Page 84 of The Knucklebone Brothers

Blythe didn't waste a second. He stepped up behind me, his hands grippin' my waist, and lifted me off Maverick’s lap as if I weighed nothin'. He carried me a few steps and sat down onto the wooden floor of the carousel. Before I could even catch my breath, I was on top of him, his cock slammin' right into my soaking wet pussy.

I screamed, my hands flying to his chest as he filled me up, inch by agonizin' inch. He didn't give me a moment to adjust. He grabbed my throat, his fingers diggin' into my skin, and shoved me down onto him, holdin' me there, forcing me to take every inch of him. "Take it," he growled, his eyes went dark.

Blythe laid back on the floor of the carousel. I sank down onto him, taking him deep, and began to rock my hips back and forth, the friction burnin' and sweet. He never moved his hand grippin' my neck. He pulled me down for a searin' kiss, his tongue tanglin' with mine, possessively.

I was bent over on top of him, my chest pressin' against his, when I felt Maverick’s hands on my ass. His large palms were hot against my skin, his fingers diggin', caressin' my hips and my ass with a rough touch. I froze for a second. I felt something else, something hard and thick, pressin' against the entrance of my asshole. I didn't move. I couldn't move.

I tried to pull away, but Maverick’s hand clamped over my mouth, his fingers diggin' into my cheeks, suffocatin' me.

He didn't ease in. He drove that thick, heavy length of him straight into my ass, the burn blazin' hot. I screamed against his palm, my body spasmin' around him as he filled me. He held me there, buried deep, feelin' every inch of me, takin' me with a brutal, unyieldin' force that made me dizzy and breathless.

I clawed at the floorboards, my fingernails diggin’, the stretch so violently I saw stars. It felt like he was tearin' me open, splittin' me down the middle, a brutal invasion that left me gaspin' and shakin'. Blythe was a furnace beneath me, his cock a hard movement up into my cunt, matchin' Maverick's rhythm beat for beat. They were wreckin' me, fillin' every empty space until I felt like I was gonna burst.

The double penetration was a dizzyin' assault. I could feel Maverick's shaft rubbin' against Blythe's from the inside, the friction maddening, the pressure unrelentin'. The pain quickly morphed into something else, a dark, twisted pleasure that had me archin' my back and beggin' for more. I started to ride them harder, meetin' their thrusts with my own, my body a vessel for their lust.

I was comin', my body tremblin', my vision blurrin' as the waves crashed over me. I screamed, a ragged, desperate sound, as I came hard, my walls clenchin' down on them.

Maverick and Blythe moaned, their bodies tense, and they came together. Maverick filled my ass with his come, pumpin' deep, and Blythe did the same, spurtin' into my pussy. They filled me up, completely.

We were walkin' back toward the midway, the cold night air startin' to bite at my skin, but I didn't feel it. I felt hollowed out, scraped clean, like a piece of meat left on a butcher's table. The boys were walkin' on either side of me.

I looked down at my body, covered in sweat, and cum, I felt a sudden, sharp panic. Why did I feel such a deep connection to these two monsters? They have claimed me, used me, filled me up, and they actin' like I was somethin' precious. But was it real? Or was I just a bitch to use up and get pregnant? Was I just a vessel for their legacy, a piece of meat to be consumed and discarded when I was no longer useful?

My mind is a hurricane of doubt and fear. I thought about the way I'd been used and abused, everyone always leavin' or throwin' me away. I thought about Momma, and how she looked at me with such hatred. I thought about the boys, and how they looked at me with such possessiveness. Was this just a game? Were they just playin' with me? I felt like I was losing my mind, the aftereffects of the sex and the carnival fog cloudin' my head. I felt like I was a fraud, a fake, and I was just gonna ruin this, too.

I stopped dead in my tracks, the cool night air suddenly feelin' too sharp against my heated skin. They were gatherin' up my clothes, shufflin' through the leaves and dirt, but I couldn't move. I stared at them, really looked at them, tryin' to piece together the words I needed to ask. I wanted to know if this was real. If the way they looked at me was actually real, or if I was just a pretty little thing to be used up and tossed aside. I felt the mixed signals crashin' in my head, a loud, chaotic noise, and I needed to know if I was the queen of this holler or just another bitch in the barn.

I took a breath, my chest tight, and asked them, my voice was steadier than I felt. "Do you... do you actually care about me? Do you maybe even love me?"

I watched them closely. Maverick and Blythe looked at one another, their expressions tense, a silent exchange passin' between them that made the air around me feel suffocatin’. They were holdin' something back.

Blythe spoke first, his voice low and gravelly. "I imagine we do feel, Rory. But not like normal people do. Maybe we feel more intensely even. We're dead on the inside, hollowed out and cold, but when you're around... it feels like somethin' is beatin’."

Maverick stepped up beside him, his eyes dark and intense. "But we know… even though we are dead on the inside, we felt somethin' true the moment we brought you here. It may be love, it may not be. I don't know the difference, but I know it's real."

Blythe reached out, his hand grabbing my chin, his grip firm. "But don't think for a moment you can ever leave us. Remember, even in your doubts, you are ours. Nothin’ will change that."

Maverick leaned in, his voice a low, possessive whisper. "I'd recognize your scream anywhere."

I stood there, and I felt it. In their twisted, fucked-up way, in their dead-on-the-inside, hollowed-out way, they were sayin' it. They were sayin' yes. They were sayin' they cared.

It was a possessive kind of love, a wild, dangerous thing that tied me to them tighter than any rope or chain. It was a love that felt like being torn apart and put back together, a love that was rough and brutal. I felt it intensely from them, a dark, heavy weight that settled in my chest, warm and terrifying. It felt real, even if I didn't understand it, even if I didn't think I deserved it.

No one loved Rory the crazy girl. No one loved the monster. But they did. And that's when I snapped.

It was a quiet, cold shatterin' inside me. All the warmth I'd been feelin', all the connection, all the possessive love they were offerin' me—it all just turned to ash in my mouth. I looked at them, at their earnest, dangerous faces, and all I could think of was, Why? Why would they love this? This broken, used-up thing? This girl who'd been locked away for bein' crazy? This girl who'd been a whore and a burden and a problem her whole life?

I wasn't worthy of this. I was a monster. And they were just too blind to see it. The realization hit me like a physical blow, a punch to the gut that made me double over, a ragged gasp escapin' me. They didn't love me. They loved an idea of me. A fantasy. And one day, they'd see the real me, and they'd leave.

A cold, hard anger started to build in my chest, a fire that burned away the last of the warmth I'd been feelin'. I looked up at them, and I saw red. I ripped my clothes from their hands, and started to pull them on, my movements jerky and violent. The cardigan, the bottoms, the boots—I put them all on, coverin' myself up, buildin' a wall between us.

Maverick had a smirk on his face, a small, wicked thing that made me want to slap him. Blythe just looked confused, his brows furrowed, his eyes full of a question he didn't know how to ask. I didn't give him the chance. I turned on my heel and stormed off. I didn't look back. I knew they weren't followin'. They were just standin' there, watchin' me go, their silence a heavy thing that followed me all the way back to the trailer.

Chapter 33

The air in the holler felt charged. I could feel it shiftin', the energy cracklin' around us, somethin' snapping. I looked at Blythe, and he was starin' at the trail she’d just stormed off down, his face a mask of confusion. But I saw it in his eyes—hesitancy. He thought she was mad. He thought she was scared. He thought she was playin' a game.

We walked back to the trailer slowly, our boots crunchin' on the dead leaves, the silence between us thick enough to choke on. The night air was crisp, smellin' of pine and decay, but I could smell somethin' else. I could smell the fear in the trees, the way the wind was hushin', waitin'. I could feel it in my bones, the way a snake feels the vibration of a rock skittin' across the ground. Somethin' was off. The air tasted like old blood, and I knew somethin' was comin'.