Chapter 59

I gasp and open my thighs, pushing my pussy into his hand.

"Answer me, Luna," he growls in that same sharp-edged voice. He drives a second finger into me. "What did you let the last one do? Did you let him lick this sweet cunt like I did last night? Or are they too proud to eat pussy?"

"Nothing," I whisper, thinking of how Callan dyed my hair and pushed his cock up against me until we both nearly exploded.

"It doesn't look like nothing," Axel says. "It doesn't feel like nothing.

Your cunt's dripping for them."

"He didn't do anything." My gaze whips toward Axel, and anger replaces memory of Callan. "What's it to you? They saved me after you—"

"Believe me, I know what I did," Axel growls, grinding his cock into my thigh while his fingers pump relentlessly into my slick tightness. "I get to be tortured by you every fucking day. How could I forget?"

"Tortured? How am I torturing you?" I buck my hips, panting for more.