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“It hurts,” Birdie whines.
Pumping my hips, I don’t give her much time to adjust as we move in sync, fucking into her, through her crying, and ignoring the way she claws at Vic’s chest. “I told you I’d make you cry,” I gloat.
Vicious grips her shoulders and pushes up so she’s forced to sit on our dicks and lean back against my chest. His hands move to her hips and dig in while mine go to her tits. “It burns,” she whispers up at me. “Make it feel good, pleeease. You promised.”
Squeezing the globes in my hands until she struggles to pull away, I bite the tendon of her neck, leaving a bruise. “You beg so nicely, little bird, I could never deny you.” Softening my hands on her body, I pet her gently until she shivers.
Placing her hands on Vic’s chest, I fist her soft locks again and grab her ass before drawing back and slamming into her. I’m immediately rewarded with a moan torn from deep within her belly. I need to fuck her hard, but I want to savor the way she is between us.
“Can’t wait until I’m fucking this ass while Vic fucks this pussy.” Inhaling sharply as she constricts her walls, I slap her ass. Red immediately blossoms across her cheeks.
“Chaos, I ain’t gonna last much longer,” Vicious groans, and I notice the way his dick ripples.
Reaching around her body, I begin playing with her little clit. She’s so sensitive, I know she won’t last long. Our hips move faster as we fuck as hard into her as we can before, finally, Birdie’s body tenses and she lets out a scream loud enough to wake the dead. Vic follows after her, dragging her face down for a searing kiss.
When the sweet burn inside my balls finally bursts free into her willing heat, I drag her from my brother and devour her mouth until my sac is drained. Collapsing to the side, we hold her between us, brushing soft hands along her body as she quivers and sighs, and kissing wherever we can reach. As rough as I like being with her during sex, I’ll damn well always be sure to take care of her afterwards.
“How’s a bath sound?” I murmur against her ear as she traces the lines of a tattoo along Vic’s chest.
“Heavenly.” Her eyes cut back to me, and I find nothing but utter devotion. “I never knew it could be like that.”
A smirk lifts the corner of my mouth. “Every time, little bird, every fucking time. I’ll make sure of it.”
“I’ll start the bath.” Vicious goes to get up but stops and leans down to kiss our girl in such a tender manner that even I’m shocked. For as long as I’ve known the man, there hasn’t been a gentle bone in his body, but Birdie brings it out in both of us. Before her, we’d fuck women until they couldn’t take the roughness anymore. We’ve never been subdued in bed, and we’ve never had a woman ask us to hurt her, either. That’s how I know our little bird is meant for forever.
Rolling her onto her back, my eyes roam across her body, admiring the bruises and bite marks we left across every piece of flesh we encountered. Tracing fingerprints on her hip, I assure her, “It won’t always be so raw. Eventually, we’ll calm the beasts clawing to get a piece of you.”
Her legs squeeze together, and I get a whiff of her feminine scent. “What if I like the beasts?”
My gaze shoots up to meet hers, and she reads like an open book. She does. She fucking craves the darkness that constricts our souls. “Then you’ll get them, baby.” Her legs spread for me, and Christ, if it isn’t the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.
She’s a mess with a creamy mixture of our cum and her virgin blood. And what’s more attractive is she doesn’t show an ounce of embarrassment about it. Other women would be trying to hide the evidence of our fucking. Not Birdie, she puts herself on display.
“Sweet Mary of Jesus, that’s a beautiful fucking sight,” Vicious growls as he re-enters the room. When he turns back around, I glimpse him grabbing his phone. After taking a picture of her swollen cunt, he leans down and blows across her engorged clit, making her spine arch.
“She needs time, you fucker. We tore that pussy up,” I bitch at him, shoving his body to the side.
“Yeah, but I need inside that womb. My cream is dying to impregnate her.” Birdie and I share a look before glancing at him. Not what I expected. “Don’t fucking look at me like that,” Vic snaps as he picks her up. “Barefoot and pregnant is exactly how she’s going to spend the next ten years.” A blush works across our girl’s cheeks, piquing my curiosity at how she feels about that.
CHAPTER 7
Birdie
Every muscle in my body is on fire with a mixture of pleasure and pain. I’d never before felt anything quite as consuming as Vicious and Chaos taking everything they wanted from me. I want it again. I want it forever.
What’s more shocking is the way they talked so easily about getting me pregnant. They’re on a mission, and I don’t know that I could stop them even if I wanted to. I find the more time I spend with them, and the more they speak about it, the less I question their desires.
If they want me knocked up, I’ll give it to them because I find I want it, too.
It’s shocking, really, because, until I’d met them, I’d never given much thought to my future. The only thing I cared about was finishing school so I could escape Carl. The man’s hatred for me has morphed into murderous intent.
My parents loved me, I don’t doubt that. And I think if they’d known that boat would capsize ahead of time, they would have ensured I was properly taken care of instead of left in the hands of a monster.
Turning eighteen should have been more freeing, but I was told that I needed looking after because I was still in high school. As opposed to, say…a day after I graduate. I don’t think I’ll ever understand the difference in dates, but I was too grief-stricken to even come up with an argument.
There was a time when Carl feigned a fondness for me, when he would visit throughout my childhood, and we got along. Or so I thought. Perhaps it was always just for show for him. As a little girl, I loved having a big brother. I always believed we would grow up and be close, be friends. I wish I could go back in time and tell her what a disappointment our brother would be. Maybe she wouldn’t have been so devastated when he showed his true colors. It took days after moving in for me to see his real personality—hateful and vindictive.
But now, I’m free.
