Chapter 52 - FIFTY TWO

Chapter 52: Chapter FIFTY TWO

ANGEL

"Yeah, we both know I suck Master better," Camilla rolled her eyes, her voice sickeningly sweet.

Their words burned into my soul.

I was his good girl.

Me.

Not these whore.

Just me.

Camilla leaned forward and dragged her tongue along the underside of his cock from base to tip slowly, coating him with her spit. Damien’s hand tightened in her hair, and he let out a low groan that I felt in my bones.

That sound was my property. It should only ever be pulled from his throat by me.

She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching obscenely around his girth as she took him deeper. Saliva already dripped from the corners of her mouth as she sucked, her head bobbing faster, the wet, filthy sounds filling the quiet room. Her cheeks hollowed, and I could see her throat working as she tried to take more of him.

Maria leaned in, her tongue joining Camilla’s, both of them licking up and down his shaft like dogs at a bowl. Their mouths trailed down his cock, making everything slick and messy. Then Maria’s mouth moved lower, and she sucked one of his balls into her mouth while Camilla worked the head, both of them moaning like they were the ones being pleasured.

Damien tilted his head back, taking absolute, dark control. "Edging for Master first, pets. Spit all over it."

Camilla immediately pooled drool over the head, using her thumb to rub his pre-cum right over his sensitive tip before taking him back in, while Maria clamped her teeth ever so lightly around his scrotum, tugging down gently. Damien liked it rough and unpredictable; he reached down and pinched Maria’s nipple hard right through her silk robe, making her gasp and suck his balls deeper into her throat.

"Fuck, that’s good," Damien groaned, his other hand moving to Maria’s hair, gripping tight. "Both of you always know exactly what Master needs."

He didn’t just let them take him; he pushed his hips forward in sharp, ruthless thrusts, fucking Camilla’s face while forcing Maria to trace her tongue along the sensitive vein underneath his shaft. He dictated every touch, grinding his weight down against their tongues until they were both whimpering around his size, completely at his mercy.

My nails dug harder into the wood, until I felt it break. I barely registered the sting of it.

Then Damien’s eyes lifted.

And locked directly on mine through the gap in the door.

My breath caught in my throat. Damien knew I was there. He had known the whole time.

His expression didn’t change. That same look of satisfaction remained on his face as Camilla took him deeper, as Maria sucked harder on his scrotum, but his eyes stayed fixed on me.

Watching.

Waiting.

Like he was curious what I would do.

Like this was some kind of test.

Camilla pulled off his cock with an obscene wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his shaft. "Master, you taste so fucking good."

Maria immediately took her place, opening wide and swallowing him deep, gagging halfway but forcing herself to take more. Drool spilled from her lips and down her chin as she choked on his cock, tears streaming from her eyes, but she didn’t pull back. Damien dug his fingers into Maria’s roots, pinning her mouth flush against his base and holding her there in a ruthless throat-lock, letting her choke on him while he watched my reaction.

Damien’s gaze never left mine. Even as Maria struggled on his cock, even as Camilla moved to lick his balls and trace her nails along his inner thighs, he stared at me through that gap in the door.

His grey eyes burned into mine with an intensity that made my pussy clench.

"That’s it," Damien said, his voice thick but his eyes still locked on me. "Take turns. Show Master how grateful you are."

Maria pulled off gasping, Camilla dove back in, this time taking him into her throat, her nose pressed against his pelvis as she swallowed around him.

No gag reflex.

Just perfect submission.

Damien took Camilla’s chin, forcing her to open wide so he could slap his thick head across her wet cheeks, marking her face with his slick before shoving his shaft right back down her throat. He was brutal, demanding, turning their worship into pure, kinky dominance.

But Damien’s eyes stayed on mine. One corner of his mouth lifted slightly—barely a smile, more like a challenge. Like he was asking me what I was going to do about this. He wanted to see how far he could push me before I snapped.

"Fuck, Camilla. Just like that." His voice was directed at her but his eyes were on me. "Take all of Master. Show everyone how it’s done."

Everyone.

He was talking to me.

Camilla held position, letting him use her throat, but Damien’s hand in her hair was almost absent-minded now. His attention was entirely focused on me standing in that doorway, watching them consume what was mine.

When Camilla finally pulled back, gasping desperately for air, mascara running down her face mixed with tears.

"It’s okay, pet," Damien said softly, still holding my gaze. "You don’t have to take it all. Just do your best."

The tenderness in his voice while his eyes burned into mine felt like a trap. Like he was showing me how easily he could give his attention to someone else.

I wanted to shove a pole down their throats. I would watch them choke on it while I took my rightful place between Damien’s legs.

My fingers tightened on the door frame as my eyes burned, right now, I would give anything to see the light leave their eyes while Damien watched and realized I was the only one who truly needed him enough to kill for him.

I couldn’t watch anymore.

I pushed the door open and stormed inside, my bare feet slapping against the floor.