I saw nothing but dark and menacing hatred swirling behind the mask.