All traces of humor are wiped from my face and I clam up without meaning to. I know they are all angry I left but I didn’t have a choice. Victor made it clear I had to go. If I hadn’t listened to him, I wouldn’t be in this fucking mess and forced to come back here with my tail between my legs, begging for them to save my ass.
“My boyfriend—” At the mention of theBword, all three start growling and mumbling beneath their breath but I push on, ignoring them. “Killed someone in front of me.” Their ramblings die off instantly. Zav and Victor share a loaded look, while Trent turns stoic. Their silence is nerve-wracking, puts me on edge. “Can one of you say something?” I snap after a minute of tense silence.
Zavier is the one to look at me, the fury that flashes in his brown eyes has my breath hitching. “You chose to run from us because of the BCB and ended up fucking some cunt that was sloppy and killed a motherfucker in front of you?” It’s posed as a question but I know he isn’t expecting me to answer.
“Who is he?” Victor asks.
I nibble on the corner of my lip. “Hunter Frondozo,” I breathe out.
Trent barks out a laugh but there is no humor to it. “Jesus, you thought we were monsters.” He scoffs before continuing on. “If we’re the monsters, then that cunt is the devil. You shacked up with the heir to the Frondozo Mafia.” He begins to clap slowly. “Well done, sparrow, you spread your legs for a real keeper.”
“Fuck you!” I snap.
“We just did that,” Zavier fires back.
I snort. “Is that what this is about?” I spit. “You’re jealous because I was fucking someone else?” All of their expressions turn thunderous, making me laugh. “You want me?” I taunt as I grip the oversize band shirt I’m wearing and pull it over my head, leaving me in nothing but my thong. “Come take me, I’m right fucking here.” Trent and Zav both sit there with angry looks on their faces, not liking that I threw down the gauntlet.
Never one to back down from a challenge, I saunter forward until I’m standing in front of Victor with my back to his sons. His eyes are filled with warning not to tease. I shoot the big man a wink as I reach out and cup him through his jeans. He grunts but doesn’t utter a word or even show that he’s affected by my touch. I decide to play this game, but better.
I release him and step back. Then I turn and shove the potatoes to the side of the counter, before I hop up and shuffle back until I’m nearly on Zav. I pay him no mind as I focus on my stepdaddy. I skate my fingers down my chest, relishing in the way his eyes spark with hunger when I reach the apex of my thighs. I glide a finger over the top of my lace-covered pussy and let a moan slip free. I feel Trent and Zavier’s gazes boring into the back of my head, which just emboldens me to continue on with my show. I widen my legs, offering Vic a better view of my pussy as I push the material to the side.
He whistles between his teeth at the sight of my soaking cunt—whenever one of them is around you can guarantee I’m always wet and ready.
I push a finger inside myself, arching my chest forward and tipping my head back as I hum my pleasure. “Fuck, it feels so good,” I breathe out as I insert a second finger and continue to fuck my pussy while daddy watches me get off. His focus is locked onto my fingers sliding in and out of me. I use my thumb to apply pressure to my clit, and cry out as pleasure rolls through me at the feeling.
I gasp when a hand reaches around me and grips my throat in a firm hold, applying the right amount of pressure to make it hard to breathe but not cut off my airway completely. I tip my head back and whimper, which just drives Zav crazy.
“You keep your fucking eyes on me!” I snap my head forward at the command in Victor’s tone, the pure dominance has me even more fucking hot and needy. When he steps forward and plants himself between my legs, I shiver. “This conversation is over for now.” I bite back my smirk only for a gasp to slip free when he begins to undo his jeans. Holy fuck, this is really gonna happen!
He pushes them down his legs, exposing his cock. My mouth waters at the sight. He grips my legs and pulls me forward, forcing Zav to release his hold on me as my ass balances on the edge of the counter. I reach out to wrap my arms around Vic’s neck but the growl and the angry look in his eyes has me freezing.
“You don’t fucking touch me until I tell you to, got it?”
My eyes widen in shock. “Y-yes.”
“Grip the edge of the counter, this is about us and teaching you a lesson. If you manage to come, good for you. If not, that’s a you problem.” I swallow audibly. I know it’s meant to be a threat but honestly, all it’s done is turn me on even more. He flicks hiseyes up to look at his sons. “You don’t touch her tits or clit. This is a punishment.” Both of the assholes just chuckle and grunt their agreement. When Victor grips his cock and lines it up with my opening, I shiver. This is what I’ve wanted for years and that it’s actually about to happen—my thought is cut off by a scream when he thrusts inside me without warning.
“Damn, Pops,” I hear one of them say from behind me. Victor grips my shoulder in a bruising hold to keep me in place as he slams inside me like a rabid animal. All I can do is grip the edge of the counter to keep myself grounded and anchored, if this is his form of punishment then I’ll take it every fucking day of the week! His cock is filling me and stretching me out, the burn only adding to my pleasure. The sounds coming from me are gibberish, every word a jumbled mess. The sight of Victor thrusting inside me and watching the way his cock disappears inside my cunt only fuels my need.
“Fuck,” he grunts when my pussy clamps down on him. I feel my orgasm building and a part of me is terrified of it because I don’t know if I will be able to remain coherent if I come again so soon. My grip on the counter slips but the hold Vic has on me keeps me in place. “Open your mouth,” he snaps. Without hesitation I do as he says. When he bends forward I expect him to break his rule and kiss me, but he doesn’t. Instead he spits in my mouth. I swallow on instinct which has him looking at me with renewed hunger.
“Daddy,” I pant when I feel my climax rising. Victor’s eyes darken at me calling himdaddy. His thrusts change, they’re deeper and harder, which has me screaming like a fucking banshee. Before I can take a breath, the orgasm rips through me, unrestrained and so fucking powerful that it robs me of air and mutes my cries of pleasure. My vision turns dark as I ride the waves rolling through me. My mind is blank and my body is in full control.
When I’m slapped across the face, I snap back to the here and now. My eyes are wide with shock that Victor hit me. When he does it again, my shock is wiped clean, the revelation that I actually like it stumps me.
“Open!” he grits out. I open my mouth but this time I stick my tongue out wanting to catch his spit. He groans his approval when I moan at the taste of him when I swallow. “Kitten!” he pants. I feel his cock swelling inside me, he’s so close. I spy Trent out of the corner of my eyes, naked, but I make sure to keep my focus on Victor.
“Give it to me. Fill me with your cum and mark me as yours,” I grit out through clenched teeth as I cling to the counter. Victor flings his head back. The primal roar that escapes him has me seeing the real beast that lurks beneath the surface. A fine sheen of sweat coats my body, I’ve never been fucked that hard. I’m not opposed to it or anything like that, it’s just a new experience and one I am already dying to repeat.
He pulls out of me and I wince. He doesn’t even seem to care as he steps back and avoids making eye contact. Before I can shift or even budge, Trent is in front of me claiming the spot his father just vacated. A part of me thought Victor was joking and there was no way this was a team thing, but I guess I was wrong.
“Time to finally take what was meant to be mine,” Trent snarls as he tears the thong from my body, then slams inside me without warning. I scream half from shock and half from the bite of pain. All three of them are fucking large. I’ve only ever taken Zavier before tonight. Trent grins like he knows exactly what he did to me, but I also see the cocky look in his eyes as he looks up at Zavier. He wanted me to scream just to get under Zavier’s skin.
Trent grips my thighs and pulls me over the edge of the counter so my lower back balances on the edge. I reach out to grab his arms for support but he pins me in place with a look.
“Same rules!” he hisses. I shoot the bastard a glare and grip the edge of the counter. “Seems like I need to fuck some manners into you.” I open my mouth to come back with a witty retort, but he pulls back until only the tip remains inside me, then slams forward. My back slams into the counter, but the pain is nothing but a distant hum as that one stroke added fuel to the simmering fire of my previous release, making me gasp and arch my back in shock.
I’ve never had so much sex in one day. My body is screaming at me to take everything they have to give and beg them for more, while my mind is telling me it’s all too much. I spy Victor out of the corner of my eye, watching intently. Trent shifts my legs so they are flung over his shoulders. He grips my arms and uses the hold he has on them to slam inside me, hard and deep. An animalistic cry tears out of me. I feel fucking used but in the best way possible.
