Romance Catherine Breillat Novels & Stories

Minutes later the door opened. Brian stepped inside, closing it behind him with a soft click that sounded like a trap snapping shut. “Poor little Catherine,” he said softly, voice dripping fake sympathy. “Rejected right after being claimed. That must sting worse than the bite itself. To be honest I didn't think Ben had it in him. Such cruelty.” I didn’t look up. “Get out.” He chuckled and sat on the edge of the mattress. His hand landed on my bare thigh, fingers sliding up under the torn gown. “Ben was always impulsive. But me? I know how to appreciate a fine piece like you. I’ve waited six long months.”

He responded then turning to the men, " Go ahead. Have your fun with the bitch." Catherine stayed still as they surrounded her. One man kissed her hands and her neck. Another knelt down and licked her vagina. Brutus reached down and stroked her clit. She made no sound except the occasional choked breath, her eyes closed. I knew she was letting it happen. I struggled against Ronan’s hold. “You’re sick.....”