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“I’m going to be sick,” I shriek, ripping my arms free from Dimi’s hold to cover my mouth.
I’m lifted off Dimi’s lap and rushed into a small guest bathroom a second before my stomach empties itself into the toilet.
“It’s okay, shh, it’ll all be okay,” Lev soothes, holding my wet hair back with one hand and rubbing my back with the other.
“He’s dead. He’s dead because of me.”
“It’s not your fault. Every single person we employ knows that we pay them well to do a job. His job was to guard the house and look for threats. It was bad enough that he watched Dimi pleasure you, but to have his dick out, thinking he could jerk his tiny little cock over the sight of you coming. Well, he’s lucky Dimi gave him a merciful death. I’d have cut the fucker’s eyeballs out, then choked him to death with them.”
Turning my head, I look up at the man comforting me and realize I don’t know him at all. I don’t know any of them.
“You can’t just go around killing people,” I hiss, grabbing some tissue and wiping my mouth.
“If they try to take you from us, I’ll kill them. If they try to hurt you, I’ll kill them. If they try to lure you away, I’ll kill them. And if they try to take us from you, I’ll burn the entire fucking world to the ground just to make sure that never happens. You’re ours, Alabama, and only ours. No one gets to share, no one gets to look, and no one gets to even think they have a chance. It’s better that everyone on this island, including you, learns that.”
Gone is the sweet, caring guy holding my hair back. Gone is the sexy man, fucking my brains out. Gone is the man who told me with quiet determination that he’d be the one dressing me from now on. Instead, I’m shut in a bathroom with a brutal killer, a man capable of kidnap and coercion. Somehow in the haze of sex and orgasms and emotion, I’d forgotten who they are. I can’t let that happen again.
Lifting me to my feet, he carries me to the counter, and sits me on it. Bending, he opens the cupboard below the basin and pulls out what looks to be a first aid kit, a hairbrush, and some other supplies, including a brand-new, still in the package toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste.
Opening the toothbrush, he squeezes some paste onto the bristles, then lifts me down, turns me around to face the basin and hands me the brush. Reaching around me, he turns on the faucet, then crowds me, his hard dick pushing into my ass while he watches me brush the taste of vomit from my mouth.
When my teeth are clean and my mouth feels fresh, he takes the toothbrush from me and places it down on the counter. Pulling my hair away from my face, the brushes the knots from my wet hair, until it hangs in a smooth curtain over my back. Curling one arm around my waist, he finds my eyes in the reflection in the mirror. “I see you remembering that we’re monsters. That we drugged you and brought you here. We’re not good men, Alabama, but we don’t pretend to be either. We’ll give you sweet words and soft touches when you need them. Vik will discipline you, and Dimi will slide his cock into your sleeping body and fuck you while you’re completely unaware. And me, well I’ll be the voice of reason. I’ll talk us up and talk you down when needed. What I won’t do is pretend that I’m soft, or harmless. Because I’m neither of those things.”
Pushing between my shoulder blades, he forces my chest down, until my head is almost in the basin and my fingers are clinging to the edge of the counter. Lifting me with his arm around my waist, he pulls my hips back and spreads my legs, positioning me where he wants me.
“Lev,” I protest, glaring at him.
Kicking his swim shorts off, he sweeps my hair to the side and over my shoulder so he can still see my eyes in the mirror. “You’re ours, Honey, built to belong to the three of us. We’ll be as soft as you need, when it’s just the four of us, but never forget that we are the type of men who will do what needs to be done, including killing every single person who tries to stand in the way of our happily ever after.”
Yanking the ties that hold my bikini bottom in place, the fabric falls away, leaving me naked from the waist down. I’m still wet from Dimi licking me to orgasm, but instead of pushing his cock straight into me, he stares at me in the mirror, our gazes locking in the reflection.
“You were made for us. Made to be shared by us. Made to be loved by us. Made to protected by us and made to be fucked by us.” His dick slams into me, pushing me forward, so my head almost hits the faucet.
“You don’t get to pick which bits of us you want, you have to take us all. So, the next time we kill a man for looking at you, you’ll stand strong, shoulders back, and know that we did it to protect you.”
“No.” I shake my head. “He didn’t have to die.”
Spitting onto his fingers, I feel them press against my ass as he fucks my pussy.
“His job was to guard you, not rub his dick. He failed at his job because he wanted to see you come. He had his cock in his hand. He treated you, our fucking wife, like you were putting on a show just for him.”
The sensation of his dick in my pussy and his finger in my ass makes it hard to think. “We were the ones messing about outside where anyone could see,” I groan, pushing back into his thrusts.
“No,” he snarls, pulling his fingers from inside of me. Reaching past me, he grabs the hairbrush off the counter, and a moment later I feel the smooth wooden handle press against my hole.
“Dimi said nothing but us in your cunt, he didn’t say anything about your ass.”
My eyes widen as I feel him push the handle of the hairbrush deeper into my hole, pulling it all the way out only to spit on it, then push it back in, lubing my ass with more of his saliva.
“When I’m done filling you up, you’re going to walk back out there, naked, with my cum dripping down your legs and not a single set of eyes except Dimi’s and Vik’s will be on you, because every person on this island knows who you belong to. They know that we can have a fucking orgy in the middle of the dining table and that they should avert their eyes and leave, or just pretend like it’s not happening. He watched. He saw your cunt being licked and finger fucked and he thought he could stroke his tiny dick to the view.”
Pushing the hairbrush into me until the broadest part of the handle is lodged deep in my ass, he grabs my hips with his hands, pulling me onto him and hitting the end of the brush with each thrust until I’m whimpering and panting.
“You’re for our eyes only. For our touch. For our ears.” He punctuates each thrust with his words. “That’s why he’s dead. That’s why he got a bullet between his eyes.”
I come with a cry, clenching my eyes tightly shut as he pounds into me. The wooden handle in my ass moves inside of me as he thrusts in and out and I come for a second time, my spine arching as pleasure jolts through my muscles.
“You’re ours. That’s why we’ll kill anyone or anything that tries to claim even the sight of your pleasure.”
