“Lock the door,” Zav says in a husky tone, making my eyes widen. Trent releases me to obey his brother. Zav grips my waist and turns me to face him. “You need a reminder.” He grips the hem of my shirt and tugs it off.
“A reminder?” I ask when he reaches for the button on my jeans next, they’re a size smaller than I normally wear but I didn’t have a choice but to squeeze into my old clothes I left, since I brought nothing with me.
“Of who the fuck you belong to,” he growls as he drags the zipper down, then pushes them down my legs right as Victor comes to stand beside us.
I look between the both of them, unsure what the fuck to say. I didn’t expectthisafter such a tense meeting. I thought they would be yelling and scolding me for getting involved with Hunter, but it looks like I was wrong and now I’m going to be rewarded.
My pussy flutters with need.
I am standing here in front of my stepbrothers and stepfather in nothing but a lace bra and thong from my teenage years, but none of them seem to mind. If anything, they seem like they love the sight of me in red.
Trent comes up behind me and unclasps my bra. I shuck it off and allow it to fall to the floor in front of me. When he reaches around and cups my tits in his hands, I moan, making both Zav and Victor groan. He spreads his fingers, then squeezes my nipples between them, making me gasp.
Zav grips my throat and forces my head back to meet his stare. “Who do you belong to, sparrow?” he asks as he cups my pussy with his free hand, making me lurch onto my tiptoes.
“You,” I breathe out.
“Wrong!” Victor snaps, then grabs my hair and yanks me away from the guys. I cry out in pain as he drags me toward his desk. He swipes it clear with his other arm, then yanks me forward, making me cry out in pain. “Get your fucking ass on the desk, legs open.”
I suck in a sharp breath when he releases me. I lift my leg to obey his command but stop when Trent speaks. “Lose the thong and shoes.” I kick my shoes off and shimmy out of my thong but just to be a tease, I snatch the soaked lace off the floor and bring it to my nose and inhale. I moan at the scent of my ownarousal. Victor snatches the lace from my hand, then shoves it in my mouth.
“Can’t have my brothers hearing you scream,” he says, then swats my ass, making me yelp around the lace in my mouth. I climb onto his desk, balance my heels on the edge and open my legs. All three of them groan at the sight of my dripping cunt. Zav moves around the back of the desk and grips my shoulders, holding me in place. I find it odd but don’t protest until Victor shrugs off his cut and places it over the back of the chair, then reaches into the back of his waistband and pulls out a fucking gun!
CHAPTER TWELVE
ZAVIER
She jerks forward, trying to escape, but I hold her in place. She tries to close her legs but Dad darts forward and stops her. She shakes her head side to side, mumbling incoherent shit but is rendered silent when he presses the barrel against her chest. She is as stiff as a statue when he starts trailing the gun across her tits, her breathing erratic. Her chest rises and falls in quick succession.
“Do you trust me, kitten?” Dad asks in a gruff tone, as he continues to slowly trail the gun down her stomach. Fear is evident in her features. Trent keeps his face blank of all emotions when she looks to him for help. She inhales through her nose and looks at Dad, then nods curtly. “Remember that,” he grits out, then drags the gun through her folds. She jerks and whimpers around the gag.
“What a pretty little cunt,” Trent praises as he reaches and parts her pussy, making her tremble. Dad positions the barrel at her entrance, then flicks his eyes up to lock onto hers.
“Fear, pain and pleasure, kitten,” he says evenly, then pushes the gun inside her, making her back arch and a strangled sound pull free from around the gag. She’s panting and trembling. I look over at Trent to find his gaze transfixed on her cunt. Helooks ravenous and ready to claim her. When he looks up and locks eyes with me, I growl.
“Get the fuck over here and get on your knees,” I snarl. He releases his hold on her cunt and rounds the desk. I turn my hips to the side to give him access. He makes quick work of freeing my cock, moaning at the sight of pre-cum coating the head. He darts his tongue out and swipes it away, moaning and making me hiss. I look back at Taylor when she cries out. Dad is fucking her with his gun, her legs trembling from the force. “Fuck!” I hiss when Trent wraps his lips around my cock and sucks me all the way to the back of his throat.
“You like this, don’t you?” Dad asks as another cry of pleasure erupts from her, her features scrunched and her eyes are half lidded.
“Hmmmm,” she answers. I want to run my fingers through Trent’s hair and tug on the strands the way he likes, but I can’t trust her not to move. Instead, I thrust forward and growl my approval when he loosens his jaw and grips my thighs, allowing me to claim control. This is how it is when it’s the two of us. Trent submits to me.
Taylor turns her head to the side to watch Trent suck me off, but yelps in pain when Dad slaps her cheek, making her snap her gaze back to his furious one.
“You keep your fucking eyes on me.” When she doesn’t answer, he slaps her again but this time she moans and arches her chest. “You like it rough, don’t you, kitten?”
“Hmmhmm,” she says and nods her head. “Ahhhh,” she screams out when Dad pushes the gun inside her harder. I remove one hand from her shoulder and cover her mouth. Dad nods, smirks, then ups his tempo. My hand helps mute the sound of her cries. I have to bite down on my lip to keep from making a sound when Trent scrapes his teeth along my cock. Thefucker looks up at me and winks, he knows I love the bite of pain and wants to push me over the edge.
“Your ass is mine tonight,” I snarl, then pull my cock out of his mouth. I push Taylor flat on her back so her head hangs over the edge of the desk and remove my hand. I yank the thong from her mouth and replace it with my cock. “Shit,” I bark out as her hot mouth swallows me.
I reach down and twirl her nipples between my fingers. She’s moaning around my dick, telling us she is close to coming. Dad keeps his pace and doesn’t alter it. She chokes on my dick when Dad pinches her clit with his free hand, making her buck her hips and scream around me as she comes.
Dad yanks the gun free, then drops to his knees and buries his tongue inside her cunt, tasting her release. I jerk forward until I am fully in her mouth, making her choke. She flails her arms and smacks me on the chest, trying to get me to move so she can breathe. I remain where I am for a second, before I finally pull out of her mouth at the same time Dad rises to his feet.
She gasps and sucks in a deep breath, tears stain her cheeks. “Fuck,” she breathes out as she lifts her head and looks at Dad. “I’ve never come that hard before,” she admits through pants.
“The fear adds to the pleasure, kitten,” he says as he frees his cock and begins stroking himself. Her breath hitches at the sight. “You get all three of us.”
“Fuck yes,” she breathes out. I remain where I am while Trent strips off his clothes, then slides onto the desk beside her. She takes his cue and straddles him. She rises onto her knees and grips his cock in her hand, then lines it up with her pussy and slowly sinks down onto him. She winces in pain and tries to mask it but I growl.
