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It's your time, Ashton,I tried to console myself.It's been your time for years now. You're nineteen. You're older than most of the girls that have passed through this room. You're a grown woman now. An adult. Let them all do what they want to you here and then it's just Jet. Jet won't abuse you. Be brave.
I knew the only reason that I wasn't on this table with all these men thrusting into my holes was Jet. Sweet, lovable, useless Jet who had swooped in and picked up the pieces when Trigger cast me aside. Heir to this hell and pride and joy of this devil. Jet delayed my initiation for as long as he could, but I knew he wouldn't protect me in here. I had a virgin pussy and Jet's flavor was cock. Forbidden for the son of a Crellid, the desire to keep his secrets and please his father would surpass his desire to protect me.
When he came to stand beside my trembling body, Jet's eyes were locked on the cock being thrust in and out of the woman's mouth. He licked his lips, expression hungry, and I knew I was in trouble.
"Enough," Fabio barked and the men immediately stopped fucking the woman. Like well trained dogs, all three men and the lone woman climbed off the bed and trailed out of the room.
Whores.
The men.
The woman.
They wereallwhores.
Puppets to the mad king of drugs, death, and fucking.
The room was filled with men from The Order. Fabio's associates and heavies.Bad men.
Another incline of Fabio's head had me obediently walking over to the bed, naked as the day I was born.
I knew what would happen if I didn’t.
He would take me for himself and that was a fate worse than Jet.
"No," Trig's panicked voice came from somewhere behind me. "This is not happening in front of these pricks."
"Leave, Trigger," his father commanded. "Go find yourself a whore to entertain you for the night. You are far too attached to something that isn’t yours anymore to stay here and witness."
Something.
I wasn't a person.
I was asomething.
"But she is not intact!" Trigger bellowed, charging into the room, ignoring the dozens of pairs of curious eyes that landed on him. "He already took her. You know this. It is why I –" His words broke off and he drew in a deep, shuddering breath before continuing, "That makes her initiation null and void! You cannot do this –"
"I can do whatever the hell I damn well please!" Fabio roared back at him, before turning his attention to the youngest brother. "Is Trigger correct, Jethro? Has she bled for you, son?" he asked when I climbed onto the bed. "Have you broken her in? Made her yours?"
"Yes," Jet declared, causing to Trigger to groan in what sounded like physical pain, and me to swing my glare on him.
Fuck.
I had no hope with this man.
He couldn’t keep himself alive, never mind a woman.
"Which is why Trigger is right about the initiation being null and void," he continued, surprising me. "I won't take Ashton in front of you, father." He swallowed deeply. "She is not for show."
"If she is yours and she has truly bled for you, then you should have no problem fucking her," his father snapped. "Come, Jethro, and show your brother just how good his whore queen feels around your cock."
A pained whimper tore from my throat and I heardhimsnarl. "Do not do this. Fabio, she is not a toy –"
"Shut up or get out," his father roared. "You have no say in my house, bastard. Remember your role!"
"She is your best friend's daughter," Jethro offered weakly.
“Exactly,” Trigger continued, tone as hard as his father's. "Show his memory some respect."
