“I don’t want to be family—” He spins around and pins me with a scowl. I snap my mouth closed as he stalks toward me with purpose, only stopping when there is a sliver of space between us.
“Why? Because you want our cocks?” He snorts but doesn’t give me a chance to answer. “Mine’s always been yours but it wasn’t the only one you wanted, so you ran like a fucking pussy becauseDaddyturned your ass down and hurt your feelings.” I jerk back as if he struck me.
“Fuck off with your mind fuck bullshit, Zavier.”
“Keep saying fuck off and I will chain your ass to that bed and give you the fucking I have been dying to for years.” Need pulses through me. Fuck it, let’s play. I grip the hem of my shirt and tug it over my head. He says nothing when I unclasp my bra and toss it to the side. I kick my shoes off next, then reach for the button on my jeans. “Take those off and I won’t stop this time. I’ll sink my cock deep inside that cunt and fuck you like a cheap slut.”
I shiver at the promise in his words and slowly tug my zipper down, then push my jeans down my legs and kick them to the side. I close the space between us and press up onto my tiptoes to ghost my lips over his.
“Make me your slut, Zavy baby,” I purr.
I squeal when he smacks his hands on my naked ass and squeezes, forcing me higher onto my tiptoes. I wait for him to taunt me with his words and tease me some more, but instead he seals his lips to mine and claims my mouth. My arms lockaround his neck, then I push off the ground and lock my legs around his waist, relishing the feeling of him pressed against me.
He walks us over to the bed, then we’re falling. He braces his arms on either side of my head so he doesn’t crush me with his weight. I stare up at him, hungry and ready for him to take me.
“Don’t run. We know the rules. You aren’t just one of ours, you belong to us all.” I don’t get a chance to mull over his words as he smashes his mouth on mine, rendering me thoughtless as he consumes me. I’m too eager and on edge to drag this out. I reach between our bodies and fumble slightly as I pop the button on his jeans and peel the zipper down. I moan when I feel the silky skin of his cock brush against my fingers. “Put my cock inside that cunt, I need to remind you who the fuck you belong to.”
His words stir the slut inside me who has longed for this, dreamed of it even. I line him up with my entrance. The instant he pushes forward and I feel him slide inside me, I moan. Zav is fucking huge, the man’s cock is like the size of a baby arm. The evil smirk on his face and the look in his eyes has me thinking he knows exactly what I was thinking and I can’t help but blush.
“Make no mistake, Tay Tay, this is about me and not you.” My eyes widen. They know I hate being called Tay Tay. It had always been a fucking stupid nickname kids at school would taunt me with. Before I can rip his fucking head off, he slams inside me. My fucking back arches off the bed like I’m being exorcised and I scream. It’s filled with pain but there is pleasure mixed with it.
My anger starts to simmer as he draws back and thrusts inside me again. He dips his head and wraps his mouth around my nipple, drawing a cry of pleasure from me as my pussy walls begin to clamp down on his dick. His growl of approval only serves to heighten my need. Zav’s thrusts are hurried and deep,he’s trying to prove a point here and I refuse to let him come without me.
“Fuck. You,” I pant out as he pushes back and stares down at me with an intensity only matched by the sun. You know you should look away but the beauty of it keeps you entranced and the burn on your retinas mean nothing because the burn is worth it. When his large hand moves and grips a pillow I frown. “What—” The words are cut off when he places it over my face and holds it there as he continues to fuck me. I lash out and try to hit him, but he grips my wrists in his other hand and holds them above my head.
“Punishment,” he snarls as I scream into the pillow when he slams inside me again. A moan tumbles out of me when he does it again, hitting that spot inside me perfectly. The lack of oxygen seems to only add to the heightened pleasure. I widen my legs wanting him deeper, I want to fucking feel him in my cervix. I need him to own me. I want his marks left on my body. I fucking crave the brutality that I know he is capable of.
My orgasm is right there ready to tear me apart, but Zav refuses to allow me to come. He knows how to manipulate my body. It’s one of the fucker’s secret talents, he can tell when I’m close before even I can.
“Fuck,” he groans as he thrusts inside me. I lock my legs around him, holding him in place as I lift my hips, grinding against him, chasing my own release. “You don’t come until I say,” he snaps in an icy tone that would have most men obeying, but not me. Zavier Valentine may be an enforcer for the BCB but the only thing he has ever enforced on me is taking his cock. I ignore his command and continue to grind against him but a scream of fright escapes me when I feel hands grip my ankles and unlock them from around his waist.
“It appears our family is quite dysfunctional, kitten.” I inhale sharply at the sound of Victor’s voice. “Be a good girl and listento what your brother says. If you behave, I might even eat his cum out of your pussy.”
Fuck me dead, Cupid just shot me with his fucking arrow and rendered my spiteful ass mute and compliant at Daddy’s command.
CHAPTER FOUR
VICTOR
I didn’t expect to come home to hear Taylor screaming my son’s name.
I debated leaving them to it for all of two seconds before I threw that idea out the fucking window. Zav was right, we all want her and there isn’t any point in fucking denying it. The girl is a siren and the three of us are powerless to resist her fucking call.
When I walked into her room and found my son balls deep inside her, I expected to feel jealousy, disgust or anger but instead, all I felt was arousal at the sight of him inside her, making her scream. When he noticed me in the doorway he just winked. I knew then he was okay with me being here and joining in on the moment.
The second she feels my touch on her skin, she jolts but at the sound of my voice a flush works its way through her body, and what a fucking work of art that body is. She’s flawless. She was never supposed to remain here with us but I couldn’t give her up when the time came.
I reach down and rip the pillow off her face, ignoring Zav’s growl—he may not want to look at her but I do. I may harbor the same anger as my sons but the need to watch her as she takeseverything he has to give is a sight I refuse to miss out on. Her green eyes lock onto mine. I see no uncertainty or reservations in her eyes, just pure unfiltered hunger.
I keep my face blank of all emotions as I reach out and trail my fingers down her side, making her shiver. A gasp slips free when Zav slams into her tight little cunt. My mouth waters for a taste. My wants in the bedroom are unhinged, I crave total control. I need her submission. I know Zav is the same way, I’ve heard him and Trent many times fucking. To the outside world they deem the two of them being together as wrong and sick, but what we don’t broadcast is that Trent isn’t biologically mine.
He was my best friend's son. When he was killed, I took Trent in and gave him my last name, raised him as my own and I’ve never considered him to be anything aside from my son. His mother was a crack addict and sold him to Harley after she gave birth, for a dime bag. The bitch is lucky she’s still breathing. If I’d had had my way, I would have strung her ass up and gutted her like a fucking pig!
“Oh fuck,” Taylor screams when Zav wraps a hand around her throat and squeezes.
“Fucking take it, you slut,” he yells as he fucks her like a savage. The vein in his forehead is bulging, telling me he’s about to bust a nut. He thrusts inside her twice more before he’s throwing his head back and roaring as he comes deep inside that pussy, filling her with everything he fucking has, marking her as his.
I plan to mark her myself.
