Tossed Between Her Defiant Mates By Alexis Dee
Chapter 59 I Am W*et. (Genevieve Swan)
They spread my l*egs like an eagle, placing my l*eg on his shoulder while Caspian used a knife to tear apart my p*anty and toss them aside.
After revealing my p*ussy, Caspian drove my other l*eg over his shoulder, and my back leaned against the wall behind me.
“I am not getting turned o–n, no matter what you do,” I gulped, s*queezing my body closer than now that I was just in that silk dress, my n*ipples getting h*ard from under the fabric.
“Ah! If so, then let us examine,” Caspian grinned, running his f*inger to my v*agina and using two of his f*ingers to spread my p*ussy l*ips.
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“It seems like there is something w*et here,” he said, running his f*ingers in a circular motion, making my breaths go out of control.
“Look Emre!” He then held one side of the l*ips open and let Emre’s f*inger hold the other side. I felt so exposed as they stared at my p*ussy so intently.
“She is lying. There is indeed something w*et here,” Emre uttered and rubbed my p*ussy l*ips, vibrating the s*ensitive area until I let out a gasp and then covered my mouth in my hands.
“Why are you hiding what you are truly feeling?” Caspian whispered, bending over me and chuckling in my ears.
“I am no—t feeling anything,” I gulped, forcing a lie out of my l*ips when, in reality, I knew I was w*et down there and Emre was using it to l*ubricate around the e*ntrance.
“Really? Then if I rub my c*ock at your e*ntrance, you won’t want me to p*ush it in?” Caspian continued, only pulling away so that he could unbuckle his p*ants and bring his c*ock out. It was h*ard, and he was not shy about it. “Or maybe one is not enough for you,” said Emre as he too brought his standing soldier out of his p*ants. Needless to say, I gasped.
“I__I don’t know why you think this would turn me o—n,” I took a heavy breath to deliver the message, but their smirks told me they were not believing me. How would they know when my n*ipples were e*rect and my breathing was erratic?
“Then let us try,” Caspian uttered, rubbing the head of his c*ock on my v*agina. I felt this burning s*ensation down there, holding back the urge to let out a m*oan.
And then Emre decided he didn’t want to stand back either. He started to aggressively rub his d*ick over my e*ntrance while Caspian raised my l*egs even higher to have a good view. They each stretched my l*abia apart and used their d*icks to examine my soft and shaved p*ussy.
Their h*eads should barely fit in the same position.
“And now?” Caspian asked with a deep and heavy breath. I clenched my p*ussy while it s*quirmed visibly, t*hrobbing and urging for more.
“I don’t—,” I leaned my n*eck back and gasped, biting my bottom l*ip. It dawned on me right at that time that once I lose my v*irginity, will they do it all the time and at the same time? They seemed to not care that it was a bit crowded.
“Are you sure–,” Emre had only begun when the door opened, and I instantly pushed them back, covering my p*ussy with both hands.
“Guys! I—,” Bellamy paused as his eyes watched us together. There was no way he didn’t understand what was going on here. Emre and Caspian first pulled their p*ants up, and then they turned around to him while I pulled my dress down, staring at my torn-apart p*anties on the ground. They was not going to be used anymore.
“Oh! I had no idea I’d be disturbing you guys,” Bellamy looked taken aback, caught between surprise and frozen awkwardness. I sensed he wanted to express his disappointment but managed to maintain a composed facade.
“What brings you here?” Emre’s voice carried a hint of tension, his muscles visibly tensing up.
“He’s probably here to accuse us of a*ssaulting his girlfriend and maybe even worse,” Caspian remarked, leaving no doubt about their frustration.
Meanwhile, I sat on the boxes, not dwelling too deeply on the situation. My mind still lingered on how rapidly Emre and Caspian’s demeanor shifted, going from being flirtatious to upset with Bellamy’s presence.
I wondered if Bellamy hadn’t shown up. Would they have taken things further with me? Would they have tossed aside the rules Monique had established?
“I understand that what happened was unfortunate, but you must understand my perspective. I arrived to find my girlfriend badly beaten, and in the heat of the moment, she said things that angered me,” Bellamy admitted, looking down as he recounted the incident.
“And you simply believed that we were responsible for her injuries. Did you not question why she came looking for you here? Was your phone turned off, or had you been unresponsive for days?” Caspian raised a valid point. Only Bellamy could shed light on the circumstances that led her to come all the way to their place.
“She came here to attack Genevieve out of the blue. We didn’t appreciate it, though I made sure not to harm her beyond reason. Just imagine someone walking into your home and s*lapping your mate? It’s difficult to put into words how we felt. Genevieve is like a princess to us. For her to face the consequences of her mate’s actions, taking the blame for something she didn’t do, it’s just unfair,” Emre’s voice carried a mix of anger and concern, and his words seemed logical, yet there was an underlying truth veiled in the situation. They believed it was some random person a*ssaulting me, but the reality was different.
Then, to everyone’s surprise, Bellamy uttered something unexpected. “I know why she came here. It’s because of something I did,” he confessed, his head still bowed.
“What did you do?” Caspian, ever intrigued by gossip and personal matters, seized the opportunity to delve deeper into Bellamy’s confession.
“She caught me—m*asturbating to Genevieve’s picture,” my world seemed to slip from under my feet, and I landed on the ground when he stated it while looking straight into my eyes.