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"It’s how I truly feel."
Dropping the washcloth, I place my hand on my heart. Warmth wells up inside me as I stare into her eyes.
My beast is in its cage for the first time in so long. This boggles my mind. My inner King Kong doesn’t want to scream, break down buildings, or wreak havoc. All it wants to do is hold my Jane in my massive gorilla palm and study her. Her every perfect inch.
"You’re lying to me." Olivia sniffles, then buries herself in her palm. "This is what you three do. You build me up only to tear you down."
"We build you up to tear your pussy down." I swipe her tears from her cheeks with my calloused thumb with zero effort.The only challenge is not crushing her tiny face by accident."You. Perfect. Us. Savages. You no forget we adore you. Need you. Want you."
My giant dick rises between my legs. Olivia pumps it with her left hand, still sobbing into her other elbow. "I hate that I’m such a slut. My mother would kill me."
"Your mother is looking down from heaven and commending you for scoring the three hottest alpha males in New York."
Just then, the bathroom door swings open. Brock enters with a tray of steaming brownies. "Hey there, Queen."
Olivia releases her grip on my dick. She buries her face in my huge chest, her tiny frame shivering. "No. Please."
I issue Brock a look. "Tell her that you’ll be gentle."
Brock frowns as he stares at Olivia. He curses, then screams at the top of his lungs as he punches the bathroom mirror. Shards of broken glass fly across the sink, clattering as they smash.
"I can’t believe that you’re afraid of me." Brock stomps on the ground. "Fucking hell, Olive. All I do is treat you like royalty."
Olivia pries her teary blue eyes up away from my chest. She directs them at Brock. "I’m hurting right now. I can’t take any violence."
"What the FUCK makes you think I’d ever hurt you?!" Brock roars, marching toward her. I think he’s going to grab her throat and fuck her. He settles onto the side of the bathtub. "You’re mypetite cherie.My beautiful Queen. God, you’re perfect. Perfect tits, pussy, and ass. You drive me to the brink of insanity every time I look at you. I want to see you in a silk dress twirling as I blow rose petals on every inch of your adorable frame. You’re my little Olive. My perfect baby girl. I’d never hurt you."
I massage Olivia’s shoulders. "See? You have no reason to be afraid."
Olivia’s lower lip quivers. "Those brownies look good."
Brock lifts one off the tray, then brings it to Olivia’s lips. He gently slides it in, his motions so gentle that it surprises me. I’ve never seen Brock be so sensitive.
He and I share a look. One quick glance is all that it takes to mutually acknowledge through an unspoken language that she’s changing us.
Olivia is taking the broken, rage-filled men that we once were and allowing us to let our guard down. Calm ourselves in her oasis of peace and lovingkindness. She’s a goddess who drapes kisses on our scar-ridden arms and allows us to clutch her like a stress ball to our tattooed chests.
A crumb falls on Olivia’s lower lip. Brock swipes it away with his pinky. The gesture is so gentle, exactly what she needs.
"I really hurt your lip, didn’t I?" Brock frowns.
Olivia swipes her tongue across her lip. "I probably can’t go out in public for a week."
"You drive me crazy, sweet Olive. You’re the blazing stars in my galaxy of obsidian. The pinprick of poison in my flesh. I die every time I see you as you transform me into a new man. A new entity. My spirit needs to destroy you so it doesn’t die within your hypnotizing aura. You’re a black hole that I lose all sense of space and time in. That’s why I bit your lip and also why I dissociated when I fucked your pussy. I was in another realm."
Olivia stares into Brock’s eyes, her breath hitching. "You’re so poetic."
"You make me this way."
I fist my dick, then lift Olivia and slide it in her pussy. "See, baby girl? Gentle thrusts. It doesn’t always have to hurt."
Olivia moans, clutching her locks of auburn hair, riding my cock softly. Her body bobs up and down, her broken pussy swallowing my length. "It hurts but it feels so good."
"That’s because you’re a woman now." Brock licks another crumb off her chin, which causes her cheeks to flush pink. "A beautiful woman who holds unprecedented sway over three powerful men. Monsters. Beasts. You’re the girl we’ll fuck raw and then bathe in perfume. We’re insane for you."
I grind into Olivia, my eleven-inch cock only able to fuck half of her cunt. My hardness is too big and thick. She whimpers, tugging her hair, her pussy clenching as her hips gyrate, her petite body looking sinful in the tub.
Ripples of water hit my chest, the splashing noise recalling a mermaid pulling herself out of the sea. I smack Olivia’s ass, making her moan.
