I swallow the lump in my throat, and take a small step forward, and then another, until I'm no longer in imminent danger of falling off the treacherous cliff, and allow my cold fingers to slide down the front of my body, cradling my round breasts and feeling my erect, hardening nipples against my palms. I force myself to swallow the cry that wishes to exit me, refusing to give him any more than I have to. His eyes follow every movement, as if he's entranced by my actions. His hand rises, his fingers pressing to his groin as he shifts himself. "Yes, we'll fill up all her holes soon, fill her with so much of our cum that it will pour out of her."
To his credit, he makes no attempt to actually reach out and touch me, but his dark gaze trails down my battered body, leaving heat in its wake, even though he's clearly speaking to something only he can see. "Beautiful, even when damaged. She'll look even more stunning when I wrap my belt around her throat, and stop her from breathing." He licks his lips, the silver ring piercing on his bottom lip moving with the action, as if he can already taste me, and his glance leaves my frame, meeting mine. "Get down on your knees, legs spread wide, and arms behind your back, each hand grasping the opposite wrist."
My mind rejects his demand, and I once again consider plummeting to my death. My need for vengeance wars with my need for survival, and the latter wins. I take a step forward, and he nods his head in warning not to attempt to run. I hold my breath as I shakily comply with his growled request, even though alarm bells are ringing in my head, warning me not to. When this is over, I'm going to enjoy killing him. I make myself the solemn vow as my fingers tremble, as I grasp my opposite wrists, and my knees meet the hard, cold ground. What self-respect I have left urges me to tilt my chin upwards in disgust, letting him know that he may have forced me to my knees, but in my eyes, he hasn't won; he'll never win. He takes the last step separatingus, and his hand finds my shoulder, digging into my flesh with strength and cruelty. My body goes still, and I almost believe for a moment that he's going to push me backward over the cliff, and these will be my final moments, but instead, his other hand wraps around my neck, tightening until I gasp. "Defiant even now, oh unhinged princess, you really are something." He leans forward, his warm breath skating over the side of my face. His tongue slides out and licks my dried tears from my cheek, and by his growl of satisfaction, I guess I must taste delicious.
His hand on my shoulder disappears, and I hear the sound of a zipper being opened. I don't dare break the connection between us, his eyes smouldering into mine, and hopefully mine are reflected back with hate. He tightens his cold fingers around my neck in a warning gesture. "Do as you're told, Olivia. As much as I love the fight in you, I'm barely hanging on to the monster within. Don't test my restraint. Open your mouth wide and take me to the back of your throat, if you want to live."
His cock appears in my peripheral vision, his fingers tightly grasped around the thick, hard length, and the rising sun reflects off a shiny piece of metal on its end.Prince Albert Piercing,my exhausted mind supplies, causing saliva to pool in the back of my throat and choke me. The crown of his cock, and the piercing, drag across my sealed lips, coating them in his salty precum. "Open, little monster, you don't want me asking again."
His voice is filled with a husky tone that does something to me, something unexplainable in my current predicament. My lips part slowly, my tongue lashing at the slit of his engorged, mushroom crown, and causing his breathing to gasp, and an erotic sounding moan to flee his lips. The little voice in my head is telling me to grasp onto him while he's distracted, and push us both off this cliff, but I ignore it.I will survive this, and then I’ll get even.
"Fuck, do that again," he demands, his breathing harder and ragged, and I comply with his request, before he pushes through my lips and I taste him on my tongue. He holds still for a moment, as if he's waiting for me to bite him, and when I don't, he hits the back of my throat like an asshole. The hold he has on my neck changes, and becomes more aggressive, forcing me to take each punishing thrust inside my mouth, until I'm choking on him. I hollow my cheeks in desperation and suck, hoping to slow him down, but there's no way to take all of him; he's too long and thick, and each time he forces his way down my throat, I feel the piercing against my tonsils, and it activates my gag reflex. Tears slide from the corners of my eyes, and meet the trails of spit pooling from the sides of my lips, before landing on my bare chest. His fingers find their way into my hair, yanking on the matted strands, as he uses his grip on my throat and hair to force my body to bow, so he can go deeper inside my throat. "Perfection,fuck look at how deep you're taking me. That's it, my little monster, swallow me down, like my perfect little slut."
This can't be happening. I didn't survive everything I did just to allow this.Hide. Go to our safe place, pretend you're not here, and you're safe somewhere else,my mind tries to offer, but I refuse to heed its request to disassociate from my body, to protect it from what's happening here. I want to remember every second, so when I get my vengeance, and I will, I won't forget all that I endured.
"What agood girlyou are, you're going to take me in all your holes, aren't you, my sweet?" His words should repulse me, but for some fucked up reason, they’re having the opposite reaction, and I’m choosing to blame it on Stockholm Syndrome, or pure insanity. I feel heat pooling in my stomach, and wetness coating my pussy lips. My nipples are hard enough to cut glass from the cold, and the fact that he's fucking my throat so roughly and fast that I'm starting to see white spots from the lack of air. Asif he can read my thoughts, his hand leaves my hair, and his long fingers take one of my hardened peaks between two fingers, pinching and twisting it until I gasp around his cock. He repeats the motion on the other breast, and now my tears are flowing even faster. Pain and arousal are mixing inside of me like a cyclone, as my whole body shakes, and I feel off balance, and like I'm going to drop backward. I release my grip on my wrists, and my hands grasp onto his thighs, my ragged nails biting into his flesh through the fabric of his pants, with terror. "Fuck yes, naughty girl, you disobeyed me, but I'm going to allow it. Scratch me up, make me bleed, baby," he moans, and releases some of the pressure on my throat, pulling back until only his tip is between my lips, and I can siphon air.
He uses his grip to push me backward on my knees, until my body is partially hanging off the cliff. My feet and calves, along with my shoulders and head, hang suspended, and the only thing preventing my body from entirely falling to the abyss below is his grip. His eyes meet mine, and I glimpse the madness that inhabits him. He's fighting an internal battle, and a part of him wants to push me off. I can see it as clear as day. "Your life belongs to me, little monster, remember that."
The leaves crackle behind him, filled with angry, quick steps. All sounds seem to cease when they spy us. I can't see their faces, and Damon doesn't bother to turn around to greet them. His glance is cemented to mine, and in its depths I witness the promise of more violence, if I try to prevent him from finishing. He slams into the back of my throat, forcing himself so far down that I'm terrified I'll puke, and my nose is pressed to his pelvis. Two, maybe three thrusts more, and his body goes stiff, a groan leaving his lips as he cums down my throat, and I'm forced to swallow it all, or choke to death. "That's it, little monster, you're doing so well taking all my cum. This pretty mouth was made to swallow my cock."
He pulls back, and uses his thumb to clean a drop of his cum off my lip, bringing it to his own lips and licking it off with a moan. "You'remine," he whispers so quietly I almost don't hear it.
The two figures flicker closer, their silence cloying and dangerous, as if they're two wolves circling their prey, waiting to attack to get their own pieces of me. Damon shifts slightly, his fingers trailing down my battered and bruised neck, and spreading the combination of my tears, spit, and his cum along my chest. I take as many deep breaths as I can, endeavoring to clear the lack of oxygen to my brain.
"You're getting out of the forest, unhinged princess, but not away from the wolves." Damon forces me off my knees with his grip on my hair, and I get my first glance at the expressions on Cross and River's faces. There's shock and hunger present on Cross's face, and if I'm not mistaken, a mixture of desire and regret on River's. Damon's other hand shoves me forward, in the middle of my back, forcing me in Cross's direction, and before I can stumble from my lightheadedness, Cross grabs me and pulls me close.
"You belong to Mayhem now, Olivia Springhill, you best remember that," my stepbrother says, his fingers gripping my biceps, ensuring I'll be covered in even more bruises tomorrow.
I realize then that this is not even close to being over. It doesn't matter if I run, or if I'm caught. These three,Mayhem,have no plans to let me go until there is nothing left of me. It's the last thought I have before darkness takes me, and for once, I hope I don't wake up.
CHAPTER 35
CROSS
River and I break through the clearing, and the sight that greets us has all the air in my lungs instantly vacating. Damon has Olivia on her knees, precariously close to the edge of a jagged drop, as he bows her body backward and fucks her face savagely, and she holds onto his thighs for dear life. Even from here, I can hear his grunts of pleasure, and her small, pained cries and choking sounds.
It hits me like a blade between the ribs, sharp, immediate, and humiliating. Damon is using her.Myprize. My stepsister. My obsession.I know she's not really mine in any way that counts, not in any way she'd ever claim, but the twisted, damaged thing coiled behind my ribs doesn't care about technicalities. It only cares about the sight ofhimtouching her, commanding her attention, drawing those sounds from her throat, sounds she swore she'd never let any of us take from her.
Fuck, jealousy burns hot, a fast and feral thing that wants to lay waste to everything around me, including my best friend, but beneath it lies something much uglier and more sinister:betrayal.Not necessarily hers, although allowing herself to get cornered by him on this cliff plays a part in it, buthis. My bestfriend, my brother, the man who is a part of my fucking soul. Damon knows precisely what he's doing. I know he feels my violent stare on the back of his neck, and he revels in it,the fucker.That little smirk he hides, the way he angles himself so I don't miss a thing, motherfucker is provoking me on purpose.Taunting.Claiming ground, he knows damn well I've already bled, and lost my control, for. The sickest part, the part that disgusts me most?I can't look away.He's made sure of it.
Every inch of her, every beautiful tremor, every ragged, desperate breath is a battlefield, a war she's fighting against our possession. Mayhem's not just Damon's, and he seems to have forgotten that. I ache to remind him with my fists, and see him bloody and on the ground before me. Seeing Damon's treacherous hands on her body, instead of mine, lights something wrathful in me that I can't name without choking on it. It's jealousy, yes, but also hunger. A dark, coiling desire to rip her away from him, to stake my claim deeper than he ever could, to show her exactly who she should be trembling for, and belongs to. Me,her stepbrother, her owner, her nemesis.I want to brand her as mine, every single delectable inch of her.The vengeful urge to push them both over the cliff almost causes me to take a step forward, but I force myself to remain still. I can't afford any further loss of control.
I hate that he's touching her and that, in a way, she's letting him. Even though I know that's not rational, and that she doesn't have a choice, given her current predicament. I despise that part of me that wants to step into the heat of her body, and take what Damon is savoring right out of his hands. The betrayal gnaws at me, sharp and acidic. Damon isn't supposed to get ahead of me, not now, not ever. I'm the fucking leader of our group. He isn't supposed to touch what I want first, at least not without permission, or a fight. Yet here he is, pushing every fuckingboundary, every rule we've ever set for ourselves,for her, and against me.
"That's it, little monster, you're doing so well taking all my cum. This pretty mouth was made to swallow my cock," Damon's voice crackles through the clearing, and I feel River stepping forward, the rage building inside of him radiating energy. I strike out, grasping his arm and halting his movement. When I stare into his eyes, I witness the same swirling of overwhelming emotions I'm currently writhing in. Fuck, this is messing all of us up. This woman is nothing but fucking trouble. A huge part of me wishes I had never laid eyes on Olivia Springhill. I have a dreadful feeling in the pit of my stomach that she's going to be our very destruction.
"Don't," I whisper to River, and after a moment of us locking eyes, brown warring with green, he angrily pulls back from my grasp, but doesn't continue forward. My attention returns to the pair in front of me, and I watch with trepidation as Damon leans closer to her, whispering something I can't hear. What is he telling her? Is he daring to promise her that she'll be safe from me? Would he turn his back on River and me for her? So many questions, and yet I have no answers. They all lie locked inside that psychopath's unhinged mind.
My hands clench at my sides, and my jaw locks so hard I feel my teeth creak. The possessive fury within me is so intense it's almost a heartbeat in my throat. Beneath all the rage is the truth I can't escape:I want her for myself. My thoughts are a vicious, jumbled mess. I want to tear Damon away from her, and at the same time, I want them both to look at me. I need them both on their knees, awaiting my demands. I require the control back, the power, the dominance, the right to decide how this night ends. I take a few steps forward, until I'm so close to them I can feel the heat radiating off of Damon's broad back. I watch as it flexes with awareness. He's always been the ultimate predator,and there's no catching him by surprise, well, that is, unless you're Olivia Springhill.
"You're getting out of the forest, unhinged princess, but not away from the wolves," Damon declares, making a choice that's not his to make. He uses his grip on her hair to force her to her trembling feet, and that's when she finally stares in mine and River's direction. What is that expression I see across her face? It's fear, but also something else, something stronger and determined. She's not done fighting yet. That knowledge sets a blaze of anticipation through me as I await her actions. Damon shoves her forward, and she stumbles. I quickly reach out, grab her, and prevent her from face-planting.
"You belong to Mayhem now, Olivia Springhill, you best remember that," I mumble, wanting to say more but biting my tongue and biding my time. This is not over, not for any of us. She arches, fear and defiance tangled in the same breath at my words, as her seafoam green eyes meet mine. Something molten and vicious unfurls in my chest as I stare down at her.Mine,blares through my head so loudly that no other thought is making it through.
Suddenly, one moment she's standing, and the next she's collapsing forward into a dead faint, and I have to grab and lift her slender, toned body into my arms, and cradle her against my chest. Her skin is frigid to the touch, her lips tinged in blue, and now that I'm closer, I see all the damage the chase through the woods has done to her. Fuck, I never meant to seriously hurt her. I just wanted to scare her, and gain control over her.What the hell have we done?
"Is she dead?! What the fuck did you do to her, Damon?!" River bellows, grabbing the front of Damon's shirt, and yanking him into his chest with fury.
