I Belong To My Three Forbidden Masters

Chapter 37: Chapter 37

Lysander’s pov

Today would forever be seared in my brain for as long as I lived, the memory would haunt me.

I stared up blankly at the dark stone ceiling of the cell as my body jerked in forced rhythm to Gideon’s heavy thrusts.

The suffocating sensation of multiple pairs of unseen eyes boring into my bare skin made my skin crawl with pure revulsion.

Gideon had ordered those men to stay right outside the propped-open metal door, demanding they watch while he took me on the floor.

He had slathered a generous palmful of lube over my hole before splitting my hole open in one fast, unyielding thrust.

He let out a low, rough groan above me, his hands pinning my hips to the cold floor as he pistoned relentlessly into my heat.

I bit my lower lip so hard I tasted copper, desperate not to let a single cry of pleasure or pain escape my throat.

It was excruciatingly difficult.

Gideon was a sadistic bastard with zero conscience and a complete absence of a moral compass, but he knew how to use his body to break me.

He knew every single sensitive spot to press against and exactly how hard to thrust to force my traitorous body over the edge.

I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of a sound, though.

Fuck him for doing this to me, for degrading me to this absolute extent in front of random strangers.

As if it wasn’t nightmare enough that he had leaked that video online after I did everything he asked, he was broadcasting me to an audience.

Sweat rolled down his forehead, dripping off his jaw and splattering hot against my flushed cheek.

"What, you’re quiet now?" He taunted, his voice dropping into a dark whisper against my ear.

"You have an audience watching you, slut. Moan for them. Isn’t that what you’re good at on your webcam? You want to behave like a slut behind closed doors, touching yourself for strangers online."

I stared up into his dark, soulless eyes, which were filled with a terrifying, sadistic pleasure. "Fuck you!"

Gideon let out a harsh, mocking laugh, his hands digging deeper into my waist as his pace picked up.

"I see you still have plenty of energy to curse at me," he smirked, his hips slamming into mine with punishing force.

"How would you like me to dial a video call to your mom right now? I bet Elena would be utterly thrilled to see her sweet little boy impaled on my cock."

Raw, blinding fury instantly burned away the numb passivity that had settled over my mind.

"I’ll fucking kill you, you bastard!" I shrieked, my hands flying up to scratch at his face as I began to thrash violently beneath him.

He pinned my wrists flat against the stone floor, driving into my ass with a brutal force that ripped a loud, ragged scream from my throat.

Pre-cum shot from my throbbing tip without my permission, splattering across my flat, trembling stomach.

"You’d be much better off moaning for your audience," Gideon snarked, his weight crushing me into the floor.

"Look how eagerly they’re waiting outside the door for you. Channel some of that slutty cam-boy energy and give them the show they came for."

The mention of the men standing just feet away watching my stepbrother violate me made my wild rage instantly wither.

The sickening feeling of crawling eyes slid over my bare skin with a vengeance, and without realizing it, my hands clutched frantically at Gideon’s shoulders.

I wanted to hide.

I wanted to be miles away from their leering gazes and the heavy, ragged panting I could clearly hear echoing from the hallway outside the door.

The sickening sounds of those men aggressively jerking themselves off merged with the wet, friction-heavy noise of Gideon fucking my hole.

It made me feel filthy in the worst imaginable way, like a piece of raw meat trussed up for a pack of starving scavengers.

Gideon’s length pistoned into me repeatedly, hitting my prostate with every brutal stroke until my vision swam with white spots.

Tears welled from the corners of my eyes, tracing hot paths down my temples to soak into the damp roots of my blonde hair.

I sobbed out loud as another involuntary, agonizing climax was dragged straight out of my unwilling, broken body.

"That’s it," Gideon crooned softly into my ear, a cruel, mocking laughter lacing his tone. "Moan like the cheap little whore you’ve always been."

I stared up at him through a blur of scalding tears, resentment and pure revulsion churning in my gut like toxic acid.

I had never hated a human being as intensely as I hated Gideon in this moment.

I wished the absolute worst catastrophe that could ever befall a person upon him, multiplied by infinity.

Outside in the corridor, several men let out heavy, guttural moans, followed immediately by a wet, heavy splatter against the floorboards.

Nausea surged violently up my throat, choking me until I thought I was going to throw up on the spot.

I didn’t dare turn my head toward the open doorway.

I had no idea who Gideon had gathered to spectate his sick assault.

It could be anyone, students from my course, campus security guards, faculty members, or facilities staff.

Given how easily Gideon had bypassed campus protocol to trap me in this holding cell, the implications were terrifying.

Maybe the very security guard who had dragged me down the hall earlier was standing out there right now with his dick in his hand, waiting for his turn.

Maybe he was the exact one who had just come so loudly outside the door.

God, I was going to hurl up my stomach contents right here on the stone.

They were staring at me like I was a piece of trash.

They were watching me get aggressively fucked, my entire body exposed, naked, and vulnerable to their leering eyes.

They knew exactly how many times I had come from my stepbrother’s cock inside me, despite how hard I had fought to break free.

They probably thought I was a filthy, shameless whore who loved every second of it.

The cruel words of my studio classmates from earlier echoed mercilessly inside my head while Gideon bit down hard on my nipple.

"Do you have a group discount? How does fifty bucks for the four of us sound?" they had roared with laughter. "Or do you prefer doing it for free?"

Gideon chuckled dark against my collarbone, feeling my length throb again. "Hard again? You really are an irredeemable hussy."

My hands clenched into tight fists against the stone floor.

Driven by a sudden, desperate surge of pure hatred, I snapped my head forward and bit into his shoulder as hard as I could, breaking skin.

Gideon hissed in pain, his fingers knotting violently into my hair as he yanked my head back off his shoulder with brute force.

"Stupid fucking whore!" he snarled, his palm cracking violently across my face.

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