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I catch sight of her abused and swollen lips and grin. “Open that pretty mouth, babe.” She immediately complies and my dick twitches inside her, making me groan. Using my grip on her hair, I tilt her head to the side and beckon Declan forward with a tilt of my head. “Take Declan down that sexy throat like the good girl I know you are.”
He hesitates only for another moment, studying her face. Whatever he must see in her gaze evaporates all his doubts. Trusting her with herself now. He pushes his jeans down and I watch entranced and Scar licks over her split lip. He slides into her mouth and almost immediately her lip starts bleeding again.
The spark of pain makes her tighten around me and I groan, picking up my pace again. Declan follows my lead, sliding down her throat at the same pace as I drive into her. Blood slicks over his dick as it pours from the wound on her lip. But with each thrust, she grows more and more wet around me.
Keeping my hold on her hair tight, I use my free hand to reach around her front and begin to pluck and twist her nipples sharply. She cries out, but only a garbled sound escapes around D’s dick. He cuts her off as he pushes back into her throat and she gags, clamping down on me tightly. Fuck, she feels so goddamn good like this. I praise her endlessly about how good she looks, how hot it is to see her blood covering Declan, how greedy her cunt is for us both.
Instinctively, I know her ass is off limits today. The trauma that caused her fear is too close to the surface right now. So I focus on every other part of her. Alternating between plucking her nipples painfully, pulling her hair, and spanking her ass until she’s a dripping mess. I can barely hold back any longer, but even if she wanted pain, I need her to come before I can even think about doing so.
Declan starts losing his rhythm as he pushes into her mouth. I force her head down as far as she can until the tip of her nose brushes against his pelvis, cutting off her air. He groans as he spills down her throat. She begins to tighten around me and I bring my hand down against her ass again. The pain and oxygen deprivation send her over the edge and I feel her orgasm crash through her. D pulls free from her mouth and she immediately begins cursing as I start to thrust into her harder. I follow her only a few strokes later, filling her with my come.
Crashing down into the soft bed, I pull her with me. I brush the hair from her face and gently begin wiping the tears from her cheeks. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Scar.” Declan strips and climbs into bed behind her, offering gentle caresses down her back and massaging her ass that has to be sore. I get up and go into the bathroom, grab several washcloths and run a couple under warm water and another under cold water. Once I get back to the bed, I hand D the cold one and he places it against her stinging skin.
Meanwhile, I use the warm cloths to clear the blood and tears from her face, being careful with her abused lips. Scar keeps her eyes open and vulnerable as they flick between both me and Declan. A small smile playing on her lips as I take a new washcloth and gently clean up between her legs. Her entrance is red and swollen and I know I was far rougher than I’ve ever been before. I worry for a minute, but I don’t see any sign of tearing. After cleaning her up, I press a clean cloth against her entrance and cup her pussy through it, hoping it helps soothe the discomfort.
With each gesture of aftercare, her body settles more and more between us. No longer trembling, the wild look in her eyes easing as her eyelids grow heavy. There’s no sign of the lines of tension on her face that were just there a little while ago, leaving only a sated, sleepy look.
“I love you both,” she whispers dreamily.
Declan rains kisses over her shoulders and back. The touch something she was pulling away from only a short while ago, but now she leans into him and melts under his ministrations. “We love you, pretty girl. So fucking much.” The emotion in his voice reminds me of the time we first found out who she was.
Those photos.
I know we will have to look at them. Study them.
The thought turns my stomach and I already know that what we will see will forever haunt all of us the way that it has haunted Declan for all these years.
I press a kiss against Scar’s forehead. “Get some rest, Scar. We won’t leave your side.”
Chapter Seventeen Kade
Agitation burns through me,making me jittery and tense. I crack my neck, then my knuckles, then force myself to stretch. None of it helps ease the discomfort from being in my own skin right now.
I thought I would feel some relief when we got back home after taking out Romano, but it’s only gotten worse with each passing day.
Wait.
Stay low.
No big moves.
Wait some fucking more.
Is it any wonder I’m slowly going insane? I understand why we need to keep a low profile while we wait to see how Donahue reacts to the news of Romano’s death. The entire mansion going up in flames wasn’t exactly subtle. There’s no way he isn’t aware something happened, even if he doesn’t know the finer details.
At least the explosion hid the signs of torture. The roses that were branded into his skin. Not that I would mind us taking credit for our work. The whispers all sing our praises. At least that’s how I take the rumors floating around about our merciless attitudes and depraved revenge. Donahue shouldn’t have any fingers on the pulse of St Graves though. He should be blissfully unaware of our influence and desire to tear him down.
We can’t risk tipping him off that he is our bigger target after all. Let him come to his own conclusions about what happened to Romano. We don’t need him becoming even more careful with his own security.
Knowing all of this doesn’t change the incessant itch all over my body from being on lockdown. I need a fight. A few fights. Anything to relieve the images of a broken and beaten Charlotte. Those fucking photos have tortured all of us in more than one way. Every time I close my eyes, they’re all I see. I can’t even recognize the girl they left behind like that. No signs of the woman she’s become either.
I look at those photos and see the girl I lost so many years ago, not the girl that stands strong in front of me with a raised brow and a tapping foot.
“Hey there, Ladybug.” An easy grin spreads across my face. She fell apart after Romano’s death. We could all see the cracks as she forced herself to get back up and get us all home. She hasn’t been the same since. Her nightmares are worse than ever. Days where she refuses to get out of bed.
It makes the days like today all that much sweeter. Her strength and life present in the spark of her eyes.
“Why does Luca have a new black eye?” she asks accusingly.
