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It’s as that thought crests that Rex’s hand glides down my stomach, over my pubic bone, his middle finger finding my clit. Rough circles dance over the swollen flesh and heat gathers in my lower belly, threading through my limbs, sinking into me like I couldn’t stop it if I tried. And that’s fatal, because I don’t want to. I don’t want to stop it and that’s the thought that makes me come.
A slow unfurling climax rocks through me, firing through my blood at a lazy pace, but I tighten hard around them all the same. My pussy clenching tight around Rex as he pounds into me one last savage time, before pulling free, his cum painting my lower spine, my dress shoved halfway up my back, and Flynn’s salty musk floods my mouth. I swallow it down, spluttering at the volume, his cock still tight in my throat as I swallow around him.
They both pull out of me, Rex’s cum dripping down my back, Flynn’s thumb catching a small drop of his own that escapes my lips, pushing it back inside, before they both move away from me.
King instantly takes their place, stepping in front of me, his light grey eyes glinting under the warm glow of the torch in his hand, something he silently places beside me as he bends towards me, tipping my chin up to him.
“Raiden,” I whisper, my bottom lip quivering as searing heat fills my eyes, but he’s my protector. “What did I do wrong?”
King stares down at me, my insides swirling with want and panic. I think about the first night we met. The way he offered me light then too. He was my saviour. And now we’re just… this.
His lips part, his expression blank. I can’t get a read on him at all. King licks his lips, shoving his hands in his pockets with a loose shrug, clenching his jaw, he looks away from me, down the still empty track.
Cold air whirls around me, whipping my hair across my face, the thick strands slashing at my skin like knives. I, too, stare down the length of the track, peering into the darkness, listening to the near silence surrounding us. We’re in the middle of nothing but trees and night and I wonder if I’ll ever get off of this track.
Slowly, I rove my gaze back onto King. I peer up at him, hopeless and desperate. Seeking something, anything.
And I suppose he gives it to me.
Silently, he moves around me, taking Rex’s place, his hands brushing my sticky skin as I wobble in place, hands still bound at my back. King shoves down his joggers, his cock hard and hot, tapping at my spine. He says nothing as I hear him spit in his hand, feel him grab his cock, working his saliva down his length. He breathes hard, one of his hands curling into mine, holding onto the fabric that binds me, he slams inside of me, a scream piercing the air through my gritted teeth as his hips punch into mine.
Body bowing forward at the rough intrusion, his hold on my hands yanks me back into him as he fucks me hard and fast, my brain rattling around inside my skull.
“I could kill you,” he grunts into my ear, and it’s like relief.
Hope.
Do it.
My knees dig into the shingle and frozen earth beneath me, thighs straddling a wooden plank, but I don’t feel the razor sharp stones breaking skin, the cold seeping into my bones. I don’t focus on the man I trusted at my back, fucking me without a care in the world while his friends, his brothers, watch. I don’t think about the very real prospect of a train racing down this clearing and splattering me into pieces against its windshield.
Instead, eyes open, vision glazed over, I think of the cupboard. The darkness. The pool of red surrounding my mother, the broken lamp, shattered glass. And I let myself fall into it. Even as I start to feel the way King’s free hand begins to stroke down my thigh, his grip careful and possessive. Like he’s trying to comfort me, he’s murmuring death in my ear as he fucks me harder, faster, harder again, and his hand is planted on my chest, over my dress, directly atop my heart and I know he can feel how it hammers ruthlessly against his palm.
I hear nothing he says to me, whispers in my ear, I block them all out, focusing on the drumming of my pulse as Bennettsteps up in front of me, taking out his cock, and shoving it into my mouth, all without looking at me.
Something is snapping and breaking, rotting, inside of me, putrid, decaying, and it feels like it's my sanity.
Chapter 33
POPPY
King comes in his hand, leaving me cold and trembling as he stands up, rejoining his brothers, thankfully not dragging it out longer than it needed to be. All of this punishment for an unknown crime I don’t know I’ve committed.
Bennett pulls out of my mouth, taking his place at my back, silent and sullen with eyes darker than pitch, and I hardly feel it when he thrusts into me. His fingers tightly curled over my hips, the fabric of my dress clenched between his teeth, his nose to the nape of my neck.
He fucks me coldly, detached, like he’s bored, trying to get it over with and I’m glad, because the tears that fill my eyes are barely clinging on and I don’t want them to see it. I don’t want to show it.
Lynx steps up in front of me, a sneer on his mouth, hate in his eyes. It makes my heart clench, a tightness to my chest that aches and stabs and unfurls like razor sharp talons, hooking deep, and ripping into muscle.
My breathing is rough, pussy sore, but the look on Lynx’s face is my undoing.
He doesn’t close the couple of feet between us, just unzips his jeans, takes out his cock, but I don’t look, even as I see his shoulder rise and fall with a steady rhythm.
I don’t tear my gaze from his face.
Those narrowed eyes shining more red than brown in the shadow of night, the devil throwing himself into Lynx, pushing himself to the forefront.
Lynx is just on the other side of the metal rail, my head tilted back, chin up, eyes wide on his. He holds my gaze as his older brother fucks me from behind, my entire being numb to everything but the way he looks at me.
