Knowing his father’s cum is still buried deep inside my pussy, only serves to heighten my desire. He keeps fucking me like I’m a cheap whore and I love it.
“You like being our dirty little slut, don’t you?” he growls.
“Y-yes! I fucking love it,” I scream. Trent shrugs my legs off his shoulders then lets them rest in the crook of his elbows.
“Wrap your arms around my neck.” I lean forward and do as he says. I squeal in surprise when he lifts me and turns to the side. I lock eyes with Victor over his shoulder. A gasp slips out of me when I feel Zav at my back. I move to turn and look back at him but Trent growls, halting my move. “You keep your fucking eyes on me. You get what we give and nothing more, you filthy slut.” His dark promise and vulgar words send a shiver down my spine. When I feel Zav glide his fingers through my cheeks, I suck in a sharp breath at the cold liquid I feel.
“Lube, baby,” Zav growls in my ear. I dart my tongue out and moisten my lips. This is really going to happen, I’m about to havetwo out of three of them inside me at once and I can’t wait. I try to remain relaxed and not tense as Zav pushes two fingers inside my ass. It doesn’t hurt like it did last time with Trent.
If anything, I just feel… full and ready to experience this moment with them. We may be at odds with each other but the truth is, I trust them completely.
CHAPTER EIGHT
TRENT
She was sculpted to fit us.
This moment has been one I’ve dreamed about for years. I love the sight of longing in Zavier’s eyes as he fingers her ass, making sure she is good and ready for him. I’m biting back groans as her pussy is clamping down on my dick so fucking good, it’s making it hard to remain in control and not just fuck her. I was already on edge from watching Dad destroy her cunt. I had no idea he was such a twisted fucker when it came to sex but I won’t lie, the sight of him slapping her and spitting in her mouth had me rock fucking hard.
Zavier pulls his fingers free and squirts some lube onto his dick. While she was distracted with me, that sneaky bastard took off and grabbed some KY. The second he came back and held the tube up for me to see, I knew what he wanted. Once he’s lathered himself enough, he lines his cock up and slowly pushes inside her. The sight of her mouth parting, the way her eyes widen and the flush that flows through her entire body is a sight I want burned into my mind forever. She looks fucking beautiful.
Our perfect little slut.
“Holy fuck,” she pants as Zav eases inside her.
“Nothing holy about this moment, kitten,” Dad deadpans in a gruff tone. I know that bastard is loving this shit as much as we are. He can try and play it cool and act unaffected, but it's horseshit.
“Zavier… please,” she pants, digging her nails into the back of my shoulders, making me hiss.
“Please what?” he grits out through clenched teeth. I can see the strain on his face. It's killing him not to slam inside her, but he wants to drag it out and make her suffer.
“I need you to… Fuck, I don’t know!” she screams. She’s flustered and the sight of her so out of sorts only adds to my smug satisfaction.
“Take it,” Zav snarls, then slams inside, making her arch her back into him and her chest into my face as she screams. Dad gave clear orders, but fuck it. I lean down and bite the soft flesh of her tit, causing her to scream louder in pain. Zav doesn't wait, he draws back and thrusts into her again. I release her tit and meet his next thrust with the same intensity. Her nails dig into my skin harder, making me groan at the sting of pain mixed with the pleasure riding through me.
Zav and I are matched in our movements. Her legs lock around my elbows for support as we plow into her. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. Her cries of pleasure mount. When Zav meets my gaze, I feel it. The burn of his emotions flowing through me like they are my own. I see everything he tried to keep hidden from me and I understand now.
He couldn’t commit to me or say those three words because half his heart belonged to someone else.
He is a quiet fucker and never expresses his feelings, but to be loved by someone like Zavier Valentine is like being blessed by Lucifer himself.
Zavier will sin for you.
Kill for you.
Take a hundred lashings without complaint.
To love and be loved by him is a gift, a gift she spat on. With that thought in mind, I thrust into her with such force that Zav stumbles back a step. I spot Dad out of the corner of my eye stepping toward us. When he lifts his hand and I see the butcher’s knife in his grasp, I stop moving. Zav does the same when he spots it. Taylor’s cries lessen as she slowly lifts her head and follows my gaze to the side.
“What the fuck?” she breathes out. When Dad presses the knife against her throat, fear shines brightly in those green eyes. Dad looks like a crazed motherfucker. I hold still waiting to see what he plans to do next.
“Fear, pain and pleasure mixed together is one of the most sinister things you can experience when in the bedroom.” She swallows audibly but remains silent when he presses the blade harder. She winces as a droplet of blood glides down the column of her neck. “Remain still, feel what they can do to you but just know, the moment you disobey my order is the moment your pain then becomesmypleasure.”
Dad shoots me a look telling me to move. The euphoric high I was just riding has abated and now I’m more focused on him cutting her than I am about blowing my load inside this cunt, burying my mark deep inside her. I draw back and push inside which just earns me a growl from my father.
“Fuck her,” he snaps. Her bottom lip trembles but she bites down on it to stop herself from crying and looks at me.
“Do it.” The conviction in her tone is what it takes for me to recover. I pull back and thrust inside her. She releases her lip and moans. Zav grabs her waist in a punishing hold and matches my tempo. It takes seconds for me to lose myself in her and the feeling of her wrapped around me. Dad fists her hair and tugs her head back with his free hand. “Oh fuck,” she pants.
