Her throat constricted, completely full of him, and I watched as she drank him down. Something inside of me drove me harder, telling me that we were this much closer to fully claiming her.
Her pussy clenched up, choking out my dick just as he pulled himself out of her mouth and crashed into the chair behind him like she sucked the life out of him. With that smug smile, I was sure he didn't mind.
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Her head lifted, her whole body clenched, and I kept pounding into her and I watched as my dick got covered in her sticky white cum, making everything feel so fucking damn good.
I knew she was done when her whole body went limp; that lazy pleased cum covered smile was pointed in my direction. Yanking her forward, she yelped, and I removed myself from her and got down off the desk. Pulling her arms up, questions lined her eyes. I gripped her by the hair, and my whole body buzzed on edge as I made sure I was the last one standing and I could barely contain it.
“You think this is over?” With clenched teeth, I got right in her face, taking my other hand and putting her ass on the very edge of the desk. “It's far from over. I'm going to be claiming another orgasm from you as I fill you up so full that you’ll be dripping on your way to the shower. I want you to feel my claim on you even after we’re done.”
Kicking her legs open, I grabbed her arms behind her, opened one of my drawers, and found the extra tie I kept in my office. Yanking her arms tightly, I tied them together.
“You think I can’t handle this?” She grinned up at me, and I returned the gesture, lifting up both her feet and placing them in an open drawer on each side. Having her spread out for me like my fuck main course.
“I know you can,” my hand went to her neck, shoving her back as I watched myself slowly enter my dick’s new favorite place. “It's about you knowing you're mine.” Gripping her throat, she gasped for air, and I thrust into her so hard the desk shook.
She wiggled in my grasp, the fight for air taking over as I kept pumping myself into her. Her thighs shook, her pussy getting even wetter than before as her eyes rolled up into her head. Loosening my grip, she gasped for air, bouncing on my dick like a little fuck doll as all she thought about was me and only me.
I gripped down her throat again, but this time, she fought less, and her pussy clenched just as hard as my grip. Gritting my teeth, I refused to come just yet, but she was making it almost impossible. She took and took and took so fucking good, and it just made me crave more, but I was only a human man. I had limits.
Letting up on her neck, her head fell back, her body posing in a way that I could only describe as carnal desire, and cried out, “Fuck. You. Nicu.” Her nails scraped down my chest, leaving a bloody trail as her body seized around mine, like an earthquake took over just the two of us, and my hips sputtered as my balls tightened.
The next second, we roared out together, both of us coming so hard we slumped back onto the desk, but not before I slid my hands on the back of her head, making sure she didn't hurt herself. I wanted to do this over and over again, and I can't do that if she was hurt.
“I think you broke me. All of you.”
I chuckled on top of her before I realized that I had my brother's cum on my chest now too. Oh well. It's just cum. That familiar itchy feeling crawled along my skin and I reminded myself that it’ll wash off… now.
“One of you needs to get dressed and be a lookout as I carry her to my room to clean up. Then the other needs to get her a new outfit, this one…” I fingered the torn dress hanging off the side of my desk, “This one I’m keeping.”
Now, with my mind clear of that lust-drunk haze or claim on her known and made very clear, I was able to move on to the next step and made a checklist. First, shower. Then, plan our father’s murder.
26
KAZIA
That was… toxic, and I knew it. Feeding into their need to own me. To have me completely. It was wrong. They live in a different world, a world where the dark and sinful roamed free. A world where it was any old Monday to torture and kill someone. It was Saturday night dinner when they got physically assaulted by their Father. This was a world where they had everything and yet nothing at the same time. It was immoral, backward, not how I envisioned living my life…and yet I can't let them go.
I would rather go out guns blazing, saying a big fuck you to daddy dearest, and have my brains blown out, than go back to a world where I was all alone. To a place where no one wanted me, and everyone wanted to use me.
Standing in the shower, I let the steamy water roll down my body, tracing their touches. The evidence of our time together washed down the drain, but just like he said, a subtle feeling of them underneath my skin was ever-present. They marked me as theirs, and that made me shiver in excitement.
Playing the devil's advocate, I entertained what it would be like if I were able to escape. If I had the choice… I don't think I could go back to school. Dealing with asshole teachers and pretentious peers, then graduate and either start my own practice or work for someone else; it all led to the same place. I would sit in my comfy office chair, listening to someone droll on about how they’re unhappy in their life, riddled with anxiety because their dad pushed them too hard in sports when they were a kid. I couldn't do it, not anymore. Not with everything I knew about these three men.
I knew that, logically, a relationship with them—riddled with past trauma, mine and theirs—spelled out disaster. I was going to get mad at their controlling ways; they’re going to get mad at my need for independence. I had my moral compass to guide me, and they’re always going to challenge that because of how they’ve lived their lives. They would someday go too far, dirty their hands too much, and mine in the process. There were so many reasons that this wouldn't work, but the thought of being apart from these three men physically hurt my soul.
Somehow, someway, these men had dug in deep underneath my skin, slowly making me feel things—things I’d always said weren't worth it. Things that could only lead to pain… and they did, but the pain with them had this pleasurable edge that I craved.
When I think about living a life without these men, it’s like stepping into a vast abyss of nothingness, a barren, achy void that could never be filled. Reminding me of what life was like before. Lonely, cold nights staying up to study, the hollow feeling of being used for sex, and now I don't even have my mom to ground me. Could I live with that? Could I live knowing I gave up on the only men who made me feel seen, useful, and important? Men who were willing to kill their own father for me. Even if that man was the devil incarnate, it was still a big step.
Their need for me coiled around my body, vexingly unwavering, tethering me to them completely, but at some point, I started holding onto the rope, keeping them tethered to me.
Cezar poked his head into the shower, shocking the shit out of me. I screamed and my foot slipped. Falling backward, I was fully prepared to crack my head on the stone wall. A strong set of hands grabbed me, cushioning my head before impact.
I peered up to see Cezar above me, fully dressed, water dripping down his head, his whole body shaking. “M said not to worry, that everything was coming together. Hardships are to come, but it's nothing you can't weather, for now or in the future. S-she said you’ll have the crown if you choose to take it.” His head tilted back, water dripping down his face, those vivid green hues swirled back down at me in panic. “I don't care what she's talking about; just promise to take me with you. That's all I ask.”
Twining my fingers through his silky, wet strands, my lips tipping up. How could I ever leave this crazy psycho? Even with his hands stained with blood, his mind twisted in guilt and voices, he still only had me on his mind. He could have the weight of the world on his shoulders, and he would still put me first.
Cupping his face, I asked, knowing this could go either way, “Is M your mom?”
