Chapter 6
Phoenyx
P ressure slowly fills me, and I can’t get myself out of my dreams. It feels like my belly is going to burst. As I slowly start to wake, the feeling becomes more familiar.
I moan softly as pleasure fills my belly.
It instantly flips to delicious pain when the cock inside of me slams deep.
“There she is,” Tripp says as I pull my knees under me to give him access to push deeper.
He puts his hand on the back of my head and suddenly start to fuck me hard and fast.
“Fuck,” I scream, my word drawn out and broken from his powerful thrusts. “Too deep. Fuck. Oh my God, Tripp.”
“Too deep?” he says with a sinister chuckle as he flips me and hooks my legs on his arms. When he starts to fuck me again, I arch off the bed. My screams and moans come together and fill the room.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh, God. Yes. Harder. Please,” I yell.
He wraps his hands around my throat and squeezes until I can hardly breathe.
He groans and growls as he pounds me into the bed.
As I near my orgasm, I am begging him to go harder.
He drops both of my legs, but I keep my legs spread wide as he wraps both of his hands around my throat and cuts off my air.
My screams are silent as pain floods my belly.
When he releases his grip, I scream through my orgasm.
He falls behind me and groans his release before nearly collapsing on my chest.
“Fucking hell, Tripp,” I pant. “What a fucking way to wake up.”
“Morning,” he says as he props up on his elbows to smile at me.
“Good morning,” I smile. “Can I get up?”
“No,” he says. “I’m not done with you.”
“Wha…” I start to ask before he lowers himself down on the bed. “Tripp. I’ll die.”
“Drama queen,” he laughs before pushing my legs further apart and pushes his tongue into my pussy.
“Fuck,” I gasp. “You’re really going for it.”
“We taste amazing, Puppet,” he says softly.
When he puts his mouth back on my pussy, he starts to lick and suck his come out of me.
I am shaking and panting as he eats me. Fuck, this feels so damn good.
He wraps his arms around my thighs and rolls us so that I am sitting on his face.
Noises I don’t recognize come out of me when he starts to suck my clit hard.
I rock my hips and moan loudly as I near another orgasm.
Knox grabs my face and kisses me hard before pulling back to smirk at me. “Having fun riding my little brother’s face, my sweet bride?” Knox asks as he hands me our marriage license.
“Now,” I groan. “Oh… fuck.”
“No better time,” he laughs. “Line at the bottom.”
I whine and lay the paper on the wall so I can lean forward and sign. Tripp sucks even harder, and I drop my head and groan. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
“Sign, Puppet,” Knox says humorously. As the feeling creeps in and takes over my body, I slowly start signing my name. I am moaning and whimpering as I sign myself over to these men. I don’t have any hesitation in taking this step, especially now that I know that my brothers trust them.
“Good girl,” he praises as Tripp lays me down on the bed. I scream and nearly fall off the bed when I see Cade and Callum by the door. They all laugh heartily when I groan dramatically and cover my head with the blanket to pout.
“Too late now, sis,” Cade says. “If you are hanging out with these three, we already know you are a freak. Get up and get dressed.”
“You could have warned me,” I frown at Knox when I get up.
“I warned Tripp when he was coming up here to wake you, but he still wanted to fuck you awake,” he says.
“That’s… I want to go back to sleep now,” I say. “Why are they here?”
“They stayed here,” Rook says as he kisses my cheek. “Morning.”
“See, I think you are my favorite,” I tell Rook. “You are gentle,”
“Ha,” Tripp laughs. “No, the fuck he is not. Just you wait.”
“It’s always the quiet ones you gotta watch out for,” Callum says. “Put some pants on, kid.”
“How about a dress?” Rook says with a smile.
“I am starting to rethink my life choices,” Cade says. “I’m going to have to get used to this.”
“What, seeing us fuck your sister publicly?” Tripp asks.
“In public?” I ask.
“Welcome to the mafia, Puppet,” Knox says. “We get to take you wherever and whenever we want.”
“With consent,” Cade adds.
“I… Cade, close your ears,” I say, and he laughs.
“What is it?” Knox asks.
“Something about giving you three complete control is… healing,” I say. “Not having to think about things makes me calmer. I want more of that.”
“Be specific, Phoenyx,” he says.
“I want to give you three complete control of me,” I say. “Obviously within reason, but I don’t want to have to think about things. I like not having control, oddly.”
“Nyx, you are a brat. Giving complete control means consenting to punishment,” he says.
“I mean, don’t slice me up or anything, but okay,” I say.
“Are you sure?” Tripp asks.
“Yes,” I say.
“Okay,” Knox says.
“But I don’t want any other woman being involved. I think I am too selfish to share,” I say.
“We only want you,” Rook says.
“Then it’s simple. If we tell you to do something, you do it. You refer to us as sir. Use red as a safe word, and it will replace the word no. It should only be called in the event that you are in real pain or you feel that you are in true danger,” Knox explains.
“Define true danger,” I say.
“Well, Tripp might use fear play, which is just scaring you while he fucks you. For him at least. He will never put you in real danger, but you’ll come thinking he might.”
“If I die, I die,” I smile. “Anything else?”
“So, if I tell you in the middle of a meeting to get on your knees and suck my dick, what do you do?” he asks.
“Uh… probably panic. I won’t lie,” I laugh.
“Everything takes time,” he says. “Always communicate, and you’ll be okay. If you flat out say no, I’ll put you on your knees, and I won’t be nice about it when I fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”
“Sounds tempting,” I admit.
“Nyx, you are a brat because you are seeking control,” Cade says.
“When you get scared, you are a brat. When you are unsure or feel uneasy, you are a brat. When you need some pushback to ground yourself, you are a brat. Anyone who knows anything about brats will understand why you are acting the way that you are. There is always a reason, and none of it has to do with being disobedient. In this case, you want to submit, but you are afraid of the unknown, or you want more attention than you think you’ll be offered. ”
“Is that how you are with your assistant?” I ask with a sweet smile.
“Maybe one day,” he admits. “She’s been through a lot in life.”
“Cade went and got all of your stuff from the cabin this morning, so get dressed and we’ll go to this meeting,” Knox says. “Sundress with no panties. Comes downstairs when you are dressed.”
“Yes, sir,” I say with a smile.
“Good girl,” he says as he kisses me.
They all leave the room, and I go to the bags to pick out a light pink sundress.
The bottom flares out and hangs to my knees.
I pair it with white sandals and go to the bathroom to fix my hair.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I hate how I look.
It’s not the dress but the face that it isn’t hiding a lot of my scars.
Before I talk myself out of wearing it, I go downstairs and meet everyone in the living room.
“Beautiful,” Rook says with a smile.
“Mhmm,” I say, ignoring him.
“Aht, come here,” Rook says. I roll my eyes and walk over to him. He lifts my chin and looks at me for a second. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I lie.
“Phoenyx. What’s wrong?”
“I don’t like the scars showing like this,” I admit quietly.
“I love them,” he says, tilting my head up to kiss my throat. “They are beautiful because you are beautiful. Do not let them define how you see yourself. They are only a reminder that you survived, and we will be a reminder that we adore every inch of you.”
“You’ve known me for a day,” I say with an attitude.
“I see that you are panicking, Nyx, but I will address it at face value. We may have only known you for a day, but you have rooted yourself in our souls. We are entirely committed to you because we have never met someone with so much strength. All of this adds up to our trusting our gut and diving headfirst.”
“I just feel bad because you three have to be seen with me,” I admit.
“Phoenyx,” Cade says.
“What?” I sigh and look at him.
“Be the same confident woman that you are when you are making grown men cry and beg you for mercy,” he says.
“Be that badass little bitch that we all know you are. Be confident and keep your head high in public. In private, deal with those emotions by letting them remind you just how beautiful you are. Okay?”
“Did you just tell me to fake it until I can get fucked?” I ask.
“Yes,” he laughs. “You’re a fucking vigilante serial killer that has mafia families all over the city scared. You get that, right? Let everyone know who you are without saying it. Those scars can be their reminder that you’ve been through enough to not fear them. You’re not scared, are you?”
“No,” I say.
“Good. Just stand tall, Nyx,” he says.
“Wait. Do I get my gun back?” I ask.
Knox smiles at me before grabbing a holster and gun from the table by the door.
When he kneels in front of me, I can’t help but smile.
He keeps his eyes on mine as he reaches under my dress and straps the holster around my leg.
Before standing, he gently kisses the scar on the top of my thigh.
“Don’t pull it unless you are prepared to shoot.
We can clean up any mess you make, just don’t create witnesses. ”
“Yes, sir,” I smile.