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A lot of lessons were learned that day. The most important one was that I didn’t need a hero. I’d rather be the villain. A walking nightmare for those who got in my way.
I was a fucked-up version of Cinderella. One who’d never known the love of her father and didn’t get rescued by a fairy godmother or Prince Charming. And if Prince Charming showed up now, I would probably eat him.
Subconsciously I wanted to run or curl up in the fetal position. Then there was the hussy in me who wanted to ask if he would speak directly into my pussy with that luscious rumble.
I wasn’t sexually shy, but flirting with these three men was not good for my health. Literally, anyone else would be a less complicated fuck.
“Your daughter’s fiancé has been close to my pussy enough times to know I’m a lady,”
“She can wear whatever the fuck she wants. One, because that’s her fucking prerogative, and two, I know my dick is good enough to keep her coming and coming and coming…back to me every time.”
“Get in, principessa,” Caleb bit out. “Oh, look at that. I’ve moved up from Romano bitch,”
Survival hinged on knowing when to act on instinct and when to sit back and observe. So I tightened the black fabric behind my head, cutting off my sight.
It didn’t matter how much healing you’d done. When accepting your body, there were always bound to be moments where you’d need to rebuild your walls and remind yourself that you were a hot bitch whose worth was determined by more than appearance.
“I might’ve had to marry you, but I don’t fuck Romano scum. No matter how sinful you taste. Your family is fuckin’ tainted.”
“You may not want to fuck me, husband, but if you stick your dick in another bitch, I’ll cut the fuckin’ thing off. Which would be a shame because it feels like it’s a nice mouthful.”
“Fuck, Scar. I want to fill you up and watch my cum leak out before shoving it back in,”
Thick, warm liquid hit my hand and abs, my body shuddering with each spurt of cum. I peeled my eyes open again, staring down my phone like it was her icy eyes I was looking into as I dragged a finger through my mess, bringing the digit to my mouth and licking it off. “Will you come clean me up next time, Scar?”
His gaze was so intense that it was hard to hold. It was like he wanted to claw inside my body and pull out my secrets. And I found myself wanting to let him.
His tone was sweet, but his actions were commanding—the two sides of his personality warring for dominance. He was both.
You can call me your dirty slut and shove your cock down my throat and still cook for me and tuck me into bed, Niko,”
“Be my good little whore and get on the fuckin’ counter.”
“I’m going to make that dirty fucking mouth of yours clean up the mess you make on my cock after I’m done using you.”
“I want you so fucking sore, Scar, that with every move you make, you think about how you let someone other than your husband fuck this delicious pussy,”
“His fucking loss if he doesn’t want to have me,” she whispered, licking her lips as she searched my face. Have her. That’s what I fucking wanted. I wanted to possess her and be possessed by her. Our lips came together once more, but this melding felt different. Her tongue slid over mine in a tangled mess, and a sense of desperation sent us over the edge into oblivion. Fuck. I was obsessed with my brother’s wife.
I had let a six-five giant of a man—who’d held me still while his brother drugged me—come inside me while he fucked me against a fridge. And if that wasn’t deranged enough behavior, I’d then dropped to my knees to suck our combined cum off his thick cock before he made me lap up what I’d leaked on the floor.
Be a good little whore and clean up the messes you’ve made.
“Ugh. You’re literally a killer. How did you manage to catch feelings after one fuck?”
Maybe I was so starved for any type of affection that the second someone was kind-ish to me, I folded like a damn chair. Enzo had really fucked me up on the relationship front.
Fuck. Therapy was the worst decision if you were determined to sit in denial and disassociation.
I’d probably sleep like the dead tonight. Because feeling emotions was fucking exhausting. I didn’t know how people did it. Today I’d felt rejection, anger, and jealousy—all within a few hours of each other.
“You’re going to be coated in my cum the rest of the day. Understand?” he asked, his green eyes arrogantly staring me down as he tucked himself back inside his slacks while I stood there with his cum leaking down my leg. “And just so you know, the three of us tell each other everything. Niko says your mouth is like a gift from the devil.” He leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “I’ll have to tell them that you love to be coated in cum too.”
The vulnerability in her eyes tore at my blackened heart. Even this confident woman had tender areas she kept shielded under her fierce persona. She wanted to belong. Wanted to be cared for. Possessiveness thrummed in my veins.
“I’m going to use you like a whore, but that’s because you’re my pretty little whore.
“We’re going to fuck your pussy raw now.”
There was no way she’d be able to get away now that I’d accepted the bond the fates decided to tie between her and me. I’d care for her until someone put me in the grave, and then I’d search the underworld to find her.
“Is the sight of my hand on Kenji’s cock going to send you into another orgasm?” I asked, leisurely drawing our joined hands up and down his shaft.
“That’s right, brother. You’re going to fuck our little cum slut.” I pulled out of her warm heat. “You look so pretty leaking my cum from your used cunt,” I said, watching the sticky white substance trail down her perfectly marred thighs.
“Kenji, be a good boy and get on your fucking knees. I want you to push Niko’s cum back where it belongs before you add your own,” she ordered.
I expected him to use his fingers to shove it back into her waiting pussy, but instead, he collected it with his tongue. My brain had a meltdown at the sight, and my heart was palpitating. I’d never thought about how I’d feel watching another man lap up my release as it leaked out of a pussy, but I knew right then I wanted to see this again and again and again.
“This what you wanted, little one? To see my tongue coated in yours and Niko’s cum? You both taste fucking divine.”
“Who would have thought my favorite lubrication would be Niko’s cum,”
“Why is it so hot to feel Niko’s hand brush my cock every time I drive into your fucking gorgeous pussy?” Kenji asked. “Fuck, I’m going to come.” Without thinking, I reached around and cupped Kenji’s balls from behind while keeping my fingers on her clit. He cried out, stilling his movements as he emptied inside her.
There was something so satisfying about watching men show their whole asses as they dug themselves into holes with their mansplaining.
“Your dick’s getting hard, Kenji. Imagining my tits?” she asked without meeting my eyes. I leaned over, not wanting the two men we were following down a low-lit hall to hear me. “No, I’m thinking about sinking to my knees and lapping up that cunt like a good fucking boy,”
Moments like this were when I was aware of how fucked in the head I was. Because it wasn’t fear running through my system. It was excitement. I lived for the thrill.
The moment he was standing in front of me, his mouth pressed to mine, his hand tangling in my hair. This kiss was different from the others. This one wrapped around my heart and refused to release it.
Stopping to acknowledge that I felt meant turning off the numb coursing through me. My mask had been on so long that I didn’t know who I was beneath it or how I would cope with the consequences of removing it.
“I was surprised that you would care for me after the way we started out. Let me care for you too.”
Gray sweatpants and dickprints were to women what tits were to men. Instant insanity the minute they’re put in our faces, and I was not immune to their enticing pull. Especially the one that Caleb was rocking right now.
How had we gone from talking over who’d shot at us to how proficient at sucking cock I was?
“Open your fucking mouth, Scar.” She followed the command. “That’s a good fucking girl. I’m going to coat that throat in cum.”
The string she’d wrapped around my heart pulled tighter. I wanted to crawl inside her, body, mind, and soul, and never leave. Bury myself so deep she couldn’t leave even if she wanted.
She pried my mouth open and spit my release into my mouth, then shoved her tongue inside. “Like the way you taste?” she asked against my lips.
“Let’s take care of this dripping pussy. On the couch. Now,”
