Chapter Twenty-Three
Ryker
A fter the words come out of her mouth, she seems to shut down, trying to hide the part of her that wants something that may not be okay. Shoving the ball gag back in Tank’s mouth, I focus fully on my girl even as he tries to yell through the gag.
“I just want–”
I cut her off. “Don’t lie now, little flame. Tell us what depraved things are going through your head.”
She glances at me. “I want him to sit there and watch you–all three of you–have what he couldn’t have. What he will never have. I want to feel powerful and beautiful again.”
“Harley, beautiful, you don’t even want to talk—”
“I know, Grayson!” She takes a breath, forcing herself to relax before she keeps speaking. “I know. I don’t want to talk about it all. I just want my fucking power back. I want to know I can let myself feel everything fully and not fall apart completely, because he– they didn’t ruin me.” Her eyes turn glossy with unshed tears, but she blinks them back, trying to seem determined, even through her fears.
Approaching her from behind, I say, “I may not get possessive when Grayson or Cayden see you, but you are asking for this man, this scum of a man, to see what’s mine,” I hiss, not meaning to come off so abrasive but realizing he would have to see her.
She spins around in my arms, her pupils dilated. “Afterwards, you’ll get to do whatever you want to him, and he will never get to remember what happened.” She breathes deeply, anchoring herself in my eyes. “He used to taunt me about the day he would be able to get his hands on me again and how he would use me. He wanted me, Ryker. Show him I’m not his, and I never will be.” She cups my cheeks as stray tears fall down her cheek. “Please.”
“Are you absolutely sure, baby girl?” Cayden asks as he comes up behind her, his gaze heated.
“Yes,” she says, looking back at him before glancing over at Grayson, who looks a little hesitant. Based on the tent in his jeans, though, he likes the idea. “Gray?” she asks.
His mouth pops open, but no words come out. “Come on, Gray baby. I’ll lead you,” I tell him with a wink, and his cheeks turn pink as he walks over to join the three of us.
“You’re in charge, baby girl. Tell us what you want,” Cade says as his hands glide down her sides and he presses up behind her.
She sucks in a breath and looks at me. “I don’t… I want you to.”
I shake my head. “This is about you.” I step toward her so she is pressed between us and cup her cheeks. “How far this goes is fully up to you.”
“Kiss me,” she murmurs. Getting lost in her hazel eyes, I completely zone out, ignoring Tank’s muffled grunts in the background as I press my lips against hers. Her lips are soft and hesitant as she willingly lets me take the lead, guiding her to open for me so I can intertwine my tongue with hers.
When I pull back, she chases my mouth, and I grin at her, “I could spend hours devouring your mouth, but I think you want more than that,” I tell her.
She nods. “Take my jeans off,” she says quietly.
Cade works on pulling her jeans down while I step back and pull Grayson closer to us from the sidelines. Gripping the back of his neck, I pull him in for a kiss, loving the way the two of them feel so different yet are both so fucking perfect.
Harley groans and jerks when Cade bites down on her neck and then soothes the spot with his tongue. “Do you want Ryker or Grayson to get down on their knees for you?” She nods, and he tsks, pinching her nipple through her shirt, making her gasp. “Use your words, baby girl. Tell us what you want.”
“Ryker,” she breathes, and Cade lifts her up from under her knees while spinning away from Tank so he can only see Cade’s back while he holds our girl wide open for me.
Grinning, I drop to my knees and glance up at Harley. “Where do you want your third boyfriend, babe?”
“Kiss me,” she whines, looking at Grayson, who steps up next to her and wastes no time kissing her.
Running my hands up her thighs, I take in her perfect pink pussy and little clit before leaning forward and placing a chaste kiss on her. When she tries to buck in Cade’s hold, I glance up at her. She’s holding the back of Grayson’s neck but looking down at me. I raise a brow. “Need something?”
“Please, Ry,” she begs.
“Please what? What do you want me to do?” I taunt, running my fingers along the outside of her pussy lips.
“Eat me!” she demands, her cheeks turning red.
“With pleasure, babe.” I grin as I use my thumbs to pull her pussy lips open before devouring her.
Harley
My head falls back against Cade’s shoulder as Grayson’s hands move under my shirt to pull on my already taut nipples. My legs shake as Ryker keeps licking and sucking my pussy. He groans, and it sends shock waves through me as my legs try to clench around his head but can’t with Cade holding them wide open.
When I let out a whimper, Cade chuckles against my neck. “Problem, baby girl?”
“Ryker!” I whine, placing a hand in his hair and yanking it back.
He grins up at me. “Yes, Harley?”
Fuck, why are they making me do this? My head feels heavy, and all I want is to come–I don’t want to think about everything else. This is all I have wanted for a long time. “Please make me come,” I beg.
He hums. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Ryker,” I groan, and he chuckles against my pussy before slowly pushing two fingers into me.
“Give me your eyes, little flame.” My eyes snap down to him. “Good girl. Keep them on me while you come for me.” He keeps his eyes on my face like he is watching for any panic as he sucks my clit into his mouth and thrusts his fingers in and out of me.
My entire body tenses as I feel myself soak his face, and my mind blanks. Gripping his hair harder, I toss my head back and let out a small scream as Cade bites the already sore spot on my neck and Grayson pinches my nipples.
When I come back, trying to catch my breath, I glance down to find Ryker slowly standing and gripping Grayson’s neck. He licks his lips before thrusting his tongue in his mouth. “Doesn’t our girl taste so fucking good?” He says between tongue fucking Grayson’s mouth.
Holy fuck. My greedy pussy clenches around nothing at the sight of them.
“Cade,” I breathe. “I want you.”
Somehow, he manages to spin me around without ever setting me down, so my legs wrap around his waist, and I grip the back of his neck. “Are you sure?”
I nod and then say, “Yes. I want this. I want you.”
Cade walks forward until my back is pressed against the wall, and I reach between us, helping to work his pants down and gripping his hard cock.
Grayson and Ryker come up on each side of me, and with a weird look shared between the three of them, they each take one of my arms and hold it above my head. Cade uses one hand to hold me up and the other to align his cock with my entrance.
He rubs his cock along my entrance, soaking it before slowly pushing in. He keeps his eyes on my face the whole time, and I moan when he is finally fully in me. “You with me?” he asks, and I nod frantically, trying to jerk my hips forward, wanting nothing more than for him to move and make me come again.
Cade pulls out before pushing back in, moving impossibly slow. “Cade,” I groan, tossing my head back against the wall. “Please.”
“If you want me to fuck you harder then you need to keep your eyes on me,” he demands, and I look back at him, doing my best to keep my eyes open and on him as he begins to thrust in harder.
His cock stretches me perfectly, hitting the spot that makes my vision go blurry with each thrust. His pupils are blown, and he groans as he places his forehead against mine and stares at me like there is nothing else in this world right now.
I try to move my arms, but Grayson and Ryker hold onto them. Glancing to the side, I notice Ryker has his cock in his hand, slowly jerking himself off. When I glance to the other side, I find Grayson doing the same.
Something about them jerking off to me being fucked sets me off, and I clench around Cade with a whimpered please .
He grunts and pushes a hand between us to rub circles on my clit with his thumb, and I explode within seconds as our mouths collide. We both groan into each other as he fucks me harder, and he finds his release as I scream my own. My legs shake, and I think if they weren’t holding me, I would collapse into a heap on the floor.
Seconds later, I feel warm streams of cum hit my thighs from either side and glance down right as Grayson and Ryker finish on me.
“Fuck me,” I heave as they let go of my arms, and Cade slowly lowers me down to my feet, making sure I can stand before stepping back.
It’s then I remember where we are, and my cheeks heat as I glance at them. “I kind of forgot he was watching the whole time.”
“He didn’t see anything. We made sure,” Grayson tells me.
“How do you feel?” Ryker asks, cupping my cheek as Cade helps me step back into my pants.
When he starts to pull them up, I grimace, and he chuckles. “Sorry, baby girl. You're going to be a mess in your pants.”
“I feel…really fucking tired?” I furrow my brows.
“Was that a question?” Ryker tilts his head at me.
“No,” I laugh. “I just feel good. I don’t feel like I am going to panic or anything.”
“We can come back and deal with him later,” Grayson says.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“Yes,” they all say in unison as Ryker scoops me up and carries me bridal style out of the shed and back to the club. Luckily, we don’t pass anyone on our way up to my room and go straight to the bathroom.
When the others step in with us, I let out a small chuckle. “Um, my shower isn’t big enough for all of us.”
Ryker winks at me and helps me undress while Grayson turns the shower on and Cade leans against the counter, watching me.
When I’m naked, I step into the shower, and a moment later, Cade steps in behind me. I didn’t even see him get naked.
“Let me,” he says, grabbing a wash cloth and taking his time cleaning me. “Wash your hair or not?”
I shake my head, having just washed it yesterday. It’s up in a bun right now so I don’t have to worry about it getting wet. The longer Cade’s hands are on me, gently washing me, the more emotional I become.
“I don't know why I feel like crying,” I murmur quietly as he shuts the water off and Grayson opens the curtain holding a towel open.
“Because you just took something back for yourself,” he tells me.
“Even if you aren’t ready to admit everything that happened to you yet, you still just proved how fucking resilient you are. If that means you need to cry now, let it happen,” Ryker adds.
As Grayson wraps the towel around me, he pulls me in close and kisses my temple. Leaning on him, I let my eyes fall shut and release a breath as the tears start to fall.
I may not be ready to face everything or to even process how I feel, but I can let myself trust them to hold me up until I can hold myself again.
Ryker
Cade disappeared while Grayson continued to hold Harley and dry her off. When he comes back into the bathroom, holding a t-shirt, he pauses next to me as we both watch Grayson and Harley.
She might be in a rough spot right now, but she took something back for herself, and that’s a huge step, even if she doesn’t see it yet. And now, she is letting herself be vulnerable with us so we can take care of her.
Grayson pulls the towel away and drops it in the hamper in the corner before guiding Harley towards us. “Arms up,” Cade murmurs softly and puts the shirt over her head when she raises her arms.
Stepping forward, I scoop her up and carry her to her bed, laying down with her while the others sit on the bed around us. She blinks her tired eyes at us. “Are you going back out to deal with him?”
“We will eventually, but not until you are okay,” Grayson says, rubbing her thigh.
She smiles sleepily. “Just let me fall asleep, and then you can go. I just want a good nap, and I’ll be good.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, and she nods, burrowing down farther under the blankets and letting her eyes fall shut.
We all stay close until the antsy feeling starts to rise, and I glance at the other two. “Do you think she’ll be alright?”
“Yeah, I don’t think she is going to wake up for a bit.” Grayson smiles.
I always want to stay with her, but I also need this, so I kiss her head and then waste no time heading back out to the shed, the guys close behind me.
“Well, well, well, looks like it’s just the four of us now.” I grin at Tank as we walk in, who glares at us.
“Should we remove his gag?” Cade asks.
I shrug. “Might as well. Let’s see what he has to say.” I undo his gag and toss it across the room.
“She will never be able to be rid of me. I will always be on her mind. Maybe even while you are fucking next time, she’ll be thinking about this, and how I got to watch her puss–”
Cade cuts him off by slamming his fist into his jaw. “Maybe he should stay gagged.”
“Or we can cut his tongue out,” Grayson comments from where he stands a few feet farther back than us. When I raise a brow at him, he just shrugs. “I taught myself how to remove eye balls too. We could just take away his sight and his ability to talk, maybe even burn his throat. It’ll make him feel everything you do to him more intensely, as his other senses go into overdrive.”
Holy fuck, I just fucking came, and now I am rock fucking hard all over again. The way he just stands there, arms crossed, hair messy from Harley gripping it, calm, cool, collected yet stating things about hurting this fucker, is my fucking wet dream.
“Ryker, your fucking dick,” Cade hisses at me as he walks past me and slaps the back of my head. I don’t even rub the pain away from his hit as I grin and readjust my cock now uncomfortable in my jeans. “What do we start with?” Cade asks Grayson.
He thinks it over as he bites the corner of his lip. “I would start with burning his throat, and then we can take his eyes. He’d probably lose too much blood if we took his tongue now. We can do that later.”
“Fuck,” I groan. “Stop talking, Grayson.”
Grayson chuckles. “Problem, Ry?”
“Nope.” I say, popping the P.
“Noah brought some hydrochloric acid when he prepped the shed for everyone. Will that work?” Cade asks.
Grayson nods and takes the container from him as they both approach Tank. I stand back and watch as Grayson partakes in torturing someone for the first time . “You aren’t seriously going to. You all are children! You have no idea what you are getting yourself into,” Tank babbles as Cade approaches him from behind and grabs his jaw, tilting his head back. He uses his other hand to pinch his nose closed so Tank is forced to open his mouth to breath.
The second he does, my baby wastes no time pouring the acid straight down his throat. Even going as far as to shove the opening of the bottle into his mouth so he can’t close his mouth again and is forced to swallow it down or he will choke.
Once it’s empty, he pulls it away, and they both step back as Tank gags and vomits all over himself. I clap my hands together and wander over to the counter, looking at my options for his eyes. Once I land on what I think is best, I spin back around and show Tank with a wide grin.
“I want to,” Grayson says, holding his hand out for the spoon and scalpel.
“Really?” I raise a brow as I hand them over.
“He tortured Harley for a month. He hurt her after she had already been through so much. He was a part of her being away from us for a month. I need him to suffer by my hand too,” he says shakily.
“Okay, baby,” I tell him, gently rubbing his back. I can’t help but feel a burst of pride as I watch him keep his back straight and not even shake as he approaches him again. I know this isn’t normally his thing, and he is struggling, but he is doing it for her and for himself.
Cade holds his head still while Grayson meticulously shoves the spoon into Tank’s eye socket and forces his eyeball out of his head. Tank attempts to scream through the burning on his throat and eventually passes out.
“Do you want him awake?” I ask.
“No. He can wake up blind,” Grayson spits and finishes it off by slicing his eyes out of his head. The eyes fall onto the ground and roll slightly, and I stare down at them. I wonder– “I could put them in a jar and–”
“No,” both Cade and Grayson speak at the same time.
“Party poopers.” I pout. It wouldn’t have been weird. We didn’t have to tell anyone they were real. It would be like those fake Halloween decorations.
Cade wakes Tank back up, and Grayson takes a step back, letting us get to work. “How does it feel to not see anything?” Cade taunts him as he runs a knife across his cheek. “Did you know I know how to keep someone on the brink of death for days on end? I could string you up from the ceiling and taunt you with the pleasure of death for days. You’d think you are going to get it, but then you find yourself alive again. Starving, blind, thirsty, in pain…” He trails off.
“Oh, we could have dates, bring some food down, let you smell it as we eat in the same room as you,” I add in, grinning as I bounce on my toes. “Maybe we should just untie him and let him try to fight his way out of this.”
Cade tilts his head as he thinks it over. “Want to make it a competition? Whoever breaks the most bones wins, and the loser—”
“Has to watch the winner fuck Harley and isn’t allowed to get off,” I laugh.
Cade smirks. “Deal.”
“Dear lord.” Grayson sighs as he fights a smile and scrubs a hand down his face.
We quickly untie Tank, and he immediately shoots to his feet, his head snapping back and forth as his breath turns to panicked pants. Approaching from behind, I lean in close and whisper, “Over here.” Tank spins around, half stumbling as he throws his arms out but misses me by a long shot, causing a laugh to fall from my lips.
Cade moves quickly, grabbing his wrist and bending three of his fingers back until I hear them break. “Three points.” He grins at me.
I scoff as Tank whimpers and tries to bat Cade away, but he backs off before Tank can touch him. Needing to get some points in and not let Cade win, I kick the back of his knee so he drops, and then I stomp on his ankle, waiting to hear the bone crack. Tank tries to scream, but it comes out scratchy and turns into a cough.
“One,” I say as I grab his arm and bend it up his back until his shoulder pops. “Two.” Bending his arm the other way, I snap his elbow and grin at Cade. “Three.” Tank falls into a heap on the floor, and I kick him in the side. “Don’t be a pussy, Tank, man. Get the fuck up.”
“Just kill me,” he rasps, barely understandable.
“Ah, begging, are we? Tell me, did Harley beg for you to stop anytime you put your dirty hands on her or fucking branded her?” I seethe.
He shakes his head and lets out a pathetic whimper that makes Cade chuckle darkly. “Isn’t it amazing how most of you fuckers can dish it out, but you can’t take it? I wouldn’t be on the floor whimpering like a baby. I would be up, fighting my way the fuck out of here. But look at you, a pathetic fucking mess on the floor.”
He delivers a series of kicks straight into his ribs, causing Tank to curl up in a ball on the floor. “Four. Probably broke more than one rib, but I’m playing nice.”
“Oh, fuck you.” I flip him off, which makes him and Grayson laugh.
“Are you guys planning to keep him alive for a while?” Grayson asks.
I glance at Cade, who shakes his head. “No. I don’t want to know he is alive longer than today, and I want us to walk out of here; I want to be able to tell her one of her demons is suffering in hell.”
Sighing, I nod. “No matter how much I would love to play with him for a few days, I agree.”
“Alright. I’ll be right back,” Grayson says as he walks out.
“Let’s put him back in the chair,” Cade grunts. We put the chair back in the center of the room and drag a whining Tank back into it without bothering to tie him up.
Cade grabs some pliers and begins pulling each finger nail off. He takes his time to do one at a time, slowly and pushing on the sensitive piece of flesh after he yanks one off.
Seeing this whimpering, disgusting, pathetic mess gives me so much fucking satisfaction. I needed this. We all needed this, to see him fall apart, knowing we got to take out all our built up anger and fears from the last month out on this piece of shit.
When he finishes, he looks satisfied as he backs away and stares down at the blood coating his bare chest and hands. Taking it as my turn, I let my darkness come forward and unleash my pent up rage on him. Each time my fist connects with him, peace rises inside me.
“Ryker, don’t kill him yet,” Grayson says loudly from behind me.
Heaving, I spin around and notice he is holding a hot poker stick. I grin at him. “Have a plan?”
He nods, his face set into grim determination. He doesn’t want to do this, but it’s clear as day he needs to. “Take his shirt off.”
Cade uses his knife to rip it off him, and we each grab an arm, yanking them backwards so he can’t move as Grayson approaches with the poker.
“This is for Harley.” Grayson chokes as he drags the poker along Tank’s chest carving letters into it.
Tank fights our holds, but with how injured he is, he doesn’t have much energy left to fight us off.
When he is done, we all step back and look at the mess that Tank is and the word Grayson carved into his chest.
VENGEANCE
“Are we ready to end this?” I ask, glancing at the other two, who both nod.
Cade holds up a large knife. “Together?”
Nodding, Grayson and I lay our hands over Cade’s, and we all move together to press it against Tank's chest. “You hurt the wrong girl, Tank. I hope hell treats you worse than we did,” I spit, and we push the knife into his heart as one.
“I need to go for a run,” Cade says, a slight shake to his hands as he steps back.
“Shower first,” Grayson says softly.
Nodding, Cade takes off out of the shed.
“Grayson,” I say, moving towards him. When he sees the wild look in my eyes, he backs away until he finds himself against the wall, me pushing my body against his.
Gathering his wrists in my hands, I raise them above his head. “You wanting to seek out revenge for our girl is the hottest thing I have ever seen. You taking charge and knowing what you wanted to do to him… Fuck, Gray baby. You have had me rock fucking hard since you started talking about removing eyes.”
Grayson chokes on a laugh but doesn’t respond even as I feel his cock jerk against my own. “Please tell me I can have you. I need you,” I murmur, running my nose up the side of his face.
He whimpers softly. “I’m yours.”
I groan against his neck before pulling back far enough to spin him around to face the wall. Moving my hands to the front of his jeans, I slowly undo them as I whisper in his ear, “I won’t take you here, not with dead fucking bodies surrounding us, but I need to touch you.”
When I get his jeans and underwear down to his knees, I spit in my palm before reaching around him and gripping his thick, hard cock in my hand, pumping it. Grayson moans and drops his head against the wall, jerking into my hand.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself with my hand.” I groan, biting his ear lobe. “Suck,” I murmur, using my free hand to push two fingers into his hot warm mouth.
He sucks on my fingers, getting them nice and wet as I keep fucking his cock with my fist. Eventually pulling my fingers out of his mouth, I spit on them and then use them to rub his ass. He jerks forward and whimpers as I press one of the fingers against his tight hole.
“Breathe, Gray. I got you,” I murmur, knowing I’ve taken the time to make sure I knew what I was doing. “Eventually, you will be able to take my cock. Maybe you’ll fuck Harley while I fuck this perfect ass. How does that sound?” I whisper in his ear as I keep working a finger into his loosening asshole while he jerks himself into my hand.
He whimpers. “Good. So good.”
I chuckle. “Are you talking about now, or my idea with Harley?”
“Both!” He groans loudly, slamming his palms against the wall as I finally work my finger all the way into him. He pumps himself into my fist as my finger also fucks his tight little asshole.
Bending my second wet finger, I slowly push it in with the first, sending Grayson over the edge as I twist my fist on his cock. He shoots come all over the wall in front of him.
Slumping against the wall, he breathes heavily and jerks as I pull my fingers out of him. “Fuck.” He groans.
I chuckle, “Aw did I make you swear baby?”
Once I help him get his pants back up and buttoned, Grayson spins around to face me and drops down to his knees.
“Fuck,” I hiss when he reaches for my crotch, squeezing my impossibly hard dick through my jeans.
“Now who’s swearing?” He grins at me.
“You don’t have to, Gray. I didn’t do that so you would—“
“Shut up,” Grayson tells me, pulling my joggers down and wrapping his hand around my cock, pumping it a few times before licking the pre cum from the tip.
“Fuck,” I groan and push a hand into his hair, placing the other one against the wall while staring down into his eyes. He stretches his mouth wide and takes my entire cock down his throat.
His eyes water as he gags, and he pulls back slightly before pushing forward again. “Holy fuck.”
Grayson’s eyes flick up to mine as he swirls his tongue around my cock, pulling back and sucking hard on the head. “Do you like sucking my cock, Gray?”
He hums, making me groan and jolt forward. Gripping his hair, I start pumping my hips forward. “Relax your throat and let me fuck your mouth, baby.”
Grayson’s eyes fall closed as he relaxes. He grabs my thighs, holding on as he stares up at me, tears streaming down his face as he gags.
“Fuck, do you want my cum, baby?”
Groaning around my cock, he nods, and it’s my undoing. My balls tighten as my head falls back, and I groan as my cock twitches in his warm mouth, cum coating his throat.
As I look back down and pull away, Grayson swallows and licks his lips. Taking his hand, I help him up and push him back against the wall to taste myself in his mouth. “Fucking hell. Gray baby, you killed me,” I murmur against his lips.
He smiles shyly. “Don’t say that. I think I’d really like to do that again.”