Chapter 41
Panting, I rest the tire iron against the floor like a crutch as my muscles burn. I work out, but I’ve been going for a while.
“Here.” Kane offers me his gun. “Don’t hurt your hands with the tire iron.”
He steps back, watching me as I make my way through their precious cars.
I shoot out lights and windows, and I even create a smiley face on a mint-green Lamborghini.
My anger guides me as I work my way through the garage with the brothers behind me.
When I’m finally panting, unable to move any further, I collapse to the concrete, but I’m smiling.
I lie like this for a while as my heartbeat slows, and then I blink up at them.
“Why? I whisper. “Why did you let me wreck all this?”
“Because it means you trust us,” Zayn replies, and I swing my eyes to him. “You’ve been taught to cry silently because of your past. The fact that you are crying and lashing out means the world to me. You trust us enough to do that.”
Shock sets in when I realize he’s right.
Butcher taught me to cry quietly. If I cried loudly, he either got angry and punished me or thought it was the funniest thing and would do something worse to make me sob harder.
It had only been years later when I realized it had stuck, and even when I was bawling, there wasn’t a sound, but today I let out years’ worth of agony, and they are watching me with nothing but longing and happiness.
Neo grins. “Besides, now we can bill you for them, and there’s no way you can afford them, so you’ll have to stay with us, which means we get to keep you.”
“Asshole,” I grumble, and he grins.
“I’m a lawyer, baby. I’m always two steps ahead, especially when the prize is you.”
Laughing, I wipe my face, trying to get back on track. “Is Oliver alive?”
“For now.”
I nod and blow out a breath, holding my hands out. “Help me up. I’m going to get changed. If we are heading to my streets, then I can’t go looking like a kept woman.”
I feel so much better in my own clothes. I sent Dodge to get some of my stuff, and dressing how I normally do brings back the edge and confidence I earned.
Okay, I might have dressed up more than normal, not just for the Sai brothers, but for me as well.
My makeup is dark, my hair falls to my waist in long, black tendrils, and my fingers are covered in rings over my tattoos.
My long legs are encased in my favorite pair of black, knee-high leather boots.
They are a pain to get on, but so worth it.
My skirt is black with a frilly edge, barely reaching the tops of my thighs, and my crop top is tight and high-necked, with snakes and daggers over the hem, showing off my stomach and ink.
Shrugging into the leather jacket I stole from Zayn, I walk down to the car and slip inside, feeling all their eyes on me.
Smiling, I lean forward and steal Kane’s sunglasses, then I sit back as I slide them on.
“Let’s go, Dodge.” We set off instantly, but they haven’t stopped staring, so I lift my left leg and place it on Neo’s thigh, flashing my black lace thong. “I missed some of the zipper. Help a girl, won’t you?”
Leaning down, Neo slides his hand up the boot and grabs the slider. He holds my gaze as he raises it until it’s fully zipped, but his hand slides higher, caressing the ink on my thighs. “I want these on later.”
“Kane?” Zayn asks, his voice filled with amusement.
“Huh?” Kane blinks and looks around. “What?”
“Finished gawking?” Zayn teases.
Kane gestures at me and pinches his nose as if he’s in pain. “Look at her. How can I concentrate?” Grabbing my other leg, he lifts it so I’m stretched across them, my legs parted in a V. “Dodge, take the long route,” he calls, and then he’s on me, kissing my boots and thigh.
Laughing, I lift my leg and press the heel against his chest, my knee bent, and shove him back. His eyes are wild with hunger as I lean back in my seat and drop my heel to his cock, where I press slightly, making him hiss, but he arches his hips up for more. “Behave,” I warn.
“You come dressed like that and expect us to behave, carino?” Zayn whispers in my ear, and I realize I made a mistake. I have Neo and Kane trapped with my feet, but they were a distraction.
Zayn’s hand lands on my thigh and slides up under my skirt, and before I can protest, my thong is pushed aside and his fingers sink into me.
My head falls back unbidden, and I’m brave enough to admit I was wet as I teased them, but as he twists his fingers and rubs my clit, my eyelids flutter shut in ecstasy.
“Look at them, carino. Look at my strong, unmovable brothers. They are wild, wishing they were touching you. They would kill me right now to take my place.” My eyes open, clashing with Neo’s and Kane’s. Both are still . . . too still, like predators ready to strike.
Zayn’s expert fingers play with me until I slide down in the seat, widening my legs to give him better access. I should focus, but my good intentions fade as his tongue drags along my neck before he bites it.
We don’t have time, we need to focus, but I can’t help but give into them, and he feels it.
“Good girl, carino. Come for me while they watch,” he whispers in my ear, his fingers twisting until his palm presses to my clit, and when I meet Neo’s and Kane’s eyes, I fall into the release building within me, my back arching.
My eyes close as I shiver for him. He pulls his fingers free, but I don’t bother looking until Kane’s voice fills the silence. “Get her on her knees. I want her mouth. It’s time I shut the great Karma up.”
Before I can protest, I’m manhandled between all three of them until I’m on my knees, my skirt hiked up. Kane’s hand is in my hair, stroking me as he frees his hard dick and drags it along my lips.
“We don’t have long, hellion. I’m going to come down your throat so I’m the only thing you’ll taste all day.
” The thought shouldn’t excite me, but it does, and when I feel Zayn behind me, my pussy clenches.
“You like having him behind you, don’t you, hellion?
You like the idea of him fucking you while I claim your perfect mouth. ”
“Yes,” I admit without shame, leaning forward to lick him as his eyes narrow. “Stop talking and fuck me.”
His hand moves down, clenching my jaw and forcing it open, and then he shoves his dick into my mouth. I gag before I breathe through my nose, trying to hold onto his pants, but I fall forward as Zayn pushes inside me, burying himself in one smooth thrust.
It’s cramped, but they make it work, setting a hard pace.
This should be degrading, but the obsession in Kane’s gaze and the hunger in Zayn’s wild touch tell me this is all about me, and I’m the one who’s really in control.
I groan around Kane’s length as his hand fists my hair as he drives into my mouth.
My eyes roll up, meeting Kane’s dark gaze, as his brother thrusts into me from behind, his grunts filling the air.
My pleasure grows from his feral touch, which hits just the right place, and the control Kane has on me.
I love the way he throbs in my mouth, how his eyes tighten, and his jaw jumps, the veins in his neck standing out as he fights his own need.
I suck him deeper as I clench around Zayn, their moans of pleasure making me want to laugh. “Hellion,” Kane growls as his hips lose their careful control until he just fucks my mouth, chasing his release. “Brother, I’m close.”
“Me too,” Zayn rasps, and then he pinches my clit. “Come for me, carino. Let me feel it.”
His fingers increase their pressure, and I have no choice but to give in, even though I want to drag it out.
I fall into a hard release, and he groans as I tighten around him.
His hips fight my cunt to get deeper, then I feel the warm splash of his release while Kane drags my head farther back, and then with a snarl, he fills my mouth with his cum.
I choke on it, but he strokes my neck, making me take it all, and only then does he release me.
I sputter and gasp, leaning into him, while Zayn leans into me from behind. “Good girl, hellion,” Kane praises, stroking my hair as I shiver and recover.
A noise draws my attention to Neo. He looks away when I notice him, his face pained, and I see why—his pants are tented—but he says nothing.
Licking my sore lips, I slide up the seat, pulling from his brothers, and straddle Neo’s lap. “You didn’t think I was done, did you?” I lick his chin and then his neck as he grunts.
“Bexley, you don’t need to—”
“I want to,” I whisper in his ear. “I want your cum inside me. I came twice, but I want more. I want to ride you while they watch.”
“Fuck.” He slides his hands up my skirt and exposes my thong, which he rips off, and then he’s inside me. Neo is so hard and long, my eyes close as I moan.
I’m so wet, it drips down on him, but he doesn’t seem to care as he forces me to ride him.
I lean back, digging my nails into the leather headrest as I roll my body and ride him hard. I could kill them all right now and they wouldn’t stop me. They are that lost in me, and it’s a powerful thought.
I ride Neo harder as he groans my name, and we both lose ourselves in the pleasure claiming us. His cum fills me alongside his brother’s as I curl against him, riding my own release.
Neo strokes my back and kisses my head. “You’re so beautiful, Bex,” he murmurs. “Do you know how much we—I need you?” I have no idea what he was going to say, but I don’t care. I’m sated and happy.
“Come here, baby.” I don’t bother looking.
I let them lay me out between them. Something wipes between my thighs, and something else cleans my mouth.
I let them fix me up as I relax into their soft, caring hands.
I should object, but it’s nice to be looked after.
Eventually, my determination returns, and I pull away and sit back in my seat, trying to focus on what is to come.
We have things to do. I can’t be sex muddled.
Instead, I look out of the window, trying not to get caught up in my feelings.
There’s something wrong with my heart, too, but I ignore it as best as I can.
By the time we reach my neighborhood, my skirt is fixed and I’m put together, smirking as the car stops.
“Welcome to my kingdom, boys.” I grin as I get out of the car, only wobbling slightly.