Graves

by Katelyn Taylor

“I abandoned it somewhere between you fucking her on top of our dead parents and fucking her with your knife where you’re sitting,” I say easily.

“They took something from you, and you never got it back. This is how you get it back, one shot at a time.”

“Sorry, angel. I got him started.”

Is it weird to swoon because a man kidnapped and beat your abuser? I don’t think so.

“Can I help you, angel?” “That would be great, why did you raise your hand, though?” I ask as he walks around Jim. “I didn’t want to interrupt your fun.” I can’t help but laugh at that. God, he’s fucked up, isn’t he? Like really fucked up. Why am I liking him more and more by the minute, though?

He says it makes disposal that much more seamless, and hey, he’s the expert.

“I’m gonna come, angel. I can’t help myself when you’re riding my cock like a blood-soaked goddess. You’re every dream I’ve ever had wrapped in one,” he moans.

“Please?” she asks softly, forcing my eyebrows to dip. Please what? I’ll do anything she wants, even if it means tearing my own heart out.

She’s not choosing him. She’s not choosing me. She’s choosing us. We could both fight it, tear each other apart in the process, but in the end, it will only hurt her. She wants us, and whatever she wants, she gets.

Even having half of your heart is the greatest gift I’ve ever been blessed with, and I’m not letting that go for anything.”

“Good, but you better figure out what you feel for me soon, angel, because I’m so fucking in love with you that I’m ready to carve your name into my heart.”

Instead of being creeped out by the obvious fact that he’s already measured her finger for a wedding ring, she sighs dryly. “This right here is why I still refer to you as a psycho stalker in my head.”

“You don’t remember asking for a threesome with my brother? How you wanted four hands on you, two mouths, two cocks?” Zayden asks.

“Don’t stop holding hands on my account, angel. You’ll hurt my brother’s feelings, and then he gets all moody and punches holes in walls.”

“Shouldn’t we help him?” “Nah, he’ll be fine. He likes it.” “Why?” I ask with furrowed brows. “Because he’s fucked up, baby.”

You will never come here again. If you try to contact Blake, I will break your hands, if you chance a glance at her, I’ll pluck your eyes out, and if you so much as breathe a word in her direction, I will slit you from ear to ear.”

There isn’t a pop of color on any of us apart from my red lip stain, and honestly, if that doesn’t sum up our personalities, I don’t know what does.

“Two boyfriends is plenty, angel,” Zayden scolds with a tight jaw.

“I think I saw them when I put them down the garbage disposal.”

“Of course he did, I was just going to throw them away. He gave me the idea to put them in the garbage disposal. Said you might look through the trash for them.”

“You both want to get me pregnant? Like several times?” “Like as many times as possible,”

“That was you squirting all over us, baby,”

“Never apologize. Your cunt is fucking heaven, the closest I’ll ever get to it, that’s for sure.”

“Fuck yes,” Zayden groans. “Thank you, brother. Push my cum back into my angel. Fuck her nice and pregnant for me, will you?”

“Get fucked,” Dominic gnashes, his movements and voice practically animalistic. “If my babygirl is getting pregnant by anyone’s cum, it’s mine.” “You guys are twins. Does it really matter?” I ask. “Yes,” they both answer.

“C’mon, Dominic. Fuck our woman right. I know you can let loose more than that.”

“Think you can take it? Think you can handle me when I’m like this?”

“I will now. Now that I know how good you are, how perfect you are for me. For us. I’ll spank this ass bloody and fuck this cunt raw every day for the rest of my life,”

“I’ll love you until the end of time, angel. In this life, the next and every single one to come. It will always be you.”

“I love you so much more, babygirl. Forever. It’s always going to be us. All of us,”

“You’re a little fucked up. You know that, right, baby?”

“I’m fine. I just fucking hate periods.” “No shit. You should be pregnant with my baby right now. Not in pain.”

“I’m on my period, though. I don’t have cute little light periods. I’m bleeding a lot,” I argue. He raises an unimpressed eyebrow at me as he speaks. “Angel, what would ever make you think that would be anything other than a turn-on? I love your blood, and for me to have it without even having to hurt you? Fucking priceless,”

I’ve never had anyone even try to touch me on my period, let alone go down on me.

“Fuck, angel. Don’t make me jealous of a piece of cheesecake. You’re only supposed to look at my cock like that,”

My love for Zayden hit me hard and fast. It happened before I even realized it, and once I did, I knew there was no going back, ever.

“Use me.”

“Not today, angel. You don’t need it today.” “You do, though. All that anger is still inside of you, Zay. From your parents, your childhood, from today. You need this, and I need you to have it. Let it out, make me bleed.”

They are everything for me, everything to me, and I want to be everything to them, even in the darkest of times.

“I like what it does to Zay. He goes feral for me, and it fucking soaks me,”

“Even in death, forever mine,” Zayden says. “Forever ours,” Dominic agrees.

“That’s better. I love you, angel. More than my next breath, more than this entire planet. I’d happily sacrifice every man, woman, and child if it meant protecting you, keeping you.” “Okay, that’s a bit much. That’s over seven billion murders, Zay.” She laughs. “All of them, gone,” I state seriously.

“Even i-in deat-th. Foreve-r y-yours,”

Fuck