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Forgive me, Father above. I have sinned with these strange men and feel no fucking ounce of guilt for it but I pray you will grant my pussy the power of healing because I’m gonna need it after they are done with me!

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

BASH

Her face is flushed, her breathing ragged and her eyes are glazed. She’s out of her mind with need and has no idea how to control it. That’s her first mistake, thinking she can control what was never hers to command. Her needs and wants are mine—ours.

“I’m fucking close, baby,” Prince growls. I answer with a long drawn out groan knowing the sound will drive her and him mad.

“Hear that, Apple?” She looks down at me with a pinched expression. “He’s going to fill my ass with cum just like I’m going to fill your cunt, then my dad is going to mark that tight little hole as his own.”

“Fuck yes,” Dad grunts as he thrusts into her. She’s trembling in my grasp and I know she’s fighting off her release with everything she has, but it’s fucking useless. We’ll force her past her limit until there is nothing left. She thinks she knows what her body needs and what it can handle, but she doesn’t.

I shift my hold and grip the globes of her ass in my hands, opening her wider for Dad. She cries out and the sound goes straight to my cock. I fucking love knowing that any cunt on this island could walk by and see us, hear her cries and know exactly what the fuck we are doing.

The chance that the Glass Charms can hear has my cock twitching inside her. I fucking love being watched and knowing that people around us can hear me fucking gets me off.

“Holy shit!” she cries out.

“That’s it, Apple. Give us what we want and we’ll fill your tight little ass and cunt up with our cum just like you want.” I can tell Dad’s words hit their mark when her eyes roll back. Prince tightens his hold on my waist, his thrusts turning hurried and I know he is about to find his own release.

“We come together!” I snap. He instantly tenses, knowing not to fucking defy me or he’ll be denied this ass for a week.

“I can’t—fuck, yes—no—please, right there!” She’s out of her fucking mind and can’t form a full sentence. I keep my thrusts even and maintain the same pace, knowing she hates it when you change it up. Dad does the same and then I feel him pinch her clit and that’s what does it, her whole body jerks as she throws her head back smacking it on Dad’s shoulder as she screams out her climax like a fucking porn star. The three of us move in unison, chasing our own high so we can follow her over the edge.

Her pussy clamps down on my cock and then I’m done for. I follow her over the edge of the cliff into fucking ecstasy. Prince is next. I feel his cock swelling inside me and relish the feeling of him filling me and marking me as his. Dad is the last to tumble over the edge, his roar primal and filled with pent up rage, but the sound is like music to my fucking ears.

Aftershocks roll through all of us, and for a long moment nobody moves. The lake is quiet except for our breathing. The sound of it, three men and one girl, all wrecked in the same way settles into me like something I don't have a word for yet.

I watch her.

She's gone slack between us, spent in a way I haven't seen on her before, and there's something in her face that catches me off guard, not triumph, not even satisfaction. Confusion. Like she just found out something about herself she wasn't ready to know.

“There she is,” Dad murmurs, brushing wet hair off her face, and for a second the mask of possession slips off him too. Just for a second. Long enough that I see it.

She doesn't answer right away. Her eyes are distant, fixed on nothing, and when she finally speaks her voice has none of the fire she's been throwing at us since we dragged her into our little shack and chained her fine ass up.

“I don't—” She stops. Starts again. “I don't know what that was.”

“That was you finally getting what you needed.” I say it low, watching her carefully. I expect the retort, the smirk, the fuck you dressed up as seduction. It doesn't come.

Instead she looks down at the water like it might have an answer for her, jaw tight, and I recognize that look because I've worn it myself, the look of someone doing the math on their own life and not liking the sum.

Prince shoots me a look over my shoulder, a silent question. Is she okay? I don't have an answer for him. I don't think she has one either.

“Apple.” Dad's voice gentles in a way I've never heard him use on anyone. “What’s on your mind?”

She shakes her head, slow, like she's trying to shake something loose. “There's nothing to talk about.” But her voice cracks on it, just slightly, and none of us believe her, least of all, I think, her.

She goes quiet after that, letting the water hold her weight, letting us hold the rest of her, and I get the sense that whatever war is happening behind her eyes right now, it's one none of us are invited to.

We'll be there when she loses it, though.

One way or another.

I just don't know anymore if I'm waiting for that moment because it serves the plan, or because some fucked-up part of me can't stand the thought of her breaking without me there to catch it.

This may have started out as revenge and wanting her to suffer, but just like the first time I fell for her ,and fell under the spell that is Snow Frost, I'm consumed with an insane amount of feelings for her I have no idea how to unpack or what the fuck to do with them. It would be so much easier if I still hated her cleanly, the way I promised myself I would.