AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I swallowed hard andalmostfolded and told them, but I didn’t. Instead, I shook my head and sobbed.
“That’s too bad. Now shut the fuck up and take our dicks like a good fucking girl.”
Hours passed. They meant it when they said they wouldn’t stop until I told them.
“Okay!” I sobbed into Daiman’s shoulder. “I’ll tell you!”
They didn’t stop fucking me, and I cried because I wanted a break. This wouldn’t end until I told them.
“Just, please, stop! I’ll tell you everything if you juststop!”
Lucien growled and slapped my ass before he pulled out of me. Daiman raised my hips and let his hard cock slip out of me and smack against his stomach. I went limp and lay on Daiman, panting and trembling as I tried to recover.
Daiman grabbed my hair and jerked back my head so I would look at his crimson eyes. The horns above his sweaty, flushed face curled back. “Any time now, Grace.”
My eyes slid shut. “I love you both so very much. I just want you to know that before I tell you.”
Daiman tensed beneath me, and Lucien sucked in a sharp breath.
“My dad,” I whispered. “H-he’s been . . .” A cry bubbled in my chest as their tension rolled toward me. I licked my dry lips. “He’s been touching me. I didn’t want him to, but he still did it.” I opened my eyes and looked straight at Daiman. “I’m so sorry,” I sobbed. “I don’t want you to punish me!”
My sobs overpowered the silence. I buried my head into Daiman’s shoulder, expecting him to shove me off. I tensed and yelled as his arms wrapped around me and held me close to him.
“We’re not punishing you,” he rasped and swallowed hard. “But we’re going to punishhim.”
69
GRACE
Iwas too wired to sleep. My head spun, and my exhaustion only amplified every sound. After my confession, we showered together. I was too tired to hold myself up and needed their help, which they gladly gave. When we finished, we dressed and went to the kitchen so I could eat something to stop me from shaking.
Lucien made himself an Old Fashioned—which didn’t surprise me. Daiman stood across from me, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest, a toothpick rolling between his lips. I ate the last bite of the fast food they’d ordered from Uber Eats. My hands didn’t shake as much, and I no longer felt like I was about to puke.
“I don’t know if I should know everything that happened in detail, but I’m curious, and that’ll be the death of me,” Lucien murmured as he dropped a large ice cube into his glass.
Daiman grunted in agreement.
I leaned back in my seat and rested my hands on my lap. “I don’t know if I can . . . if I can go through with telling you.”
Daiman watched me like a hawk, his crimson eyes never leaving me. It was as if he feared I would disappear if he looked away. Lucien turned around, a crystal whiskey glass in his hand. He sipped from it, watching me with his dark, calculating eyes. He’d donned a charcoal three-piece suit that made him sexier. A five o’clock shadow accentuated his jaw. I wanted to rub my finger through the rough texture.
I couldn’t believe these two men were mine.
My heart somersaulted, but the feeling came to a halting stop.
They hadn’t told me they loved me back.
I lowered my gaze to my lap and fiddled with my fingers.
“Fuck it,” Lucien huffed. “Tell us everything. If you can, little sinner.”
I licked my lips and sighed, then raised my head, looking at both incubus demons who were drawn tight with tension, jaws clenched and shoulders stiff. I wasn’t excited about telling them this, either.
“Dad hasn’t been the greatest to any of us, but he always seemed angrier with me than my mom or sister. He began t-touching me recently. It started when he wanted to see if I was a virgin.”
Daiman and Lucien hissed, and a glass cracked. Lucien set his drink on the counter and crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles bulging from his clenched fists.
“He made me sit down, then he crouched in front of me and fingered me. But he...” A lump formed in my throat, and my eyes stung with tears as I had to live through that moment again while I told the men I loved what had happened. “He made me orgasm. When I told him to stop and that what he was doing wasn’t okay, he told me to shut up. My mom watched the whole thing and said I did this to myself. When he saw that his finger was bloody, he sent me to my room and said I needed to pray for what he made me do. The next time he touched me was inside his car when he dropped me off at school. He said he wanted to fuck me and that he’d touched himself to the nude pictures of me he found on my phone.”
