Chapter Fourteen
Livia
What are they going to do to me?
I yank at the cuffs on my wrist, and the rattling chains sound like mocking laughter in my ears.
“So you’re not here because your father works for your boyfriend?” Callen asks conversationally.
“What? My father is a lawyer—”
“And you’re not here to steal our painting for your boyfriend?” Mason adds.
“Please, I don’t know what painting you’re talking about. You have to believe me. And I’ve never had a boyfriend in all my life.”
Are they confusing me for someone else? Relief starts to build in my stomach. I have to make them see that I’m not the person they think I am.
“My name is Livia Daniels. I’m a law student. My father is a lawyer and owns a small firm. Please believe me when I say I’ve never had a boyfriend before. Not once. You’re mistaking me for someone else.”
“Are you saying you don’t know Kirill Yenin?”
A different kind of coldness sinks into my bones at the sound of that name. How do they know about Kirill Yenin? More importantly, why does it matter to them?
“I… I don’t know him. My father just told me I had to marry him.”
Except he didn’t just tell me. He emotionally blackmailed me into saying yes by bringing up my mom. He made me feel such immense guilt on her behalf. He took me back to when she died. He also let me know how my mom ruined his life, and because of her mental illness, he was unable to grow his law firm and achieve his goals.
He spent his whole marriage taking care of her, then taking care of me and all it did was ruin him financially and now he was on the brink of losing the house. He said he had an opportunity to bring in a lot of money and clout to his law firm, and he emphasized again how much he deserved that and how my mom and I had robbed him of it previously
He put the onus on me to fix his life. And he used my mom against me to do it. I couldn’t let the house I grew up in be owned by someone else. It was my lifeline. And yet how could I do what he wanted me to do?
But then he called me his beautiful daughter and hugged me, and he said things would be better between us. And so I said yes, I would marry Kirill Yenin, whom he was bringing in as a partner at the law firm.
“You’re not going to marry that son of a bitch anymore,” Mason says lightly, bringing a frown to my face.
“Because you’re married to us,” Deacon says as Callen pulls out a rolled-up sheet of paper from the breast pocket of his jacket, which he’d left on one of the other beds.
Callen shows me the sheet of paper, holding it just outside of my reach, but it’s as clear as day as I stare at the document in horror. It’s a marriage contract with my name on it.
I sputter and choke on air when the signature on the document could have easily been done by me but wasn”t, and more shockingly, I can’t tell the difference between the fake and my real signature.
I’m now Livia Kate Ursid, and I’m married to Deacon Walsh Ursid, Callen Andrews Ursid, and Mason Blackstone Ursid.
The only question running through my head is: why? Why are they doing this? I feel as if I’m a rag doll in a maze, where I’m being pulled apart to go in different directions.
“I didn’t sign that. It’s not my signature. It’s fake. It means nothing because I did not sign that. You’re mistaking me for someone else. Please, just believe me. I have no idea what’s happening right now.”
“Let’s simplify it for you then,” Deacon says, and I know already from his tone that his words are going to be final. “You’re now married to us. You’re the Ursid bride. It’s final and uncontestable. Accept it.”
“I’m so confused. Why? Why are you doing this? I just don’t understand any of it.” Bewilderment blazes through me like a speeding bullet, puncturing everything inside me that makes sense and leaving me nothing but completely perplexed.
“When you trespassed on our property, you invited us into your life,” Callen says as his gaze envelops me. I’m still handcuffed and huddled up against the headboard, but my skin burns wherever he looks.
“When you trespassed on our property, you became ours.” Mason drags his thumb across his lip, and I’m reminded of him tasting the milk that still leaks from my aching, full breasts.
“Just like in the fairytale, but twisted,” Deacon adds darkly.
“She filled my bowl with the sweet milk from her beautiful tits,” Mason says.
“She left her sweet pussy juices on my favorite chair, scenting the wood forever now,” Callen says.
“She sleeps in my bed, and now she’ll take my cock into her sweet body until she bleeds, and she’ll be an Ursid bride until her last breath.” Deacon reaches out and grips my ankle before he yanks me onto my back on the bed.
Before I can try to scramble away, he pins me down, towering over me, taking my breath, and making me drown in his dark gaze. His eyelashes are so long that I’m captivated by their silky thickness. But then he forces his thigh between mine and enflames my skin as he nestles into me.
His gaze glides over my wet breasts. I can”t believe how I’m withstanding their incredible fullness and not screaming and begging for relief. Any kind of relief. Maybe it’s the thought of never being the same again that surpasses the tormenting discomfort in my body.
His cologne infuses my cells and makes my breath stagger. I can’t stop my gaze from running over the hard beauty of his face. Dear god.
“Did he touch you?” Deacon wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes. My nipples throb so hard, I’m almost at the point of begging them to help me find some sort of release.
“What?” I ask confused, out of my depth, and panicked. He’s going to cut off my blood supply.
“Yenin. Did he touch you?” Deacon’s hand slides down the length of my body, over my hip, and I’m acutely aware of every bit of his touch that makes my skin smolder under the callousness of his palm and the dip of his fingertips into my flesh.
He reaches between my thighs, and I struggle to close my legs, embarrassed that he’ll find me wet and hating myself just a little more for having no control over my body.
“Did he fucking touch you anywhere on your body?” He growls before his finger slides between my folds and dips into my wetness. My head lifts off the bed, and a deep, unrecognizable sound escapes my lips.
No one has seen me naked to start off with, and no one has ever touched me either. The contact sears through the layers of my cells, and time stands still. I am only aware of one thing. Deacon’s touch on my pussy, that now feels wetter than ever.
I forget to breathe as his thumb rotates over my slippery clit, opening a flood of sensations that are both wondrous and wrong for me. I shouldn’t let him touch me, and as a weak attempt, I bring out my right hand against his chest, but that contact just reiterates everything else happening inside me while my left hand is still restrained to the bed with the set of handcuffs.
“Answer the question, Livia,” Deacon demands, squeezing my throat, which in turn only makes my pussy pulse more against his finger.
I search my brain for what he asked me. Kirill Yenin…
I managed to completely block from my mind everything about Kirill Yenin the instant my father told me I had to marry him. I have no idea whether he’s old or young, or what he looks like. Whether he’s kind or cruel, because what would it matter anyway? I still had to marry him no matter what if I wanted to please my father, even just a little. And I had to save our house. It was my mom’s house and she loved it dearly.
“No, I don’t even know what he—”
I don’t get to finish my sentence before Deacon deserts me. He lowers himself until he is between my legs, his face in line with my pussy. I’m paralyzed with embarrassment that he can not only see my pussy but he can smell me too.
My world starts to spin, and chaos reigns as Deacon opens his mouth on me, capturing my clit between his lips and pulling before he flicks his tongue at my virgin slippery bud and then slides the tip of his tongue between my folds.
I’m thrown out of my reality when Callen and Mason slip in beside me and take one of my breasts in their hands and my nipples in their mouth.
I gush with milk the instant they start to pull on me, and a full-body quiver grips every part of me as they continue to empty my breasts.
Wild, dark, and obscene need replace the relief they give me as they pull my nipples to the roofs of their mouths and suck. I feel wetness dripping from my pussy and fall onto Deacon’s tongue before he ravishes me all over again.
The sensations are too much for someone as inexperienced as I am. My body sways and writhes while I try to both escape their mouths but also press myself harder against them.
I lose my pride, my head, and everything to them when an orgasm sparks in the deepest, most intimate part of my body and breaks through all my barriers. I come in Deacon’s mouth while I fill Callen’s and Mason’s mouths with my milk. I see stars, and each one is riddled with sublime wonder, confusion, guilt, and hate.
I can’t be me. I must be someone else. I’m not like this. And I can’t make myself stop. I’m weak. Weakened.
Deacon lifts himself from between my legs and immediately engulfs the nipple that Callen deserted into his mouth. He uses his hand to squeeze my breast at the same time that I feel Callen’s fingers stroking the wet seam of my pulsing pussy.
I can’t help it and shudder, quaking as another orgasm rakes through.
“Please,” I whisper, not sure what I want.
Deacon releases my nipple, and it’s only when I feel a deluge of liquid drizzle over my already heated flesh that I know he filled his mouth with my milk and bathed my pussy in it.
Mason deserts me too, and I whimper uncharacteristically at the loss of both his and Callen’s touch. But the sound of Deacon unbuckling and unzipping his pants causes the walls around me to quake.
Deacon presses his cock against my inner thigh. I jerk at the cuff on my wrist, petrified now. The hotness and the absolutely tremendous size of his cock on my flesh stuns me.
I try to squirm away, but I’m no match for him. Using one hand, he guides his shaft to the entrance of my pussy. My body tenses up and goes rigid. My pussy contracts as if I can deter his entry into me.
“This is where we take your virginity. Here in this cottage. And this is where you will stain your husbands’ cocks with your sweet, innocent blood. This is where you will be marked as ours. Forever.”