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  “Oh god…” she moans loudly, the noise vibrating off of the walls. “I’m… I’m coming…” she pants, her back arching off the bed. Wes places a hand against her chest, holding her in place as her body shakes, her tight channel squeezing the fuck out of my thick digits. I stare down at her pink folds that are glistening with arousal. Her pussy gushes that sweet cream all over my fingers and I remove them from her pussy, bringing them to her lips.

  “Lick ‘em clean, Princess, taste how badly you want my brother and me,” I order, and she does as she’s told, her mouth opening as she sucks the three digits inside, closing her plump lips around them.

  She’s still basking in the endorphin release of her climax when we move her body so her head is on the edge of the mattress. Wes moves off the bed and stands right beside it already pumping his cock in his hand.

  I spread her legs and run the head of my cock over her overly sensitive clit gathering all her juices before lining myself up with her entrance. She whimpers when I start to ease in, biting at that pretty plump bottom lip to stop the cry of pain from passing it.

  Fuck, I wonder why she hasn’t told me to stop yet, though for some fucked up reason I want her to, I want her to beg me to stop, to plead with me. Knowing that I hold all the power over her has me ready to explode. Sucking in a calming breath to stop myself from just sinking all the way into her, from ripping her innocence away, from making her bleed, I let the air fester in my lungs. Hard and rough, that’s how I picture taking her, how I will take her, eventually.

  “Once I start fucking you, you’ll start sucking Wes’s dick, got it?” I bite out, keeping my eyes on hers. She nods, and I enter her slowly, the head of my cock pushing just inside. She’s so fucking tight, I almost come before I’m even in all the way. Grabbing onto her hips with both hands I hold her in place as I sink deeper pushing through the thin barrier. She cries out beneath me, but I don’t stop. I keep pushing into her until my balls touch her ass, and I’m seated so deep inside her she’ll never forget how full I made her feel.

  Her body shudders once she’s fully penetrated, and against everything inside me, I stay there for a few seconds, giving her a moment to adjust before I pull back out a smidge just to slide back in. I grit my teeth at the pleasure rippling through me, as she looks up at me through hooded eyes, her chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. I can see her pulse thrumming against her throat, and I want to bite her, mark her skin. Unable to hold back a second longer, I pull all the way out and thrust my hips forward. Her eyes squeeze shut and her face scrunches up in a mixture of pain and pleasure, still, she doesn’t ask me to stop. Good girl. I grip her hips, with bruising force, wanting to make certain she feels every glorious inch of my cock.

  “Open your mouth, Princess,” Wes orders and I move her up a little more so her head is hanging off the edge of the bed. Wes cradles her head with his hand, turning it sideways to give him perfect access to her mouth.

  She parts her lips and Wes doesn’t waste any time. He pumps his cock once and then pushes all the way into her mouth, his balls hitting her chin, the sound of her gagging around his length meets my ears and it damn near makes me explode. Her whole body tenses a moment later including her pussy around my cock. Fuck.

  The last ounce of restraint I have evaporates and I start to really fuck her, driving into her heat with deep, hard strokes, while Wes fucks her mouth.

  “You’re our filthy little princess, aren’t you?” My voice is deep, dark, possessive, and I thrust into her harder, waiting for her response, all while knowing I won’t get one, not with Wes’s cock deep in her throat. I look up at my brother, his eyes fall closed, his jaw tight, his hand cradling her head possessively, as he continues to thrust into her mouth.

  Fuck, this has to be the hottest shit I’ve ever seen.

  Leaning over her body, I suck her pink dusky nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue against the hardened bud a few times before I start to suck the hell out of it. Her hands come up to my shoulders, her sharp fingernail sinking into my skin, and I wonder if this is it, if this is when she pushes me away, when she tells us it’s too much, but as soon as I feel the sharp pain of her nails in my skin, and look into her eyes I know she isn’t pushing me away. No, she’s digging her claws into me so I can’t get away, and suddenly that’s all that matters to me. It’s not about revenge in this moment, not about her father, or our need for something darker, it’s just about us, owning her, worshipping her body.

  Growling around her nipple, I bite down on the hard nub, before releasing it to kiss the pain away. She moans around my brother’s cock and I feel her pussy quiver around mine.

  “I’m going to come in your pretty mouth…” Wes groans, he’s so far gone, his head is tipped back, his eyes are closed, and I know he’s seconds away from exploding.

  “Swallow his cum, Princess, swallow every drop,” I order, thrusting harder, and faster, my cock moving with ease through her arousal, my pre-cum, and her virgin blood.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Wes growls, his hips stilling as he comes inside her mouth. I continue my thrusts, swiveling my hips to hit a spot at the back of her channel that I know will send her hurtling over the edge, and as if it’s far too much for her tiny body to handle, she starts to come, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her body shaking, a loud moan of pleasure is muffled by my brother’s softening cock, right before he pulls out of her mouth.

  Beautiful. Pure fucking perfection.

  Upping my pace, I thrust into her with unbridled need, her pussy strangling my length as aftershocks of pleasure ripple through her womb. My fingers bite into her flesh, and my head tips back as I bask in the feeling of her tight pussy.

  “Come inside me…” her tiny command meets my ears and I blink my eyes open, peering down into a pair of blues that captivate me. Her command is one I’ll gladly oblige. It’s then that I feel it. A change. It’s almost as if she’s an equal in our situation now.

  “Please come inside me…” She reaches for me, her nails sinking into my bicep and I grit my teeth wanting to hold off my release even for a second longer of being inside her for the first time, but there’s no point. I’m ready, so fucking ready. With one more deep stroke, I press my balls to her ass and empty every drop of sticky warm cum into her womb.

  “Fucking fuck…” I growl, pressing into her as hard as I can, willing our bodies to become one. My cock twitches inside her, and I know I’m still coming, filling her tight hole with every single drop of my release. Unable to hold myself up a second longer, I collapse on top of her, pressing her body into the mattress. My pulse thunders in my ears. I’m pretty sure I’ve never come this hard before.

  “You did such a good job, Princess.” Wes’s praise meets my ears and I lift my head, watching as he strokes the side of her cheek with his knuckles, the possessive look in his eyes tells me he too feels the change, and without a doubt, I know our situation has gotten ten times more complicated. Worse yet, she nuzzles her face against his fingers, as if they soothe her.

  Fuck. We’re screwed.

  I slowly push up onto my forearms and ease out of her, making her wince. Wes must have already been to the bathroom because he hands me a warm washcloth when I lean back against the mattress. I take it with a nod, and start to clean her up, my touch is gentle as I examine her, just to make sure I didn’t hurt her. I wipe at her folds, and then her entrance, the white washcloth appearing from between her legs with only a few smears of pink on it.

  “You didn’t bleed a lot,” I tell her and catch her curiously looking down at the washcloth in my hand.

  “Are you in pain?” Wes asks, pulling on a pair of sleep pants as he sits down on the edge of the bed.

  “No…I mean…I don’t know. I’m just a little sore…you know, down there, but I’m not…” she answers shyly. Fuck that. I won’t have her acting shy, not anymore, not after she asked me to come inside her the way she did.

  “Don’t act so shy Jessa. You just begged me to come inside y
ou. I think you can handle a conversation like this.” I watch her cheeks turn a bright red.

  A gruff laugh escapes Wes’s mouth, and I can’t remember the last time he laughed, or the last time I felt so…relaxed, so okay.

  “Okay…” she mumbles and looks between Wes and I once more, a smile pulling at her lips, and fucking Christ that smile is breathtaking. I get off the bed and go into the bathroom to clean myself off. When I come back into the bedroom, I find Jessa missing, and I’m slightly irritated at the thought.

  “Where did she go?” I ask Wes, who I find still sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes burning holes into his hands.

  “Declan came in and I asked him to give her a shower. I think we need a little space away from her right now.” It’s clear he’s having a hard time grappling with his emotions, but I won’t push him on it. If he wants to talk to me, he knows I’m here.

  “Alright, well I suppose I’ll do some more intel on her father and see if anything has changed.”

  “Something did change…maybe not with her father, but with us, between all of us. Claiming her was either the end of us or the start of something great. I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”

  I give him a curt nod and leave him alone in his room. He’s right, whatever we just did with her was more than just sex and it changed everything.

  Chapter Nine

  Jessa

  Declan’s face is nothing more than a mask of coldness, and I desperately want to crack him open and find out what makes him tick. I’m completely naked still, having left my shirt behind with Wes and Trey. Wes asked him to take me to shower, something we’ve done once before, but worry consumes me when we start walking toward the elevator. I wince with each step I take, Declan’s strong hand gripping my wrist like a steel shackle.

  “Where are we going?” I whisper and chance a glance at him through my long strands of blonde hair.

  “You have my brothers wrapped around your little fingers, but not me.” His menacing voice is cold, void of any emotion, much like his face. I shiver, mainly from the chill his demeanor gives me. I want to feel the same closeness with him that I feel with his brothers, but he’s so closed off, so dark, that I wonder if I can even reach him.

  He pulls me into the elevator and pushes some buttons, the door sliding closed a moment later and only then do I think maybe I should have screamed, or at the very least tried to run. Something tells me that Declan is about to hurt me or maybe even kill me. The thought has my blood running cold and as if out of instinct my body starts to shake with fear.

  “A-are y-you going to k-kill me?” I stutter just when we arrive at level three, and the elevator dings and the doors open.

  “Not yet,” Declan pulls me out of the elevator. I trip over my own feet and almost face plant into the floor, but he tugs me up by my arm before I make contact with the concrete. With a frustrated sigh, he grabs me by the waist and lifts to carry me the rest of the way. I’m so confused and consumed with fear that I don’t realize where we’re going until it’s too late.

  My eyes widen as we enter the room with the camera set up in it. No! Please no. He throws me onto the bed like I’m a rag doll, and I land with a hard bounce, the air expelling from my lungs with the impact. Pushing up onto my hands and knees I scurry backward toward the corner of the mattress and pray that Trey or Wes will find me before this gets to be too bad.

  He walks to the side of the bed he was standing on yesterday when I gave him a blowjob. The camera is still pointing that way when he turns it on. Without even a flicker of emotion in his eyes, he grabs my ankle and pulls me toward him. I briefly consider fighting him, maybe trying to kick him with my free foot but before I get the chance, he grabs my other ankle as well.

  Dragging me all the way to the edge of the bed, he flips me over in one swift move so I’m bent over the bed. He keeps one hand on my lower back, pressing me into the mattress while spreading my legs with his knee. I hear him undo his pants and my inner walls clench around nothing but air. I just had sex and I highly doubt he is going to be gentle. Trying to squirm away is futile, and only makes his grip harsher, and his body angrier as he uses his muscled chest to pin me to the mattress.

  “Please,” I whimper. All my thought about not begging evaporate, when I feel the smooth head of his obscenely large cock probing my entrance. I gulp, feeling my already sore muscles clench in anticipation. Every single part of me tells me this is wrong, being held down, him forcing himself inside me, but somewhere deep inside, deep inside my heart I know submitting to him is the only way to reach him. I don’t understand how I know this, but I do, and I hold onto that thought as he rips me to shreds.

  “That’s right, beg…beg me to stop,” he whispers against the shell of my ear before thrusting inside of me with one deep, impossibly hard thrust. I cry out, mainly from pain, though there is a sliver of pleasure that courses up my spine at the impact, it’s not enough to outweigh the searing pain in my pussy.

  “Please… Declan…” I cry out, as he thrusts again.

  “Such a fucking slut. You’ve got my brother’s cum inside you and now you’ll have mine too. If you thought you were sore before you’ll be bleeding by the time I’m done with you.” He brushes my hair away from the back of my neck and grips me there, his fingers digging into the tender flesh as he uses me, owns me.

  “Please…” The word slips from my lips as tears sting my eyes, but I’m not sure if I’m asking for him to stop, or to keep going. My body wants whatever parts of him he’s willing to give me, but my mind screams that this is wrong, so very wrong.

  “No one can save you from me.” He grunts, savagely thrusting into me, the pleasure catching up with the pain with each deep stroke. “Show your daddy what a fucking whore his princess is, show him how your tight little hole takes our cocks. Scream for him to come and save you.”

  His hips slam into me, his balls slap against my ass and his filthy words only add to the pleasure. He’s panting now, his thrusts faster, his grip bruising. His body presses me deeper into the mattress and I feel his lips at my ear.

  “Come for me, Princess. Give me your pain, your pleasure...I want it...all of it.” I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I can do is feel, feel his body sliding over mine, feel his hips flexing with each delicious stroke he gives me. I don’t know when it happened, but at some point, the pleasure starts to outweigh the pain and the familiar tingle of warmth forms deep inside in my belly. I’m going to come.

  It’s so wrong, and yet so damn right. I don’t understand, and yet I don’t really care to. I find myself moaning into the mattress, my pussy fluttering with his rough thrust. A few more strokes and I’m soaring over the edge into pure darkness. My eyes drift closed for a moment and I feel my walls clench around his thick rod, impaling me over and over again.

  I try to turn my face into the mattress, and away from the camera but Declan won’t let me move. He wants me to look into the camera, he wants to show my father the filthy slut I’ve become. He wants to degrade me and remind me that I’m nothing more than their captive, a means to an end.

  I bite the inside of my cheek but it’s futile, his grip is hard and I’m tired of fighting, tired of holding back the blinding pleasure. Unable to hold it in a second longer the cry of pleasure rips from my throat as the last ripples of my orgasm zing through my body. I feel nothing, and everything all at once as I stare into the camera, the flashing red light, telling me he’s gotten exactly what he wanted.

  Behind me Declan continues to move, his hips are punishing, and I can feel his cock growing thick inside of me. It feels like he’s growing, getting larger. His grip on my neck tightens further, and at this point he’s most likely going to be leaving bruises as he pumps into me one last time, roaring as he empties himself inside my swollen channel.

  Like my body is fire and he is gasoline, he pulls out of me and releases his hold on my neck at the same time. Instantly I feel cold and empty. I watch him turn the camera off and pull his pan
ts back up, but I don’t move. I don’t think I can move right now even though there is nothing holding me down anymore. I can’t actually make my limbs move.

  Warm cum runs down the inside of my thighs and unlike the way I felt with Trey this really does make me feel like a whore. Tears slip from my eyes, my chest heaves, as a sob catches in my throat. I want Declan to hold me, to take care of me like his brothers did, but he just stands there looking down at me like I’m the one that just degraded him, that broke him. The coldness of the room seeps into my bones, into every pore of my body.

  My entire body throbs and before I even get the chance to say a word, the door swings open so quickly it slams against the wall with a loud bang that echoes through the room.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Wes yells, stepping into the room first. Trey is right behind him looking like he is about to kill someone, his gaze is furious, fire flickering in his dark brown depths.

  “What the fuck, Declan? What are you doing?” There’s a panic to Trey’s tone that can’t be missed. He cares about me, he has to, why else would he be looking at his own flesh and blood like he is? Hopefully, I cling to that thought.

  “I did what needed to be done. You two need to get your heads out of your asses and see what’s going on here. She is still the enemy and you treat her like a fuck buddy, like an actual fucking princess. She’s nothing to us. She and her father are playing you and the sooner you see that, the easier this is going to be.”

  Declan’s words hurt, they hurt far worse than any slap or punch ever could. He doesn’t believe me, even after I submitted to him after I let him use my body. Tears stain my cheeks, my lips trembling as I try and hold back the sadness. Looking up at all three men, I can see the conflict in both Trey and Wes’s eyes. And still, Trey comes over to me, taking me into his arms. If I could disappear right now, I would. He lifts me bridal style cradling me to his chest.