I move through each of his fingers, remembering each time they violated me. With each scream, a piece of my past burns away. When blood spatters across my face, I don’t flinch.
This isn’t justice. It’s vengeance. And I’ve waited twelve years to taste it.
Blood spatters across my face as I drive the blade deeper into Henderson’s shoulder. His screams have grown hoarse, more animal than human. I should feel horrified by what I’m doing, but all I feel is power—a dark, intoxicating rush that fills the hollow spaces inside me.
“Look at her,” Cyrus murmurs to Ace, his voice thick with desire.
I glance back to find both brothers watching me with hungry eyes, their bodies tense. Ace’s jaw is clenched, a muscle jumping beneath the skin. Cyrus has already freed himself from his pants, stroking his cock lazily as he watches me work.
“You like what you see?” I ask, slicing another strip of skin from Henderson’s chest, revealing muscle beneath.
“We see you,” Ace says, his voice rough. “All of you.”
Something inside me cracks open at his words. No masks. No hiding. The darkness I’ve kept locked away my entire life is now on full display.
I carve another line into Henderson’s flesh, remembering each violation and everything he stole from me. His blood sprays across my chest, soaking through my shirt, and I feel Cyrus press against my back, his hardness evident.
“You’re just like us,” he whispers, lips against my ear. “Beautiful monster.”
Henderson’s eyes roll back. I drop the blade and turn in Cyrus’s arms, claiming his mouth with mine.
“I want you now,” I hiss, dragging Cyrus toward the wall. “Both of you.”
Blood-slick and savage, I slam my body against Cyrus while Ace tears at my clothes from behind. Henderson’s whimpers fade into white noise as my world narrows to the twins’ hands on my body—rough and demanding, matching the ferality clawing at my insides.
“Against the wall,” Ace commands, spinning me around.
Cyrus pins me there, lifting me as though I weigh nothing. My back hits the cold concrete—the same material that trapped me for six months when I was thirteen. But now I’m not trapped. I’m choosing.
“Both of you,” I demand, my voice unrecognizable even to myself. “Together. Now.”
Ace’s eyes lock with his brother’s, a silent communication passing between them.
“Spread her,” Ace orders, and Cyrus adjusts his grip on my thighs, exposing me.
“Look at him,” Cyrus growls in my ear, nodding toward Henderson’s broken form. “He sees what you’ve become. He sees who you belong to now.”
Cyrus lifts me away from the wall, and Ace positions himself behind me, his chest against my back, the head of his cock pressing against me. Cyrus shifts, both their erections nudging at my entrance. The stretch burns—too much, too big—but I crave the pain. Need it to match the chaos inside me.
“Take us both,” Ace demands.
I cry out as they breach me together, stretching me beyond what seems possible. The pain blooms into something else—sharp, electric pleasure that borders on agony. Their cocks slide alongside each other inside me, filling every empty space, pressing against nerves I didn’t know existed.
“You’re ours now,” Cyrus pants against my neck. “Not his. Never his.”
They move in perfect tandem, stretching me further with each thrust. Henderson’s blood is smeared across my chest, across the twins’ faces, where I’ve marked them with my kisses. The scent of copper fills the air.
“Fucking take it,” Ace growls, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise.
The fullness is overwhelming—both physically and in a deeper way. At this moment, with both of them inside me, I’m finally not hollow.
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Her body trembles around us, stretched beyond its limits as Cyrus and I move in tandem. The friction of my his cock sliding against mine inside her tight heat is maddening. I’ve never felt anything like it—this connection that binds the three of us together while Henderson’s life bleeds out across the concrete floor.
“Fuck,” I groan, gripping Keira’s hips harder, my fingers digging into flesh already bruised from my brother’s hands.
