"Tell me who this cunt belongs to," River demands, his body slick with perspiration, as he moves inside of her, causing the headboard to slam against the wall now with his deep, violent thrusts as he loses control. "Say it, Livy. Tell me who this cunt belongs to, scream it out loud, baby. Let the whole world know it's mine."
I want to immediately bash his head in. How fucking dare he think he can take what's mine? She belongs to me,only me,and if I choose to share her with him, that's something completely different. The moans slipping from Olivia's lips are doing unhinged things to me. I can feel the beads of precum weeping down my cock, and I tighten my hold on my large, stiff shaft, pressing on my piercings, and bite down on my lip to suppress my own groans of pleasure. No matter how angry I am at both of them, there's no denying that watching them is hot as fuck.
"I'm not letting you out of this bed until you scream it, and cum on my cock, Hellstorm. We can stay here for the rest of our lives as far as I'm concerned," River growls. I take a step further into the room, but the two of them are so intertwined,and lost in their lust for each other, that they don't even notice. "Say it!" River demands and leans forward, so I can't hear what he says next, and that infuriates me further. What the fuck is he whispering to her? Is he making promises to save her from me? He can't, he must know that. Both my best friends have become traitors, and that shreds me.
"Yours, my... cunt... isyours," Olivia screams, the sound vibrating off of all the walls, and it both cools my blood, and causes my rage to grow to an epic level of obliteration. I'm going to fucking kill him. He's taking his last breaths as he cums inside of her pussy that belongs to me. I take all the necessary steps to reach them, but they're still too lost in their euphoric state to notice the predator within their midst.Big. Fucking. Mistake.
"I beg to fucking differ, she and her cunt belong to me. Don't you agree,sister?" I try to hold on to my control, but it's fucking useless. It's like a dam of violence breaks within me, and I whip my arm out, and slam my fist into my best friend's surprised face. He tumbles off the bed naked, legs sprawled, and cock dripping with their combined juices, as he tries to understand what's happening. Olivia scrambles up from the bed, grabbing at the sheet to cover her nakedness, but I'm not fucking having it. If he could look his fill, and touch what's mine, then so can I. I yank the sheet away from her as she screams obscenities at me, demanding that I go fuck myself, and leave the room.Yeah, that's not fucking happening.
"WHAT THE FUCK, CROSS! WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?" River rages, standing firm, and bumping my chest with his naked one. His hard cock brushes against mine, tenting in my pants, as his green eyes glitter like shards of glass, ready to slice me open for daring to hit him. It makes me want to strike him again, and I shove him hard, forcing him to take a step backward before I strangle him.
"She belongs to you, does she? I never took you for delusional, after all, that's Damon's domain,brother," I hiss through my teeth, as my eyes take in his flushed appearance.
"STOP THIS! Both of you get the fuck out of here now!" Olivia demands, throwing pillows, and whatever else she can get her hands on, at the two of us.
"I didn't mean it like that! Fuck, what is the matter with you?! You fucking hit me, Cross!" River swings out and catches me in the jaw with his right hook, and the sting vibrates through my skull, bringing with it a hint of pleasure, and I almost beg him to do it again. Before I can retaliate, the bedroom slams open with force, splintering off the frame, and an unhinged, drunken Damon stares at us with a gun leveled in his hand.
"What the... fuck is going... on in here?" He slurs. Both River and I instinctively move to block Olivia from the path of a discharging bullet, and that seems to be hugely amusing to Damon, who breaks out into sinister laughter, while the gun shakes in his grip, still pointed at us. "Oh... fuck, you two are fighting... over... pussy?"
"Pussy!You deranged psychopath, I'll show you pussy!" Olivia lunges off the bed and makes it around both mine and River's bodies, before we can intercept her from heading straight for Damon, with violent intentions, and the base of a lamp wrapped in her tight fist.
"Fuck, unhinged princess, you're giving me a hard on. I don't think that's very wise of you right now, unless you want to play with my gun."
CHAPTER 39
OLLY
My jaw hits the floor at Damon's words, as I take in his current disheveled appearance. My hand hesitates in the air, with the metal lamp base ready to pummel him, but I get one whiff of the strong alcohol fumes coming off of him, and see the unsteadiness of the hand holding the gun he's still brazenly pointing at us, and I reconsider my actions. Fuck, this guy is mentally unstable on a good day. Add being intoxicated to the mix, and it's a deadly combination. Do I want to risk getting shot, on top of everything else they've already put me through? This is all a nightmare I can't seem to escape from.
"Put the fucking gun down, Damon, before you shoot someone!" River demands as he takes a step toward me, prompting Cross to growl and curl his lip like a feral animal, his hands rising, as if he's prepared to swing at River once again, regardless of our current predicament. Well, shit, I'm not sure if I should be more afraid of Damon or Cross at this point.
"That's the... fucking point... of a gun," Damon slurs and waves it around, and River tackles me to the ground, the air whooshing out of my pain-filled chest, as the lamp base goes flying away from my grasp. His hand cradles my head to preventany impact with the floor, but his heavy, naked body crushes me nonetheless. A pained cry leaves my lips with terror, and Cross roars loudly, stepping forward and yanking the gun right out of Damon's hand, as the psychopath grins, like he's watching an episode of reality TV instead of threatening people with a weapon.
"You're a danger to yourself and everyone else, Damon. Get your shit together and stop fucking drinking!" Cross yells as he pockets the gun, and turns back toward River and me as I dig my elbow into River's chest, trying to get him to release me from his crushing embrace, as my ribs protest every movement and constricted breath of air. I almost want to laugh at the fact that I hadn’t felt any pain when he was giving me orgasms, but now my aching body is reminding me vividly of the shape I’m in, all thanks to the three of them.
"Get off of me!" I screech, my voice loud and menacing. Instead of immediately complying, River digs his lower body further into mine, until I can feel his hardening cock pressed between my asscheeks.Oh hell no.
"No offense, Livy, but I'm really happy right where I am at the moment. Your body is not only sexy as fuck, but it's also comfortable to lie on." All I see is red at his words. It's like waving a flag in front of a raging bull. I'm sick of these assholes thinking they can manhandle me. I release a grunt as I try to buck him off of me, but the idiot wraps his arms tighter around my frame while the other two watch. I can see Damon leering as he observes my struggle, and if the tension in Cross's body is anything to go by, we're about to have further violence. I try to headbutt River, but he dodges. "Whatever happened to girls being able to take a fucking compliment? Come on, pretty girl, stop trying to hit me, or I'll slip back inside of you and make you moan."
No, he fucking didn't just say that! I no longer care who's watching, or of the possible consequences to my actions, never mind that I'm still naked, in a room with three psychotic men who kidnapped me. I raise my right hand, and use the back of it to connect with River's nose as hard as I can. He screams in pain, releasing me, which works to my advantage as he lifts enough for me to slip from underneath him, as he clutches his bleeding nose.
"And I'm the violent one," Damon gruffs, as I use my hands to attempt to cover my nakedness, before Cross tosses me a throw blanket from one of the accent chairs in the room. He quirks a dark eyebrow, as if he expects me to thank him for his kindness. It will be a cold day in hell before that ever happens.
"Get out of here, now! All of you!" I scream, inching my way closer to the discarded lamp, my only available weapon. Fuck, I should have gone for the knife hidden under the mattress. I watch cautiously as River rises to his feet, unabashedly naked, and still pinching his nose to stem the bloodflow. Honestly, I have little to no hope that any of them will listen to me. I prepare myself to have to fight them off, even as exhaustion drags at me. Damon raises his eyebrow condescendingly at me, and turns to see Cross's reaction, and I spy River doing the same, as if he's waiting for a command to attack from their de facto leader. If my only hope is to appeal to my stepbrother's humanity or conscience, I'm fucked. He doesn't have either.
"Be downstairs in the kitchen in ten minutes, violent little psycho, or I will come back up to get you, and you won't enjoy that." Cross narrows his glance as he meets mine, and in the depths of his dark mocha eyes, I witness how much he hopes I'll disobey him, so he has another opportunity to hurt me. "And, Olivia, wash River’s fucking cum off of you."
Heat flushes up my body, and I can feel my face going bright red. His words make me realize that I do, in fact, have cumdripping down my inner thighs. Oh my fucking god, that asshole came inside of me without a damn condom, and I allowed that to happen. Where the hell was my brain at? It has to be a moment of temporary insanity. Jesus, how many STDs have I just caught? It's on the tip of my panicked tongue to ask River when he last got tested, but before I get the chance, a loud banging catches all of our attention.
"Who the fuck could that be?" River questions, grabbing his discarded boxers and slipping them on, while Damon watches like a depraved fiend, even going so far as to lick his lips at the sight of River's semi-hard cock.Why is he semi-hard? Is he getting off on all of this?God, why do I have to be surrounded by perverts?
Cross storms out of the room, with Damon and River quickly on his heels, and lacking some much-needed brain cells, I follow immediately behind them, after wrapping the blanket tightly around myself. The banging gets louder and louder, as we race down the stairs toward the front door. It's as if someone's throwing themselves at it, trying to break it down and get in. Then I catch the furious voice shouting through the thick wood.What. The. Hell?
"Lavender!Lavender, I know you're in there! I'm coming, baby, I'll fucking kill them all! You hear me, fuckers, I'm going to end all of you if you're hurting her!" Sim bangs again, and we hear the loud crack of wood splintering, as he continues to try to breach its strong hold and gain access inside. Cross gives me a dirty look, as if I'm somehow responsible for this shit happening, as he forces the door open, just as Sim goes to slam once more into it, and he ends up falling through it, landing on his hands and knees on the polished marble floor. "Fuck!" he groans as he stares up at me from the floor. "Lavender! Thank fuck, baby!"
"What the hell do you think you're doing here, Melfort?" Cross questions, the gun pulled out of his pocket, and pointedright at Sim's head. My throat closes with panic as I watch the two of them, and my worry for Sim just escalates further, as the other two move in closer, like sharks smelling blood in the water.
Sim doesn't even look concerned at the weapon pointed at him, as he rises to his feet gracefully. He gives Cross a dismissive look, which causes a tic to start jumping in Cross's jaw. "I'm here to savemy girl." The way he just declares that, as if he has every right to, and no fear, makes my chest clench, and my mouth go bone dry.
