Dolls & Douchebags

Chapter 17

Tillie

Bile rises up my throat, causing me to choke back a gag as Nix’s pants legs fill my vision. He’s the last of the club's brothers that raped me before Cruz. To see and smell him standing this close causes me to sway on my knees, willing myself to not pass out. I’d rather be awake than unconscious and not know what’s being done to my body. Strong smells of cigars make me choke back another round of vomit in my throat, and a dirty stink of motor grease mixed in uncleanness from not showering for days.

Oh God.

I pant for breath, trying to desperately draw in air as I slightly turn my head to the side to inhale the salty smell of the ocean. It’s so dark out here, the boat gliding over the waves on a moonless night for endless miles. I’m completely at their mercy. I whip my head back around when I hear a zipper lowering with a rusty chuckle from Nix. Okay, I can do this and then have time to think once the deed is done. It’s not something I haven’t been through before. I’m strong, and I can think of the guys as I drift further and further away from land and sanity.

“That’s a good little cunt. Open your mouth,” Nix says, fisting a handful of my hair and pulling sharply so my face is pressed against the roughness of his jeans as his semi-hard cock grazes my cheek. I whimper quietly as my eyes water, not wanting to go through this again, but sometimes we don’t have a choice in the matter of what we need to do to survive. I know Cruz is watching somewhere behind Nix; it’s all a fucking test and expressing his way of love. It’s bullshit. This isn’t love; it’s a passion to control someone you're obsessed with to the point of being unhealthy. Well…

Fuck him, and fuck this!

I lean around Nix, hissing in pain as I feel strands of my hair pull from Nix's grip. I hardly feel it, though, as I make eye contact with Cruz and put every ounce of loathing I feel for him in my expression before breaking our gazes to look back up at Nix. I force a sweet smile and nuzzle my cheek into his cock with a pleased hum in my throat, as if I’m really enjoying this.

I fight back the strong urge to gag. This is the only way to send Cruz off the deep end and hopefully end up killing Nix.

“Oh God, your cock is so big, Nix. Do you want me to suck it?” My tone comes out breathless, in awe, and drawing Cruz’s attention with each raspy word leaving my mouth.

“Fuck. You cock sucking bitch. Put my dick in your mouth and enjoy it.” Nix groans as I give him a broad lick at the base of his penis while keeping eye contact, knowing he can’t look away.

I feel sick to my stomach and dizzy. I wonder if this type of hurt deep inside of me will ever end. Maybe I’m meant to burn in hell always, endless torture of the same thing over and over that I won’t be able to tell what’s real or not. The only thing that keeps me going right now is my guys. I know they won’t judge me for what I must do to survive, only so I can see them again.

“That’s it. Give it another lick. You really love cock, don’t you whore?” Nix groans again in pleasure from above and doesn’t hear the wood dock flooring creak right by his side.

I allow the saliva to pool between my lips and slide out as I lick Nix again. I’m hoping the taste of him leaves my mouth before I can taste a hint of him on my tongue. Heavy breathing like an angry bull fills the silence. Besides Nix’s loud grunts and groans, my stare shifts to the side, and Cruz’s eyes meet the cold, icy blue, staring down at me with a sneer.

“Do you love him, Tillie? Does he get your pussy wet?” Cruz shouts so loudly Nix jumps and stumbles away when he notices the raging, hot fury in Cruz’s gaze as it falls on him. “I said you could punish her, not make her enjoy it!”

It happens so fast, but I act without thinking.

Cruz pushes Nix hard on the chest just as I shift my body into a tight ball and duck down with my head smacking against the floor while trying to protect my body by folding my arms protectively over my head. The air rushes out of me as Nix’s legs collide with my ribs as he starts to tip backwards over my crouched position. I glance up between my long hair to see his arms windmilling as he tries to catch his balance, but he doesn’t stand a chance with me in the way. It only took one rage-fueled push from Cruz, and Nix is flipping backwards over the railing, falling below in the darkness of the ocean. Not before we hear a loud thunk, before a splash sounds. He must have hit something on the way down. He didn’t even have time to scream.

I choke on a sob that is crawling up my throat, slowly lowering my arms as I peek between the curtains of my long hair. Cruz stands in front of me, not blinking as he stares down at me and pulls his hair while releasing a scream of frenzy rage.

“You did this! You want to get your pussy wet for another man and beg for it? Fine! Your cunt will never be empty again, fucking whore.” He eerily relaxes his expression, all emotions vanishing in a second.

My stomach turns, and I end up throwing up at his feet, uncaring about the smell or mess of bile. He’s going to pass me around and let strangers use my body over and over. I dry heave until nothing else comes up. I sob and choke as he grabs my forearm in a bruising grip that causes me to whine at the burn. He walks in a ridged, clipped stride up to the last set of stairs that lead up to the third upper dock. We pass the captain's cockpit, and I notice it empty, wondering who’s steering the yacht before I’m being dragged up the slippery and wet stairs.

It’s an odd thing to notice; it’s the only part of the boat I’ve seen that is wet, along with the outline of a set of shoe prints. Maybe it was Nix or the Captain. I realize I’m trying to distract myself, pulling my mind away from what’s happening at this very moment.

I can feel myself shutting down as I look out into the dark sea, wondering how far away from land we are. There isn’t a light in sight from any direction, as if we are the only ones out here. I’m alone with Cruz. I think it sinks in at that point. My head stays turned down to the floor as I shuffle my feet. I feel like my whole body hurts. I really do think this is my body shutting down.

“What the fuck?” Cruz says in shock. I’ve never heard that tone from him before at all.

I almost bump into Cruz’s back and try to stop my whole body from shaking in uncontrollable terror. What waits for me now? I think I’ll take my chances with the ocean at this point. I’m starting to think I’ll never see my guys again, hear their voices, feel their touch, or hear the beat of their hearts as I lay my head against their strong chests.

One tear slides down my cheek as I stare down at my feet in defeat.

Nothing matters anymore.

“Baby girl, you’ll raise your head right now and never have to hide again.”

I gasp, my head snapping up at the sound of Logan’s deep, honeyed voice.

Before I can step in his direction, Cruz twists my wrist and yanks me around him until my back is plastered to his front as he brings his other hand up with his hand gripped around a knife handle that looks oh so familiar.

The last time I saw that blade, it was making me bleed and cutting into my flesh. I hardly feel the blade rest against my throat, the sharp, smooth edge digging into my skin right under my chin. But I couldn’t care less. If this was the moment I was to die, I’d be happy.

They're here. They came for me.

“Hi, mama. Don’t cry, my queen.” Dom says this in a husky voice full of emotion as he stares at me with deep brown eyes.

“You’ll die for touching her.” Nicky growls, his posture straight and his voice deadly serious.

“Take a deep breath, Tillie. It will be over soon, promise.” Dalton steps forward, his hand reaching for me, but stops midair as Cruz presses the knife harder onto my neck, making me hiss in pain at the sudden burn.

I can’t help the gut-wrenching sob that crawls up my throat and leaves my parted lips. I can’t see Tey, but I know he’s somewhere in the shadows, just waiting to pounce. I can practically feel his searing gaze on my body.

“You're here,” I choke out, my whole chest shaking in relief.

“Always,” Logan speaks up, his eyes watering as he stares deep into my eyes and doesn’t look away even as Cruz starts yelling.

“She’s not yours. Mine. All mine! I’ll kill you all and make her watch; she’ll know for the rest of her life that your deaths are in her hands.” Cruz’s voice comes out menacing and crazy, almost hysterical.

My heart beats rapidly; fear coursing through my veins, but not for myself. I’ve accepted death long ago, so I’m not afraid of it. But I do fear seeing the people I love no longer walking this earth next to me. Everyone leaves me behind as they go beyond somewhere that I can't follow, and that scares me.

I won’t be letting that happen tonight.

The guys' bodies are ridged, posed to attack, but they won’t. Not when a knife is digging into my skin, and it takes just one sweep of the sharp blade to end my life.

I am strong. I’m not the victim anymore. He doesn’t own me.

I kept repeating that silently to myself, my gaze hardening in determination. No more.

“You’ll never have me, Cruz, and I think it’s time you acknowledge that through your thick skull.” I grind my teeth through the pain as I shift my upper body forward, the knife digging harder into my skin so that it will probably leave a scar later.

I grunt as I swing my head back fast, the back of my skull smacking into Cruz’s nose. He curses loudly, and his grip loosens on my waist so that I can shift my hips to the side to jab my elbow into his gut.

The air escapes through his mouth with a groan of pain. At the distraction, I stomp my left foot over his as hard as I can and then hook my ankle over the back of his while shoving my body backwards to tip us both off balance. His knife slides across my throat, the blade just barely kissing my skin and causing it to lightly seep blood from a thin cut. I spin on my heels, breathing hard, and stop lifting my fists in front of me in a pose to attack him with everything inside of me, but I don’t have to worry now.

Tey.

“Well, that was fucking hot. I almost want you to repeat that so I can record it for the spank bank and save it for a rainy day.” Tey winks at me from over Cruz’s shoulder, his biceps straining as he wraps his arms around Cruz in a bear hug.

“Tey,” I breathe out and almost collapse, but Logan is suddenly there, catching me as Dalton strides past us with Dom to help Tey.

I bury my face into Logan’s chest as he holds me tight to his body, rocking us back and forth as I breathe in his scent of honey and cloves.

“I got you. He can’t hurt you again,” Logan whispers in my ear and swipes my hair away from my face as I pull away to look up at him.

Nicky is standing by our side, his gaze roaming over my face with a worried expression until his emerald eyes meet mine.

I’m about to explain everything—the guilty feeling curling in my gut about what I did with Nix—but he stops me before I can even open my mouth.

“Don’t. I can see it in your eyes. You did whatever you had to do to survive. I’m proud of you; we all are.” Nicky’s tone is hushed with a hint of pain as he holds his ribs with his arm across his rib cage and strokes the side of my face lovingly with his one, calloused hand.

“You guys saw, didn’t you?” I rasp out, blinking my eyelids rapidly to hold the tears back.

“Yes,” Logan says, still petting my head and staring down his chest at me curling into him. “We understand, Tillie. It was something you had no control over, but that ends now. This is your decision. What do you want done with him?” he asks, jerking his chin at the grunts and thuds of flesh meeting flesh behind me.

I slowly turn around in his arms and lean against his chest for support as I watch Tey, Dom, and Dalton kick their boots repeatedly into Cruz’s curled-up, battered body on the floor. One of them stuffed his mouth with a rag, probably Dalton, since he’s always working on his bike and needs something to wipe off the motor grease on his palms.

Cruz's muffled insults and screams of rage are a relief to not be able to hear. Only his angry eyes burn holes into my skull as I look away with a shudder. My eyes glance around the boat, stopping at the object hanging above our heads near the railing.

“Can you guys tie his wrists together and hang him up on that hook?” I ask, tipping my head back to glance up at Logan as he chuckles in utter, dark delight at my plan.

“Oh, you wicked little monster. I like this plan.” Tey hops in place, bouncing like a bunny in delight, and I swear to God, he skips over the control box to lower the hook usually used for letting down smaller rafts into the waters.

While he works the hook lower, Dalton and Dom each grab a groaning Cruz and drag him across the floor by his wrists. I don’t feel an ounce of pity or guilt at each bruise and probably broken ribs that cover Cruz’s body from my guys beating the shit out of him.

“How did you get here? And know where to find me?” I suddenly ask, turning my head to Nicky, my brow raised as he fingers the dove on the necklace he gave me weeks ago.

“A tracker. I need to know where you are, twenty-four-seven. Knowing you're safe gives me peace of mind, and I don’t regret doing it.” He leans forward and kisses my lips in the softest, barely there glide of his mouth against mine before pulling away to help the guys hook the rope around Cruz’s wrists until the hook is finally lowered.

I watch as Dalton gives a tight tug, satisfied that the ropes will hold, before nodding at a wickedly smiling Tey to bring Cruz up until his feet are only skimming the dock flooring.

“Axel is driving the boat back; he knocked out the captain and will wake him up to glide the boat back onto the docks. I wouldn’t want the fucker to try parking this monster of a yacht.” Dalton must have heard my other question because he comes over to pull me out of Logan’s arms and into his own with a hard squeeze as he lifts me off my feet to swing me around in a circle. “Don’t ever leave me again.” He breathes deeply into my neck just before he sets me down again to stare into my eyes.

“Never,” I promise with watery eyes, wondering what I ever did to deserve these guys.

“How are we doing this, mama? What do you need?” Dom appears at my other side and snatches me out of Dalton’s arms to wrap his strong arms around me, pressing little kisses all over my face that make me laugh at the tickling, wet-loving pecks.

“I love you guys so much,” I choke out, swallowing and clearing my throat, because I refuse to cry again tonight.

Maybe tomorrow, when everything catches up with me. But for now, it’s time I put years of revenge to use, and I think I know just how I will do it.

I stand on my tippy toes and kiss Dom’s sharp cheekbone before falling back on my heels. I pull out of his arms and walk over to Cruz, passing Tey while lightly running my fingertips over the dimple on his cheek before moving on. I stop in front of the man who caused me years of pain and trauma. Someone who made me afraid of my own shadow, scared to run away, and not knowing if he’d hurt me again or kill me. He’s just a man. A man who can’t feel anything inside and makes awful decisions in life that hurt others. He is a sociopath that can never change, even if he wishes he could.

“You're going to see what it means to love. I’ll give you that, but nothing else. This is what the meaning of love looks like and consent.” I stand in front of Cruz, letting go of my fear once and for all as I look into his raging, wide blue gaze.

“Yoth fckin bitc-,” he mutters through his gag, his meaning clear even if his voice is muffled.

“I am a fucking bitch. But I’m not your fucking bitch,” I taunt, dancing backwards as he jerks and wiggles against the ropes, but he’s not going anywhere.

I turn back to my guys and see them all with the same posture. Arms crossed over their muscular chests and murderous glares aimed at the broken man behind me.

“Anything?” I ask one more time, making sure, because this will be a lot.

“Yes,” Logan answers for them, glancing left and right as my guys nod in agreement.

“I need this. I need you all. Please heal me,” I whisper and turn to the right until I can see my guys and Cruz out of the side of my eyes.

I take a deep breath and slowly lower to my knees on the floor, pausing for a second to gather courage. I turn my head toward each of my men and lower myself further onto the floor until my upper chest is flat on the surface, and my ass is sticking straight in the air as I clasp my hands together to raise above my head.

“Tell us what to do,” Dalton grumbles, biting his bottom lip as his gaze shifts over my presenting position, which I know is his favorite.

“I need and want you to fuck me. Any hole you want to. I just want to feel you fill me up with your cum. Please. Take me.” My voice is low and raspy, and I feel my heart pounding as the guys step forward, almost as one as they look over my body hungrily with heated gazes.

“Are you sure, pet?” Nicky asks thickly, his eyes hungrily devouring my body.

“Yes,” I answer simply. I have never been more sure of anything.

I need this to heal inside and out. This is me saying yes to everything they can offer.

I ignore the muffled shouting on my other side and keep eye contact with each of my guys as they stare for a beat longer before Tey steps forward first.

“Whatever you need, peaches. But I need you to do something for me,” Tey says, walking over and bending down behind me until I can feel the back of his strong thighs flat against mine.

I shiver. Even though I’ve felt their skin against mine, I really missed this.

“What?” I ask, gripping my fingers together as I feel his fingers slide over my thighs and up until he’s grasping the waistband of my shorts.

“I want you to look over at him and not look away. Can you do that?” Tey asks softly, his tone understanding and loving.

I think about it. I want Cruz to see what the guys can do to my body and soul, but I don’t know if I can make eye contact as they fuck me. But I trust Tey, so I’ll do it even if it scares me a little.

“Okay, anything you want,” I reply and gasp as he slides my shorts down and off in one smooth move that leaves goosebumps in his wake.

“Dangerous words, but don’t worry, Killer, I’ll make it feel good for you too,” Tey promises in a silky whisper near my ear and strokes his fingers back and forth at the crease where my thighs meet my ass cheeks.

“I don’t want it to be about me; I just want each of you to come inside me. Take my body as yours; use me; come for me.” I gasp at the heated look taking over their faces at each word leaving my mouth, and I know I’m about to be fucked hard.

“But that’s… I want to give you pleasure,” Tey mutters behind me, clearly confused at my request.

I shake my head with a small laugh, loving him more for this.

“Tey, it’s okay. I’m giving you permission to use my body as you please, but I only want you to come. Fill my pussy until your cum is overflowing. Please,” I plead with a whisper and whimper with a gasp as he suddenly pushes inside me without warning.

My body sinks into the sensation of his cock piercing grazing my inner walls and thrusting in tiny snaps of his hips until he’s bottomed out. He grabs my hair at the base of my neck and tugs up my head to the left until I’m staring into Cruz’s eyes.

At first, my body freezes, but Tey relaxes his grip slightly as I lay my cheek on my forearm. I don’t understand at first why Tey wants me to look at someone who’s caused me so much pain over the years, but I start to get it after he pulls out slowly and thrusts back in just as unhurriedly. It’s an addicting, delicious feeling, and even better as the pupil of Cruz’s eyes expands in fury.

“Fuck, angel. Your pussy is gripping me so tight. Tell me again how you want me to fill this pussy with my cum.” Tey moans, his fingers letting go of my hair, and reach down to grip my hips in both hands.

“I need your cum, Tey. I’m begging.” I bite my lip to silence my moan as he curses behind me and snaps his hips sharply forward, his cock pounding into me at a fast pace.

“You want this?” He growls, breathing heavily as he grips my hips tighter but rubs his thumbs back and forth over my skin.

“I love you, Tey. Every time you make me laugh or do something out of the ordinary, it makes me love you even more.” My mouth drops open as he fucks me fast and hard, his cock piercing and grazing that spongey tissue inside that feels fucking amazing.

“I love you too, Tillie. You're my everything,” he chokes out and shouts as I slam my ass back, meeting his thrusts and dragging his orgasm to the surface.

Warm, sticky cum fills me to the brim and overflows as he quickly pulls out to watch it leak out of my pussy and drip onto the floor under me.

"I can't have this go to waste,” Tey mutters in a sexy tone, making me jump in surprise as he gathers the cum dripping out and shoves it back inside. “Maybe this will get you pregnant, finally.” I don’t need to look back to know that Tey says this to me but is looking directly at Cruz.

I breathe heavily, staying in place, and watch as Tey approaches my other side to stand next to a swinging, suspended Cruz. I don’t look away, deciding I need to do this while staring at my nightmare the whole time to prove I’m not the victim anymore. It’s working. The rage and defeat are apparent in Cruz’s gaze. It only gets better as Tey pulls out his curved knife and plays with it, taunting Cruz with the sharp blade before he swiftly brings it down and stabs Cruz in the thigh. His scream is wet and muffled, but still music to my ears.

Finally, he feels only an ounce of pain I’ve felt in his care.

“Baby girl, I’m going to fuck you here,” Logan says behind me, grazing his fingers through the cum at the opening of my pussy, but he drags his fingers to my puckered hole and rubs cum onto my asshole. “But I’m preparing you here for Dalton.”

My insides shake as I lay panting in need, knowing I’ll never get tired of this feeling coursing through my veins. Pleasure, pain, and love.

“Please. Fuck me and get me ready for Dalton’s big cock, Lo,” I beg, moaning loudly as he swiftly fills me, gliding in effortlessly from the mess of cum and how wet I am between my thighs.

Logan fucks like he does with everything in life. Passionate, hard, and intuitive to his surroundings, he is everything my body ever needs.

“That’s my good girl. Always so wet for us. Such a good fucking girl,” Logan praises, making me cry out as he angles his hips to the right and thrusts upwards.

I can hear the wet, slurping noises of my pussy as he drags his cock out to the tip and pounds back in a punishing, quick fuck.

I love every second.

“I love you, Logan. Your protective and possessive arms will always keep me safe,” I say through each thrust with a low grunt as I shift my hip back, feeling every glide of his fat cock.

“I love you too, Tillie. Knew the moment you stepped into my life, I’d be a goner and was never going to turn back.” Logan growls out his release, painting my pussy with load after load of white sticky cum.

My lungs expand on an inhale as he slides out, more cum dripping down my thighs and coating my skin in a shiny sheen. I watch through heavy lids as Logan calmly steps away and walks over to Tey, grabbing his knife out of his hand when he holds his palm out. Without saying a word, Logan stares Cruz down with hatred and reaches up to his bound wrists. I don’t cringe but just calmly watch as Logan cuts off Cruz's index finger. Blood oozes out quickly, flowing like a river over his wrists. A tear leaks down Cruz's cheek—the first time I’ve ever seen him express pain or tears.

I draw in a shocked inhale as I’m suddenly flipped onto my back, and Dom’s deep brown eyes are staring down at me as he strokes his thumb over my bottom lip.

“Look at him, Tillie. Look at his suffering. He knows you’ll never be his,” Dom whispers in my ear and thrusts inside me, his nostrils flaring as he feels the gush of cum sliding out of me. Then he draws back, only to push back in just as slowly.

His hips roll against him, my clit rubbing along his pelvic bone with each slide in and out of my pussy. It's slow lovemaking. He wants me to feel every single thrust, the drag of his cock that pushes deeper and deeper until I feel completely full of him. He reaches up and gently turns my head so I’m watching Cruz again. Putting a little bit of pressure on my face, he holds me still as he picks up the slams of his hips against mine. Sweat drips down between my breasts. I arch my back and hear him curse as he hits different spots inside of me. He starts rutting into me. I reach down to his ass and clench him closer.

“Faster. Make me yours. Come for me,” I whisper to Dom, my eyes blurry in pleasure, that I don’t even see Cruz at this point. “I love you, Dom. Your power and passion leave me in awe. I want you to stalk me forever.”

“Oh fuck, mama. I love you, too. I never want to leave this pussy.” His accent gets thicker and deeper as he fucks me faster and faster, until his whole body tightens as he starts coming.

He coats my inside so deeply that I can feel each splash that leaves me moaning as he pants above me and slips out of my pussy on the next breath. I’m not empty for even a second before Nicky picks me up with a pained grunt and sets me on his lap on the decking floor. I follow Dom with my gaze as he walks over to Cruz and takes the knife from Logan.

I’m starting to see a pattern. Each cut or stab for each time he’s hurt me.

I’m so much in fucking love, my eyes burn with surpressed tears as I turn to Nicky and offer a watery smile at him as he pushes my hair over my shoulder. He doesn’t say anything as he grabs my hips and positions me over his hard cock. Lowering my body on his cock, I moan in pleasure, feeling the pressure behind my belly button as I sink all the way down on him.

“Ride me, pet. Make me come,” Nicky orders with a smirk on his lips as he sees my chest turn pink at the command.

He knows I love following his orders, only rewards await me every time.

“Will you leave me sore and fill me up so I can feel you for days? Please?” I ask, adding please when he lifts a dark eyebrow, and he only answers by moving his hands around my waist and to my ass cheeks.

He grabs my ass in each hand, squeezing and adding a light slap that makes me sharply roll my hips at the feeling of pain and pleasure mixing.

“Since you asked so nicely. Ride me hard and fast, pet. Let me see these tits bounce for me,” Nicky says, reaching up and sliding his thumbs over both of my nipples, which harden and tingle.

I roll my hips in a figure eight and lean my body further into him until my head is leaning against his shoulder with my arms wrapping around his upper back. My gaze is once again on Cruz. I know he sees every thrust of my hips moving back and forth on Nicky’s cock as he wraps his arms around my waist to hug me to his hard, muscular body. The thing about Nicky’s cock is that it's so slightly curved to the left that it slides in and out, hitting the same spot perfectly each time. I shift my knees and start bouncing on top of him until my breasts are bouncing in his face. I tangle my hands in his hair, my lips inches from his, as his breathing picks up in heavy pants.

“Please, sir. Give it to me. I need it! Please,” I whine, out of breath, as I hump him fast, my clit grazing his lower abs on every thrust.

“Hold still, pet. I want you to feel what you do to me,” Nicky says with a hiss through his teeth, holding me tighter to his body until not even an inch separates us.

I shake, sweating, as I hold completely still and feel rope after thick rope of cum shots inside my pussy for a long while. I blink hard, feeling dizzy and giddy.

“I love you, Nicky. Your drive to succeed and protect those you love leaves me breathless. You inspire me to be better, to do better,” I say in a husky voice, feeling emotions bubble up inside me. We’ve all been through so much.

“I love you too, Tillie. You're the type of woman I’ve always dreamed of having by my side.” His eyes skim over my face before meeting my gaze with shiny eyes.

Dalton suddenly lifts my body off Nicky and into his arms while he reaches down to help his friend off the ground as we walk back over to where Cruz is hanging. Nicky doesn’t say anything, just holding his hand out for the knife as he kneels down at Cruz's feet and takes his shoes off. Dom hands over the blade without complaint, looking grimly on as Nicky quickly cuts a thick line down Cruz’s Achilles tendon. Cruz screams himself hoarse, his limbs jerking in pain as his blood flows out of each cut.

Dalton places a kiss on my shoulder, then sets me down in front of Cruz as he pushes me back on the ground until I’m on my hands and knees. I hear Dalton’s pants unzip and feel the rough texture of his jeans against my sensitive skin. His big fingers drag through the cum mess around my pussy and thighs, collecting gushes of cum and circling it around my asshole until it’s lubed up enough for him.

I take a deep inhale and don’t breathe as I feel his fingers move away, and his cock takes place at my back entrance. I was looking down between my arms until Dalton’s hand wrapped around my throat from behind and lifted my head up. My eyes connect with Cruz’s cold, dead eyes. He can only feel anger, never love or sadness. I can see that now as he looks at me like he wants to murder me right now.

“Dalton?” I ask, not looking away as I address Dalton behind me as I spread my legs wider and arch my back.

“Yes, little bitch.” I can hear the smile in his voice. He knows me so well and probably knows what I’m going to say.

“Daddy, please fuck my ass and make it hurt,” I grunt out with a cry leaving my parted lips as Dalton shoves himself roughly past my burning ring of muscles and bottoms out inside of me.

He stays still for a second, letting me adjust until I give him a slight nod to move. He doesn’t waste a second. His big, long cock slides out and dives right back in, just as hard. My knees scrape against the wood floor with each vicious thrust of Dalton’s cock, making my body drag along the decking. His hips bounce off my ass as I move my hips, so I’m fucking him back. Tears leak down my face with each thrust of his body against mine. I know I will be sore later, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. He grabs a handful of my ass cheeks and spreads them further apart to watch his cock disappear inside me. He groans loudly, the sound covering the noise of our skin slapping together, which grows louder and louder as he ruts into me like a wild animal.

I fucking love it. I crave the roughness. I need it or I just might die.

I honestly don’t see Cruz in front of me anymore. He is a blur, and I couldn’t care less that he’s watching. I only care about Dalton’s cock as it gives me a hard jerk in my ass, pulsing and expanding as he shoots his cum inside me with a roar.

“I love you, Dalton. I want to cuddle up with you and never leave. I know you’ll always keep me warm inside and out,” I gasp out, my arms shaking to hold me up as he slowly slides out of me with a deep breath.

“I love you too, Tillie. You couldn’t get rid of me, even if you tried. You're stuck with me for life,” Dalton grumbles huskily into my ear and pulls me to my feet, holding me to his side as he reaches for the waiting knife from Nicky’s palm.

He doesn’t even think about it, his expression giving nothing away as he jabs the blade down quickly and into Cruz’s groin area. I’ve never heard a high-pitched scream like that before. His whole body shakes like he’s seizing.

I stay still and remember this moment. I’m no longer afraid; my nightmare is coming to an end, and I can see a new beginning where I never have to run again.

Safe.

Loved.

It’s like a switch flips in my head, a heavy burden lifted off my shoulder as I regard Cruz and step out of Dalton’s embrace. I stand before him until he can only see me.

“I could never love you, Cruz. You are incapable of something that involves the heart. Love isn’t just a feeling you think you have up here." I point to my head and then draw my fingers down to place them over my heart. “It’s also right here. It’s beating strong when you see that person smile for the first time. Their joy is your joy, happiness, sadness, anger… Everything you feel for them, they return the same feelings.” I pause, swallowing the lump in my throat, and drag my hand further down until my fingertips graze my pussy.

I collect some of the cum there and draw my hand away to place it in front of his face, showing him the wetness and stickiness that’s between my legs.

“I asked for this. I wanted it. I begged for them. That’s consent and love. I could never give you that. I feel sorry for you. You’ll never know what it feels like to love, and that’s one thing that someone should experience at least once,” I tell him, seeing he’s holding onto every word I’m saying as his eyes go blank, no longer listening as he realizes I’m right.

“This is mercy from me. You deserve less, but I’m not you. Goodbye Cruz,” I say, grabbing the knife Dalton hands me and placing it right over Cruz’s heart, slowly putting pressure on the halt until the blade starts to sink into his flesh, pass tissue, veins, and finally into the beating muscle of his heart.

I don’t look away. I watch the life bleed out of his eyes until he’s gone for good. I step back, leaving the knife in his flesh where it belongs. No one says anything as Tey walks over to the control panel and messes with the switches until a grinding sound echoes into the night. I follow Cruz’s body with my eyes as he moves over on the crane until his limp body is hovering over the deep, dark sea. I nod my head, knowing my men are watching my every move as they close in on me for support until I can only feel their warmth.

“Do it,” I whisper and watch the crane release the hook. Cruz’s body is suspended for a split second before he’s dropped down into the ocean. I don’t exhale until I hear the splash of his body hitting the water. Heavy sobs shake my chest as my eyes become blurry. I can’t see who’s touching me, but I know it’s my guys offering their support and comfort.

It’s finally over.

I can finally breathe for the first time in a long time.

“Can we go? I’m ready to go home,” I say this into the night, huddling closer to my guys.

I want Tey’s, Logan's, Dalton's, Nicky's, and Dom’s arms wrapped around me in our bed. I want to lay around in bed with them because nothing calls us away, and I want to just sleep for a long time—dreamless sleep.

Finally. It’s over.