And I’ve never felt more powerful.
10
Rory
NO GIRL HAS EVER PLAYED WITH US.
CITIZEN SOLDIER PLAYLIST
“Madhouse”
Fuck, I can’t wait to sink my monster cock into her tight hole.
Kinship rule means I must wait. Raphael goes first. I go last…for obvious reasons. The other boys will get her nice and stretched for big Red. And this sociopathic sadist will feast on her sweet cunt, knowing she will be burning sore, her pretty pussy pounded to hot, ground flesh.
That’s Level 2.
She took my goddamn flesh. I’ve taken hers.
Half of me fantasizes about breaking her, snapping those pretty white bones, spending all night in this blood sport until Raphael is ready to strangle the life out of her and toss her corpse into the pit where we buried our sins. Half of me wants her to survive.
It’s the first time I’ve ever wanted a girl to survive. Why did it have to be this mouthy, rock-throwing, ear-biting, tye-dyed-haired Firecracker? I cracked the whip harder than ever. She still spat her fire even with the blood gushing from her wounds. She still played her games.
We’ve always played with them. No girl has ever played with us.
It won’t last long. They never last long.
Her nipples are so damn red from the clamps.
As I kneel before her heart-shaped ass, welted red from my whip, I part those cheeks to find her anus. Such a tiny rosebud begging to be ruined by my dick. I’m such a glutton for ass play.
And there is her cunt, so red, so puffy, glistening with her fluids. The clit is inflamed and begging to be tortured.
The second Raph mentions the brand to Seth, I snap up and grit my teeth, grinding my jaw because our alpha won’t put so much as a match in my hands again. Can’t say I blame him after I burned down our first cabin.
The ring gag clatters to the floor. And Raphael’s hands replace mine on her ass. I narrow my eyes, seeing something… different in his expression for once. Eyes deeper and darker. An unrecognizable hunger that goes beyond using and abusing. It’s like…oh, hell.
It’s more than power. More than just proving his control. It’s like he wants to claim her, keep her, own her. Goddamn, it’s so fucking hot…because it’s so fucking dangerous.
Not one girl has ever lasted the night.
I make my way around her unconscious body, leering. Not about to miss a thing. He dips his cock into her folds, puts it at her entrance, then thrusts, burying himself inside her.
We’re all surprised when she comes to. I stroke my beard, intrigued since I’d expected her to only snap up with the brand.
Fuck me! Nothing else exists in this moment for Raphael but her. And her normal rage, that fire in her, has melted to a molten liquid. So pretty. Tears like her own language of prayers and pleas. Begging him to end it? Or begging him to never stop?
I clench my jaw, shaking my thoughts loose. In the end, they all beg for death. She will be no different. Her bones will join the others.
The smell of smoke curling in the air distracts me. Seth approaches, and Raphael gives him the signal.
“Stay with me, Briella,” Raphael directs her, his voice sharp with the command. “Give me your pain.” He grips her chin and pulls it to his neck. “Bite me. Bleed me. As we burn you.”
Her back is a ruin from my whip. And now, I leer at her, ready to breathe in that sweet scent of sizzling flesh. Seth approaches deftly, the iron hot and glowing with our insignia of five-corded chains looping in an unbreakable circle.
The little Lass doesn’t close her eyes, but she obeys and opens her mouth on his neck. The closer Seth gets, the more my muscles bulge in anticipation. My cock throbs. Jude is tense on one side of me. Vincent’s practically a bulging boulder against the wall. Raphael ejects to the tip, looking down, holding her gaze.
Bloody fuck! Is that…bloodon his dick? Eh, virgin or not makes no difference to me. Probably will to him.
