“That’s it, kitten, come all over my son's cock,” Dad preens. His words seem to be what pushes her over the edge. Her arms lock around my neck, her legs stiffen and her cunt clamps down on my cock, making me groan as she cries out. Her orgasm has her flushing red and her nipples hard as rock. Her face is a mask of pure ravishing beauty as she rides the wave of pleasure.
“Fuck, she feels too damn good,” Zav growls as he thrusts inside her again.
“I can’t,” she cries out.
“You can and you fucking will. The pain and fear are heightening everything for you,” Dad snaps. She whimpers and slams her eyes closed. The blade digs into her skin, causing another droplet to escape. I bend down and lick it clean, loving the metallic taste of her blood on my tongue.
“I’m close,” Zav grits out.
“I’m nearly there,” I hiss.
Taylor begins shaking her head side to side, forcing Dad to pull the knife back a little or risk cutting her deep. “I fucking can’t, please—” She cuts herself off and bites down on her lip to keep silent. I feel her cunt quivering and know she is about to come again.
“Give it to me now, you dirty whore. I want that cum all over my cock,” I roar.
“Fuck!” she yells so damn loud I flinch. The instant that cunt squeezes my dick, I lose control. I tip over the fucking edge and roar with the power of a lion as I come so damn hard. I hear Zavier’s cries of release as he empties everything he has into her ass. She’s been marked by the three of us. She’s ours to fuck, ours to own and ours to do with as we fucking please.
She’s nothing but jelly in my arms, utterly spent and well fucked.
“Good girl, kitten.Daddyloved watching you get both your holes ruined by my boys. Next time, all three of them will befilled with Valentine cock. Now, get washed up. I’m about to finish dinner, then we’re eating you for dessert.”
CHAPTER NINE
TAYLOR
I knew Victor would stay true to his word, which is why I never went back downstairs for dinner after I cleaned up. I passed the fuck out—the amount of orgasms I experienced nearly made me fall into a coma and there was no way I could have survived another one.
I hate to admit it but I am sore this morning. In movies and books they make it look like the girl's vagina can take beating after beating but the truth is, it’s all bullshit. I’m walking with a damn limp. I slowly make my way downstairs and pray they have all gone. I have no regrets about what happened, I just don’t want them to see me like this and think their dicks ruined me, because they sure as fuck didn’t!
I just need an ice pack for my pussy or something and by tonight, I’ll be ready to go again.
I hit the landing and look around to find the coast is clear, then sigh with relief as I make my way into the kitchen to get some much needed caffeine. I almost whimper when I see a fresh pot. I don’t have to search through the cabinets, I could guess where they keep everything but, what I didn’t expect was to find my favorite mug sitting right in the front.
I’m a sinner…
That’s what the mug says. Trent bought it for me years ago and I have cherished the damn thing. I don’t know what it is about the mug, but I have always loved it. I smile as I grab it out?—
“Morning.” I scream and toss the fucking mug into the air as I whirl around and catch my hip on the edge of the counter. I watch in slow motion as my favorite mug smashes against the floor. I stare at the tiny pieces in sadness.
“That was my mug,” I utter.
“It’s just a cup,” Trent says as he bends down and starts picking up the pieces.
“It wasn’t just a mug, it was my favorite one.”
“Wouldn’t think so since you left it behind,” he bites out as he carries the pieces to the trash and dumps them in like they mean nothing. I stand here and just stare at Trent. He doesn’t so much as move a muscle under my scrutiny, he just allows me to take in the sight of him. He’s changed so much, no longer looking like the innocent boy I left behind. The man standing before me is dark and dangerous. I have no doubt he is fully immersed in the BCB now. “Judge all you want, Tay Tay, but it doesn’t change the fact you had a hand in shaping us to be who we are now.”
I recoil as if he slapped me. “I never wanted this life for either of you!”
A sinister smirk touches his lips as he stuffs his hands into his jeans pockets. “This life is what we wanted. The BCB is our family, it’s who the fuck we are.”
“It’s a fucking motorcycle club, Trent.”
“The Broken Cupid Brotherhood is more than that, but you never cared enough to take a closer look.”
“What’s there to look at?” I snap. “You commit crimes, hurt people and?—”
“Covered your mother’s medical bills, because her family turned their backs on her. My father took her in even though shewas the sister of his enemy.” I see the moment he realizes he’s said too much. His eyes widen slightly and he snaps his mouth closed. I step forward, only for him to take a step back and hold his hand up.
