Page 9 of Flesh & Divinity

Destroying her is going to be the best fucking revenge for what she took from us. The lives she stole from us. We’re stuck here fighting for our freedom, trying to find a way off this fucking island.

Gus grips the back of her neck and pulls her upright until her spine is flush against his chest. I take in the sight of her—spit on her chin, eyes bright and glazed and furious with want—and something dark and triumphant unfurls in my chest.

“Get behind him.” Gus’s eyes cut to Jaq as he barks his command.

Jaq drops to his hands and knees. I bite back a groan, loving the way he submits instantly to his brother's demand. I settle behind him and line myself up, and the sound he makes when I push inside him, guttural, broken and all fucking mine.

“Who owns this?” I snarl as I draw back and slam forward.

“You,” he pants. “Always you.”

I'm mid-thrust when I catch Jaq lifting the edge of his mask and I freeze. He dips his head and puts his mouth on her pussy, and the scream she lets out rattles the walls of my restraint.

“Who do you belong to?” I snarl at her.

She tries to glare. The blissed out look in her eyes makes it impossible.

“Answer,” I say, “or I make them stop.”

Her eyes blow wide. Panic. Defiance. But I see the submission in those blue eyes, she is relishing the control we are wielding over her but doesn’t want to voice it.

“Holy—” Gus drives into her hard and the rest of her words dissolve.

“Answer or you don't come.” My voice drops to something that leaves no room for argument.

“You,” she screams. “I belong to you.”

The tension in her voice tells me everything. “Come,” I order. “Now.”

She fucking detonates.

The sound that tears out of her is raw, deep and carnal. I want every prisoner on this island to hear it. I want them all to know exactly who is making her scream like a filthy whore.

Tremors roll through her body.

Jaq and Gus’s sounds layer beneath mine like something composed. My grip on Jaq turns bruising as my own release coils tight and inevitable.

“Stop,” she begs. “Please, I can't⁠—”

Jaq ignores her pathetic plea. She reaches down to push him away, Gus catches her wrist and locks her arms behind her back, holding her still, making her take every ounce of glorious torture we are inflicting on her body..

“Fill the slut up,” Gus grits out. Three thrusts later he's gone, roaring her name like a curse.

I pull out of Jaq and land a sharp slap to his plump ass. He takes the cue and shifts to the side so I can get beneath her. Gus watches, then reaches down and closes his hand around my cock, drawing a groan from me.

“You're ours,” he says. “Don't ever forget it.”

I grip the back of Gus’s neck and pull him in until our masks almost touch. “Never. You own me the same way I own you.”

The words move through me like a current as I pull free of his hold.

“Put my cock inside that cunt,” I snap.

She reaches between us with shaky hands. The instant I’m in her grasp, I hiss through clenched teeth. She lines me up but doesn’t get to go slowly. Jaq grips her waist and slams her down, she screams in pleasure and clenches around me so hard I bite through the inside of my cheek to keep from following her over the edge immediately.

Her pussy convulses around me. It takes everything inside me to fight back my release and not bust a nut.

Jaq walks around her, then pushes her forward. This time she doesn't fight when he takes her from behind, she moans like a good little slut and pushes back against him.