Abigail
I was going to kill Finnegan Wolfe.
That was my single thought as Ares dumped me on a bench like I was some sack of potatoes.
My back hit the cool dark leather and I bounced, my tits spilling completely free from the corset. My skirt shoved up around my waist, everything exposed and on display for the watching crowd, showing off my drenched pussy that was soaking wet and needy.
He moved closer, grabbing the belt around my neck and slipping it into the buckle to tighten it. My nipples tightened every time his fingers brushed against my tits and he suddenly reached down to give them a brutal twist.
"You bastard!" I cried, my voice shaking as sharp jolts of pain shot down my spine.
"Am I?" He gave another brutal twist that had my eyes rolling in their sockets. "You're dripping all over the bench like the slutty thing you are."
