Chapter Fifteen
Livia
This is where you will be marked as ours. Forever.
I reel from the finality in Deacon”s voice while my father’s words echo in my head when he told me I owed him nothing more than the courtesy of remaining a virgin until I marry Kirill Yenin. A man I had never met before and whom my father desperately wanted as his business partner. If I do this, I’ll my mom’s house and maybe my father will love me.
I have to beg Deacon to stop. But the sound of my voice is silenced by my body as he parts my folds with the enormous head of his shaft before he drives his cock into me in one solid, slow, but firm thrust.
I’m too shocked to comprehend that this is happening to me right now. A delayed scream, hoarse and filled with astonishment, finally escapes my lips. My body roars in wonder at the mammoth intrusion of Deacon’s cock inside my unused body, while my mind just melts.
“Fuck.” Deacon’s breath whispers against my cheek as he pushes in deeper, breaking through the unbearable tightness of my body, opening me up to take him and destroying my innocence as if it belonged to him.
My pussy still pulses from my previous orgasm, and I’m stunned at once at the sensation of my walls contracting against the hardness of his cock inside me. For a moment, that strange, searing thrill makes me forget the undeniable pain riveting through me.
He took my virginity.
Oh god.
I try to twist away from him, using all my strength, but I am nothing compared to him. Deacon Walsh just pulls me closer and buries his cock deeper inside me. So deep, I can feel him running in my blood, taking what was not his.
And I can”t bear the agony of being stretched any more.
With only one free hand, I’m defenseless to push him away, so I do the direct opposite. I cling to him, sobbing against him as he makes me bleed for him.
But it’s not enough for him. He gathers me fully into his arms and fills my pussy up with the rest of his cock. I can no longer tell the difference between disbelief, amazement, pain, and fear.
All I feel is my body being stretched and my walls parted, as a man I don’t know takes my innocence, but I”m also so fantastically and incredibly aware that two other men are going to do the same thing to me.
I struggle to breathe the same way I struggle to keep his cock inside me.
“Breathe,” Deacon commands as he drags his thickness out of my pussy as if he were giving me a reprieve. But even that motion is dark and humiliating, as the sound of my wetness echoes around the room. He sinks into me again, then holds himself there as he sips from my wet breasts.
Except he doesn’t just sip from me. He sucks on me, and he nibbles on me hard enough that I start crying as I writhe beneath him. But every movement I make reminds me of his cock inside me.
And with every movement, my pussy gets wetter around him until I can’t take it anymore, and a climax builds around his thickness inside me, and I shatter to pieces beneath him, so mortified I want to die a thousand deaths.
He only pulls his cock from me when my last spasm echoes inside me, and then, before I can take my next breath, Callen fills the space between my thighs. I can’t not see my blood on Deacon’s cock, and a brutal, humiliating heat settles in my cheeks.
I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. Instead of trying to squirm away from Callen, I move toward him. What is wrong with me? Why can”t I think properly?
I’m quivering so much that Callen takes my free hand and slips it into his shirt which he unbuttoned, until my palm rests on his chest. His strong, steady heartbeat immediately warms me up and makes me wetter, and I can’t explain any of it.
“Eyes on me, Livia,” he says softly as he guides his cock into me. I stare into the darkness of his irises, and I find myself drowning in a pool of mayhem.
But then I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. My body remembers the burn of being stretched to the fullest. I try to close my legs, but Callen doesn’t let me.
He penetrates me, and it’s like having my virginity taken again. My hand fists against his naked chest. A deep howl falls from my lips, and my back arches deeply. I have to stop him. I can’t do this again.
Callen pulls his cock from me, just a little, and then I feel his finger stroke my clit. My mind explodes, and goosebumps sprout from my skin.
My eyes close as he continues to stroke me, but he demands I keep them open again. He pushes his cock in a little more, sliding his thumb over my clit with stronger, firmer motions. I feel that butterfly feeling low in my stomach. My breasts become heavy again and it adds to my agitation.
Callen leans down and captures one of my nipples in his mouth. I flood his mouth, and I’m humiliated that I’ve become this person with no control over her body.
He pushes the final length of his cock inside me and reaches the same depth that Deacon had before. He presses harder on my clit and sucks deeper from my breast.
My body surrenders without a fight as an untamed climax rushes through me, and I get to that ominous, wondrous point where I feel my walls flutter against the incredible fullness and thickness of Callen’s cock.
God help me; I can’t describe that feeling. But I know it’s wrong. I try to make my body stop. I use all my power to push him away, but that only makes Callen start all over again on my clit.
Defeated, I come for him again, and only then does he withdraw his cock from me, stained with specks of my virgin blood.
Mason takes his place, but I’m still rattled from my last orgasm and my pussy is still vibrating right down to the core inside me. Whatever fight I have within me is feeble and fading.
Mason doesn’t penetrate me immediately. He uses the head of his cock against my sensitive clit, stroking me while he drinks from both my breasts. I’m so full of milk that it leaks out of his mouth and drizzles down my breasts, but Mason just sucks it up and swallows it.
More wetness seeps from the folds of my pussy and I become desperate. I raise my hips, shamelessly trying to pull him into me until he finally thrusts the whole thick length of his enormous cock inside me.
I bite my lip, feeling the stretch all over again as he pushes in deeper. I can’t help the whimpering sob that passes my lips as he anchors his shaft to me, right there inside me, where I feel as if I’m going to be ripped apart because they’re too big and I’m too small.
Right there where my body, my mind, and my soul collide, and I don’t know who I’ve become.
Mason pulls his cock from me, and the walls of my pussy pull taut as if I want to keep him inside me. He chuckles, and I burn with embarrassment until he thrusts back inside me, and I lose my breathing rhythm.
He does it again. Then again. And each time, he stokes the dark desperation inside me until it turns into an inferno of need. I hate myself, and I weakly try to shift away, but I’m pinned under his body, and one of my hands is still cuffed to the side of the bed, and Mason only starts taking me quicker and harder, driving the bulky weight of his cock inside me only to pull himself out and leave me tethered to madness.
“Please, don’t,” I sob. I can’t come again. I can’t come on his cock the way I did for Deacon and Callen. But I do because Mason growls at me, and he shows me what he can make me do in one blinding tsunami wave.
I come so hard that tears drip down from the side of my face. I quiver shamelessly, and Mason catches every contraction of the walls of my pussy on his cock.
Oh, dear god. What have they done to me?