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I could see my future in the form of the blood smeared all over my thighs.
I'm his.
Trig's cock was drenched in my blood and he didn’t even realize it. He was too busy punishing me for a crime I didn’t commit. He was fucking me at such a furious pace that he hadn't stopped to take a breath or to see the truth.
I cried out as the pain morphed into a twisted throbbing ache of pleasure. He still didn’t look. Adrenalin and vengeance were urging him forward.
He was trying to hurt me.
To break me.
It was working.
Suddenly, he yanked out of me and flipped me onto my stomach. I cried out from the pain. His hands were back on my hips, dragging my ass up to greet his cock, as he slammed into me all over again.
"Slow down, Trig," Jet warned, still panting. His concerned eyes flicked to mine. "Take it easy."
"On your whore?" Trig laughed, well and truly taking leave of his senses. "She was mine and you took her!"
"You're gonna regret this," Jet told his brother, and I concentrated on his hand as he continued to stroke my cheek, attempting to soothe and comfort me.
He knows he can't stop this.
They'd kill us both.
Fucking code.
"Seriously," he continued. "You're hurting her."
"Yes, and she deserves it!" Trig roared back. "Fuck you both." Releasing another furious snarl, he fisted my hair and dragged me backwards. My hands were bound to the bed so I couldn't go to him. "You took her from me, now watch me ruin her."
I was left in limbo, held cruelly by my hair while he wrapped his free hand around my stomach and continued his assault. "Puta traidora!"
3
Holding my breath, I peeked around the thick, red velvet curtain I was hiding behind, and locked eyes on the family of devils I had been thrust into.
Looking at Fabio Crellid made me lonesome for my father. I had slept easy at father's house, with no fear of being attacked in my sleep.
Not anymore.
Daddy, I miss you…
Narrowing my eyes, I listened as the oldest Crellid son, Anton, demanded vengeance for his brother.
Up until now, I didn’t have any problems with Anton.
Out of the four Crellid brothers, the eighteen-year-old displayed the least amount of interest in me.
I found myself having a problem with him now, though.
A huge, bastard-sized one.
"Father," Anton growled, pacing the office. His snow-white blond hair was ruffled and his face was set in a deep frown. "He attempted to make a eunuch out of your son." Throwing his hands up in clear exasperation, he hissed, "Surely such brutality has to be punished?"
"Agreed," Yegor, the little rat who was the same age as the bastard, chimed in. "He's a liability." Pushing off the wall he was leaning against, he strolled over to the leather couch and took a seat. "I say we eliminate the threat before it gets out of hand," he added, tone hard. "He's a cancer to this family. I say we cut the tumor out before it spreads."
"I am raising girls," Fabio laughed, clearly delighted with his sons' reservations. "Pussies."
