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“Blood. So much,” Valerian hisses as I feel his finger swiping between our dicks to capture it on his finger before drawing it across her ass. Painting her with it.
“Cut her later, Val, and start fucking.” A sick grin spreads across his face as I feel Abi tense. We all groan when her pussy tightens around us. This should be impossible.
“C-c-cut?” she stutters out without moving.
Val’s hips start bucking, and soon, so does Zakar, and they find a rhythm that has all of us thundering out our ecstasy like a fucking symphony orchestra.
“Oh,chemo sikharulo, you have no idea the wicked, vile, disgusting things we want to do to you,” I groan as I brush my fingers along the back of her neck, soothing her.
“B-but that’ll hurt. Won’t it?” There’s hesitance and intrigue in her voice. She’s not opposed, just looking for details of how something so unusual could be pleasurable.
“Only if I’m cruel about it,” Val murmurs against her cheek. “If I take it slow, slide my dick in and out of this sweet nectar of yours while drawing the blade across your flesh without slicing too deep, you’ll grow addicted. So fucking addicted.” Glancing down at her face, I see she doesn’t miss the way he longs to worship her. Abi’s eyes are glued to the men slowly fucking into her core from behind.
“This pussy…” Zak grunts as he leans back, gripping her ass cheeks in both hands and holding her in place as he and Val thrust painfully hard and deep. “She’s going to kill me before I can get in this tight little asshole of hers.”
“Ohhhh.” Liquid heat coats us at his words, and I think we’re getting a glimpse at the girl beneath the surface. She had no idea what she liked until we took control, and now, she’s discovering she enjoys the dirty talk, the filthy fucking, and, soon, a blade to her skin.
“Look at Daddy now,” Val demands, and she’s so languid I have to help her lift her head.
“Make it hurt, Zak.” It’s what he’s been waiting to hear, and soon the man is smacking across her ass with each thrust until her eyes become so glossy I’m certain she can’t see straight.
“Daddy,” she gasps, and I hold her head up, waiting for Zak to wrap a hand around her throat from behind. “Zak,” she purrs as he touches her. Val’s nails scrape along her spine as he throws his head back and groans out his release. “Valerian!” she squeals, triggering everyone else’s.
Complete rapture sweeps over us all as her body convulses and constricts. The heat radiating through her cunt is hot enough to scald. “Fuck, fuck, motherfucker,” I hiss, my hips bucking up into her as I try to get deeper.
“Fucking hell on a stick,” Zak rasps as he collapses next to us. Breathing heavily, his hand rests on Abilene’s back. “What the fuck was that? I think my brain exploded.”
“Four souls colliding,” Val murmurs from his position on her back, his hands slowly climbing up her body to twist in her hair. Turning our girl’s head to face him, Val claims her lips in a passion-filled kiss. Claiming. He takes everything she has to give. “I don’t think I can live without you,” he rumbles against her mouth.
Spinning the three of us so Val’s back rests against Zak, I lay Abilene down so she can see all three of us. “Tell us,chemo sikharulo.”
Out of breath and still trembling, she looks at us one after the other. “Tell you what?”
“That you’ll never leave. That you’re as invested as we are.” With almost anyone else, I wouldn’t be so honest, so open, but I need her vow solidified before I tell her about my betrayal.
Chapter8
Abilene
Sitting on the enclosed balcony in the early morning hours after waking up between three very handsome, imposing, and intimidating men, I take my first lungful of air since we arrived in this room last night. I’ve never experienced the way they made me feel. Complete, satisfied,safe. They’ll never know what it meant to me to be between them, the sole focus of their attention. I’ve not had that kind of love since Yelena died.
But the guilt that swiftly took over afterwards, the feeling of being undeserving of that kind of devotion, that I’d somehow taint them, was so overwhelming that it woke me up just as the sun was rising. No matter what they say or do, I’m not sure if I’ll ever overcome this sensation of unworthiness.
I want more than anything to be good enough for them, to be the partner they want. Which means it’s come time to confess my past. Fill them in on what’s happened to me since Yelena and why I feel so dirty.
“You’re up early.” Valerian’s voice is soft in the early light of day. There’s a possessive quality to it now. One I wish I had earned.
“Couldn’t sleep,” I say without looking back at him. My eyes have been glued to the snow-covered buildings across the street.
He’s silent for a moment before I sense him come closer. Picking me up, he sits down with me in his lap. “I figured as much. What I’d like to know is why.” It comes out as more demand than question.
It doesn’t take long before Levan and Zak are moving around the room behind us. I knew that once one of them woke up, the others would as well. Turning my head, I study Val’s face, trying to decide if he genuinely wants to know my darkest secrets or if he’s just saying that because he feels affection towards me.
I spot Levan and Zak standing at the balcony entrance, matching expressions on their faces. Darkness shrouds all their moods. They clearly suspect something, or they would never have asked. Given my mood swings and the scars peppering my body, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that I’ve been abused. They just don’t realize the extent of it.
“It didn’t start until she died. Until after we moved. They were too afraid of you to do anything they’d been wanting to do since my mother passed.” Staring back out the window, I wrap my arms around my waist, ignoring how Val’s hold tightens, and he grows tense. Ignoring Zak and Levan, as well, as they come closer and sit next to us. “I didn’t realize what was happening at first. I was barely fifteen; how could it be real, right?” I shake my head, forcing down my emotions so I can recount the ways they used to get off on torturing me, touching me. Violating me.
“It started out with my Uncle Paata coming into my room late at night, smelling like cheap alcohol, with fumbling hands as he would grope me underneath my clothes. Grab me in places no uncle should. Then it moved to more lascivious things: stripping me of my clothes, making me touch him back.” Digging my fingernails into my arms, I pinch until I feel skin break. “One night, when my father followed him down, I thought he was coming to save me.” A humorless laugh breaks free. “What a lie. It was all a lie. They never loved me. They never cared what happened to me, only that I was there for their sick pleasure and to cause pain.”
