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“Don’t you even think about it—” I’m thrown inside, and I land with anoomphon the backseat. My legs hang out of the side door before they are yanked farther out, and Cyrus holds them as he glares down at me.
“Your turn, baby.” He smirks.
“My turn?” I repeat dumbly, propped up on my elbows before my head is pulled back by my hair. I meet Bray’s eyes at the other open door.
“Punishment.” He smirks. “Time for your punishment, Darling.”
“If you fucking try, I’ll cut your balls off and shove them down Bray’s throat,” I warn Cyrus. Bray chuckles as he shuts the door and gets in the front passenger seat. Asher slides into the driver’s seat as Cyrus climbs in and closes the door, trapping me with them.
“Here’s the thing, baby,” Bray says, turning to watch as I huff and fight off Cyrus. “We claimed you, you’re ours.” He shrugs with a smile. “No one will ever touch you again.”
“Want to bet?” I snarl.
Cyrus yanks my head back and gets in my face, his dark, dangerous eyes locking me in place. My pussy clenches as I recall the way he felt inside me, and he grins like he knows it, the fucker. “You want to come, baby girl? You want to fuck? Then fine, but it will only be with one of us.”
I narrow my eyes, my chest heaving with anger and desire as I kick at his legs. “Fuck you.”
“That’s the plan. This will teach you for being a brat.”
I turn my head as his head swoops down to kiss me. “Fuck you, you’ll never taste me again,” I snarl. I’m angry for getting myself into this situation, angry that I’m turned on, knowing Bray and Asher are watching. It’s fucked up. They are watching their brother trying to fuck me, and they don’t care. Why does that thought make me want to shout in happiness and give into all these twisted desires to have them all?
“Such a liar, baby,” he murmurs as he yanks my head back around, my eyes meeting his once more. “Your cum will be dripping down my dick, and we both know it. You can fight all you want, it only makes me harder.” He grinds his hard cock into my stomach. “Bray, make sure no one disturbs us. No one sees her but us. Asher, turn on the heat. We wouldn’t want her cold, now would we?” They both laugh and do as they are told.
“This is so fucked up!” I yell, twisting in his arms to avoid him.
“It is, and you love it,” Cyrus snarls.
“You’re Crew now, Blair, so you better get used to it,” Asher comments, the usually nice brother not offering me an inch of escape. Are they really okay with watching their brother fuck me? But as I glance over, I see they are more than okay—they are hard.
What the fuck is happening?
It’s like some bad porno, apart from the fact it’s got me dripping into my panties and wanting it so badly I’m almost choking on my desire for these assholes. Cyrus slams me into the door as the locks sound, sitting me up as he yanks off my shorts. I kick at him or help him, I’m not sure which, but they are gone in an instant. He pulls a knife, and with a grin, cuts away my panties. He chucks them to Bray who groans and fists them as his eyes meet mine. “I’ll add these to my collection,” he teases.
My gaze is jerked back to Cyrus as he pulls my legs open, drops to his knees on the seat, and buries his face in my dripping cunt. I cry out, slamming my hand onto the roof of the car before grabbing the oh shit handle to hold on.
Fine, I’ll let him eat me. I get to come, and that’s all I wanted—like I had a choice, like he would have let me get away. This is my punishment, I realise. He’s proving that anytime I try to get my pleasure elsewhere, they will find me and take it for themselves. He lays me bare before his brothers, my hard nipples rubbing on my top as my eyes close. My thighs open wider as his beard chafes the sensitive skin. His tongue drags down my cunt, licking me like I’m his favourite dessert, as his fingers dig into my thighs and hold me tightly against his face so I can’t escape.
“How does she taste?” Bray asks. “I’ve always wanted to know.”
His words make me moan and grind into his brother’s face. I feel their eyes watching me, and I want to put on a show. I want them to be as wild and desperate with desire as I am. My fucked up brain needs the Crew brothers to crave me so badly they are helpless to resist.
I reach down and pull my shirt up, baring my breasts. I hear an inhale and then a curse, causing me to grin as I thrust my chest out. Cyrus sucks on my clit hard in punishment for teasing them.
“Shit,” Bray mutters. “I’m gonna fucking come in my pants,” he protests as Cyrus dips his tongue inside me, making my mouth drop open. The pleasure builds higher and higher with each touch.
My eyes open, locking on his dark head, and I anchor my other hand in his hair, holding him there as I buck my hips and grind into his mouth. I hear a grunt and look up, meeting Asher’s gaze. He’s watching me carefully, observing my movements, likely analysing and remembering them for later. Bray is staring out of the front window, and from here, I can see his hands fisted on his jean-clad thighs as if he can ignore me, so I purposely moan, letting every little noise slip free.
Cyrus’s talented tongue alternates between spearing me and dragging up my folds and flicking my clit before his teeth graze my nub, making me explode. Their eyes, his mouth, it’s too much. I come all over his tongue. He licks it up and sticks his tongue deeper inside of me, tasting every bit of my release as my thighs quiver. I jerk and twist from the force of my release, my heart pounding as my eyes slide shut. It came on so suddenly and leaves just as quickly, making me slump into him.
Holy fuck.
He lifts his head, looking smug as he licks his lips. His beard and cheeks glisten with my cream as he sits back on his heels, wipes his face, and then licks his hand clean. Fuck, why is that so hot? Not to mention anyone could see us. The windows are fogging, but we aren’t exactly hidden. They could see me getting eaten, getting fucked, and it makes me want to be seen, for others to know Asher and Bray are watching their brother fuck me.
“Only one? Some punishment,” I taunt, and he chuckles, leaning down until he kisses me hard. I taste myself on his tongue.
“We’re just getting started, brat,” he says as he pulls away. “We aren’t leaving here until you’re dripping with my cum and can’t try to run and fuck anyone else again.”
“I don’t think you have it in you,” I goad, drifting my hands up to my chest. I tweak my nipples and groan as his eyes track the movements. With a smirk, I trail one down my belly to my pussy and push two fingers inside me. My hips lift as I start to fuck myself on them.
