Chapter 36
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
KILLIAN
This woman is driving me to the fucking edge.
Normally after a fight, I fuck. It’s usually a one-night stand, although sometimes I’ll dip into a repeat.
Tonight, every fucking blonde I saw made me think of her.
Then I come home and glance at the security cameras to see that one of these assholes has the video on in Knox’s play room.
I can’t stop myself from looking at the screen. She’s staring at the goddamn camera as Carter tells her that I’m watching her. Did it horrify her like it should? No, she’s fucking turned on by it. Really fucking turned on.
My brother was right. I’m watching. There’s no chance I would look away.
Carter comes down her throat, and she drinks every drop like such a good little whore. When he pulls out of her mouth, she licks her lips like she’s savoring the taste of his cum.
I keep my gaze on the screen as they trade places, and Carter fucks her pussy while Knox pushes into her mouth.
Carter's fingers dig into her thighs as he slams into her.
Heather's moans are muffled by her mouth full of cock, but I can hear enough to pull my dick out of my pants and fist it hard.
Every fiber of my being wants to burst through that fucking room and take her, possess her, and fuck her almost to the point of breaking her.
Tears run down her face as Knox, kneeling beside her, holds onto her hair in a firm grip.
“You take me so fucking well, Tesoro.”
Carter slows down, watching where they’re connected as if he’s fascinated with the visual, and I zoom in on the video to get a closer look.
I stare as his cock slides into her, then out, and imagine what she’d look like underneath me.
I arch an eyebrow at my brother’s bravery as he slides a finger into her ass.
Heather’s moans fill my office. Every sound she makes is fucking sexy, but I want something different from her.
I want to hear her scream. Will she beg me to stop?
Fuck. I hope so. I’ve tried to convince myself that I don’t want her.
To remind myself she’s the goddamn enemy.
Yet as Carter fucks her relentlessly, and Knox pulls out of her mouth and growls, “Come,” she does, and I know the truth.
This is a losing fucking battle. I am at war with her, but above that, I’m at war with myself.
Since the moment she came into our lives, it's been a constant fight. Sinking my fingers inside her that morning in the kitchen was the worst decision I’ve ever made.
Her tight cunt wrapped around my fingers.
The sounds escaping from her throat.
The fight.
Unlike Carter, I don’t want her to love me. No. I don’t want her to live for me.
I want her to cry for me. I want her pain.
The final gasp from her lips will be my name. Whispered like a prayer. A plea to spare her life, but I won’t, because she’s ruining everything. In return, I’ll ruin her.
I watch as she screams my brothers’ names—one and then the other as her eyes roll back into her head, her back arches off the bed, and her restrained hands ball into fists.
Knox pulls out of her mouth and comes on her tits. She isn’t disgusted, not even when he drags a finger through the cum, and feeds it to her. Instead of getting mad, she takes it with a moan.
Her eyes focus on the camera in the corner of the room.
It’s like she’s staring straight at me. My fist works my cock in a hurried rhythm, my balls beginning to tighten.
The scream that leaves her throat as Carter drives into her will never leave me.
It sounds like slight pain, mixed with adoration and pleasure.
He slams into her two more times and groans out, “Such a good fucking girl.”
I watch her face light up with Carter’s praise, and chuckle to myself. Oh, she’s got a praise kink. Good to know. I won’t give her words that make her glow with pleasure. I’ll degrade her, and cause her so much pain, until she figures out what I have–
This is not the place for her.
My brothers are not the men for her.
I grip my cock harder as she gets what she wants.
Knox releases her from the restraints, and she immediately reaches for him as he pulls her into his arms. He puts her thigh over his hip, and drives into her pussy again.
Carter moves to the other side of them and lathers her back and neck with kisses, while Knox praises her once again.
I mute the sound, because I don’t need to hear this shit.
Again, her gaze goes to the camera as I fuck my fist, and it’s as if she’s watching me.
Her lips part as her breathing becomes heavy.
Killer is a goddamn exhibitionist. I stare at her face on the screen as I grip my length harder, imagining what she’d look like as she cries out my name instead of theirs.
I can’t hear the moan that escapes from her full pink lips, but I can see it as my orgasm builds at the base of my spine.
I swear I see her mouth my name, and it tips me over the edge.
Instead of coming inside her like my brothers, I fill my hand with a grunt as I stare at her image.
“Your days are numbered, pretty killer. You may live or you may die, but you’ll no longer be my problem.”