Then, Seth presses the brand to the soft, ripe, and red flesh of her ass. Her teeth sink in. Her scream is muffled. But her hips slam against Raphael’s, desperate for escape. But there is no escape. She takes him in deep. Fuck, such a feast between that swollen, red, gorgeous pussy sucking on my brother’s cock while Seth sears our brand onto her flesh. She breaks our alpha’s skin, screaming through the pain.
I count down. Three. Two. One.
Seth lets go, and—Goddamn mother-fucking Firecracker.
“She didn’t pass out this time,” Jude says, stepping toward me with his palm open. “Pay up.”
I bare my teeth in a snarl before surrendering the hundred dollars to him. He may have won, but we’re all equally surprised she didn’t pass out.
Now, she’s panting with her teeth still lodged in Raphael’s neck. I lean over, admiring the raised, puckered flesh of her ass,scalded with those chains. She’s our slave now. Marked forever, wearing the same pain we all share.
But she has a long way to go before she earns her place among us. If she does, then she will be royalty. Our Queen.
Any moment, I expect her to hiss, scratch, bite, and curse, but she doesn’t. Not even when Raphael roams his fingers along the bloody wreckage of her back. She breaks her hold to look at him, those pretty hazel eyes flicking up to his while he fucks her, thrusting in steady, deep movements. Love how half her purple hair is stained maroon from the blood, strands clinging to the wounds.
“Raph…” I growl low, my veins throbbing from my fists.
He doesn’t even look at me when he nods. She’s his universe right now. Fucking psycho. But at least he cleared me.
So, I don’t hesitate to get the silicone enema syringe and fill it with clean bottled water. Seth is still holding the iron poker, watching in fascination as Raphael fucks her. For fucks sake, they’re all a bunch of licked dicks unable to tear their eyes from her.
Rolling my eyes, I chuckle darkly as I squeeze one cheek, letting my fingers touch the brand. She lurches again, screeching and breaking her teeth’s hold. Raphael swallows her screech, but I can still hear the bloodcurdling scream when I insert the syringe into her fine ass and pump her full of liquid.
Preparing that sweet ass for my monster.
11
Briella
I’M LOSING MYSELF. PIECES OF ME BREAK OFF.
Citizen Soldier Playlist
“Still Breathing”,
“Just Be Happy”,
“Found”
No man has ever kissed me like this.
Not this all-consuming, fatal kiss that promises a host of little deaths and resurrections. Raphael mutilates me with this kiss in a far deeper way than the brand they gave me.
Endorphins and adrenaline are keeping me here, floating on such a high of indescribable pain. The cold water pumps inside me, sluicing and cleaning my entire orifice. It’s so uncomfortable. The heavy pressure grows until I feel little spasms, the fullness making me want to do nothing more than shit myself. I can’t. I can’t let that happen. Too mortifying.
Instead, I open for Raphael. I let him devour me. He tastes everything: my sweat, my salt, my essence, and the aftermath of blood still coating my lips. I try not to think of the other blood I know is there. He knows, too. He doesn’t care. Somehow, that helps. Because he doesn’t pretend it means something priceless. Stupid social construct. They already shed the blood on my back. Other than the burning pain, why should my pussy be any different?
I focus on the feeling of him pounding me, his cock hot and thick inside me. I breathe deeply, trying to relax my muscles.
Rory rubs one butt cheek, then gives it a mild slap. “That’s my dirty girl, all nice and full,” he says darkly, his mouth touching the still-hot, hurting brand. “Now, let it go, Lass. Be a good girl and let it out.”
I clench my eyes shut and focus on Raphael’s heated muscles, chiseled and sculpted. Not Vincent’s layers of packed brawn. Or Jude’s slabbed ones. No, the leader of this group looks like he’s honed every single one to the sharpest point of precision. Deeply cut abs, well-defined arms. Almost…regal. The kind that are built to capture, trap, and enslave forever.
He tilts his head, commanding my mouth with the power of his jaw. I’m a prisoner to his every move, his every thrust. With his hand anchored at the back of my spine so I can’t move, except for what he chooses, I am utterly under his power and control. Even as I work all my anal muscles trying to prevent every instinct that tells me to bear down, to let go, Raphael possesses me with his mouth.
A deep, hot ache washes over me as he drives himself harder and harder. His pace picks up, the rhythm growing. My pulse spins. The chains rattle from how hard I’m clenching my muscles with the metal cuffs biting my wrists.
He thrusts harder, faster, pumping in and out of my slick pussy. I’m gushing all over him. When he grips my hair and yanks my head back, I gasp. The maddening mouth, the blade of a tongue knifes along the curve of my throat. My body is swinging at his every whim.
