21. Mila
21
MILA
I blinked slowly, unsure if I had heard him right.
Did he just say…?
“ What ?” I asked.
Killian’s smile widened. A hint of wariness entered me. There was a reason why I always felt so uneasy when Killian smiled like this. Nothing good ever came of it.
“Punish me?”
Behind me, Silas let out a chuckle. I turned back and glared at him before looking at Maverick for help. He was obviously the more levelheaded brother, but he was smiling at me the same way Killian was smiling at me, and I realized I was wrong.
Maverick wasn’t levelheaded at all.
“You—You can’t punish me!” I said, backing away. Killian followed. Fucking hell. How did it come to this? I had been completely heartbroken over the stupid inheritance. It was no wonder Dad had kept me close, and a small part of me had doubted the brothers’ feelings for me. I was no longer doubting that, and whatever feelings I might have over my dad were already pushed deep down in the darkest parts of me to be examined at a later date.
And now?
I wasn’t feeling heartbroken.
I was feeling apprehensive, intrigued, and fuck me, a little turned-on.
I shook my head.
“And why can’t I?” Killian asked, quickly closing the gap between us.
My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I took another step, only to stop when I ran into something hard and warm. I looked around to see Silas’ honey-brown eyes. I swallowed. He was enjoying this way more than he should be. And I was now trapped between two men who both tower over me. I should be scared, considering what my childhood had been like. I wasn’t.
I was nervous but… excited .
I turned back to Killian. “We should talk about this.”
He shook his head, his heated eyes raking up and down my body and leaving a blazing trail of fire over my skin.
“No?” I asked.
Killian bit his bottom lip, drawing my eyes to it. My breath caught, and he let go of the bite, his lips forming a wicked smirk that had my heart racing.
I looked off to the side to find Maverick watching us.
“No, don’t look at him, angel. Maverick can’t save you now.”
Maverick leaned his weight against the wall, bringing his thumb up to his teeth, not saying anything. I swallowed. Yeah, I wouldn’t be getting help from him.
Killian leaned down and kissed my cheek. I turned to him, leaning up. He took in my silent plea, pressing his lips down on mine and kissing me.
I moaned against him, especially when Silas moved his hands around me, one cupping my breast, fondling me, while the other was cupping me between my legs through the joggers. He played with me through the fabric.
I pushed back, wanting more friction between us as I kissed Killian harder. A small, low growl came from my left, which told me Maverick was enjoying the show.
Hell.
Wetness gushed out of me, pulling me closer to the edge of losing control.
Killian pulled away. “Enough,” he said, sounding almost angry.
I looked up at him through half-lidded eyes.
“Silas, why don’t you help me and take off our little angel's clothes?” Killian said from where he stood.
I bit the inside of my cheek and looked at him. There was a challenge in his eyes, as if daring me to fight him. Fight them. I wasn’t going to do that.
Silas bent down and bit my earlobe. My hands clenched into tight fists from the sensation. Silas let go and blew on the wet skin.
If they were trying to drive me insane, they were succeeding.
“Gladly,” Silas said softly. I didn’t do anything when Silas pulled my shirt up and off me. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and my breasts felt heavy.
“Fucking hell,” Killian muttered, grabbing one breast and playing with my nipple. I gasped when he twirled the hardened nub around between his two fingers just as Silas pushed the joggers I was wearing down until they pooled around my ankles.
Killian helped me step out of them before his hand went back to playing with my nipple, his movements getting a little rougher each time until he was clamping down on it.
I whimpered, grabbing ahold of his wrist. He smiled, looking so much like the devil then that I didn’t know whether to run away or get down on my knees to worship him.
“Seems our little angel has a problem keeping her hands to herself,” Maverick said. I glared over at him just as Silas thrummed his fingers over my clit through my panties.
I let out a shuddered breath. There was just so much going on, I didn’t know where to focus.
“She sure does,” Killian said, directing my gaze back to him with his other hand on my cheek.
He plucked my nipple. “How does this feel?”
“Hurts,” I managed to get out.
Killian looked over my head. “Silas?”
Silas pulled my panties off. The cool air teased my sensitive flesh before being replaced by his fingers.
I let out a small whimper as Silas moved his fingers back and forth over my clit, then slid down, dipping two thick fingers inside me. “Wet,” he gritted out.
I pushed my hands up on Killian’s chest, grabbing hold of his shirt when Silas started pumping his fingers in and out of me.
“Please,” I begged.
Silas leaned down closer to me. “That’s right, baby girl. Look at how good you’re being for me. Sucking my fingers inside like this. Fuck, angel. I can feel how wet you are.”
His words worked to drive me higher and higher and higher still.
I tightened my fists into Killian’s shirt and looked up to meet his eyes.
His face was set in harsh lines and dark hunger.
It only pushed me toward the frenzy.
“Please,” I begged. I didn’t know what I was begging for. To come? Or for more? How would it feel to have all three of them take me at the same time? The thought was nearly too much for my inexperienced mind to conjure.
“Enough,” Killian said, wrapping one arm around the small of my back and pulling me in closer to him. Silas pulled out of me, and I made a small moan in protest, especially when I could feel my arousal gushing out of me from the move.
Killian lifted me up in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his hips automatically as his hands cupped my bare bottom. He walked us over to the couch. I looked back to see Maverick and Silas standing there, varying degrees of amusement and arousal on their faces.
I swallowed. “Where are we going?”
“We are getting started on your punishments,” Killian responded, sitting down on the couch with me still on his lap.
It took me a moment for his words to really register. Once they did, I fought against his hold. But he must have been expecting that. He tightened his arms around me marginally, and, in a show of strength, he repositioned me face down over his lap. It was embarrassing how quickly he had been able to do it, too. My face burned, thinking about the image I must make.
I wiggled, and he slapped my ass cheek once.
I groaned in pain, especially when he pressed his huge palm over the sting until it felt hot.
“Killian.”
“Be a good girl and take your punishment. This will be over before you know it.”
I twisted around and glared at him, my hands wrapped around his calves, trying to brace myself. “Take my punishment? Are you serious?”
He smiled at me. It wasn’t a nice smile. “Are you mine?”
“Well, yes, but what does that have to do with— fuck .”
I lost my grip on his leg when he spanked my ass once, roughly. I could vaguely hear Silas groan in pleasure—the bastard.
“You’re mine. And I’m yours. But you questioned it.”
“That doesn’t mean you get to spank me, you bastard.”
He laughed wickedly. “Wanna bet?”
I turned to Silas, who looked like he was enjoying this way too much, before directing my attention to Maverick. “Aren’t you going to do something?”
His eyes glinted, telling me the answer before it was even uttered from his lips. “Why? He’s right. You did doubt us, little monster. How can we ensure you’ll never think that again unless we show you just how serious we are?”
“By spanking me?”
“By punishing you.” Maverick nodded to Killian.
“You bastard— ow ! Killian!” I yelled when his huge, hard-as -fucking -stone palm rained down on my ass.
I kicked my legs out from the pain, hoping that would get him off my ass.
“Fuck, baby, do you know what it does to me to hear you doubting me? Doubting us?” Killian asked between each spank, switching from one butt cheek to the next.
“I’m sorry,” I gritted out. “I won’t do it anymore.”
He moved his hand to the bottom of my ass cheek. I jumped—this hit stinging more than the other.
“No, you won’t,” Killian agreed darkly.
I looked over to Maverick and Silas standing there. Their eyes were dark as they watched me intently. It didn’t take a fucking genius to know they were hard.
There was something wrong with them. There was something wrong with me as well because beneath the pain, the fucking frustration that I was on display taking my punishment like this, there was the undeniable stirring of my arousal.
The stinging of my skin matched the strum of my clit, and I pushed my legs out, not knowing how to put into words or thoughts the feelings inside wanting to explode. It didn’t help at all that the stinging wasn’t as bad as I had expected it to be. Killian was holding back on me. It was mostly the position I was in that got to me.
And my muscles were protesting over having to brace myself up like this.
Finally, unable to keep on fighting, I let my body relax as a sob burst free, more from feeling too much than because I was in pain.
Killian let his hand rain down on me three more times before gently rubbing over the sore spot. I closed my eyes, taking it in, just before he repositioned me on his lap until I was straddling him, facing him.
I wrapped around him and buried my face in his chest, letting out all the shit I’d been through. Not even from running away from them, but long before that, from when I ran away from the clubhouse that night, away from my father and leaving him, along with his men, to be slaughtered by the brothers, to even all the years spent suffering in that goddamn prison, and everything in between.
I cried for being chased by Sebastian Cline and my father’s former men over an inheritance I never asked for. I cried for the girl I could be and the woman I had become.
It was cathartic in a way, and Killian held me tightly against him, never letting me go. He pressed his hand down on the small of my back, reminding me that I was still very much naked in his arms and that Maverick and Silas were still here.
I could feel someone sitting on the floor beside the couch close to me, grabbing hold of my calf and keeping me steady while another sat next to Killian and me.
After I felt all cried out, I slowly pulled away and looked around. First, to my left, I saw Maverick sitting there, his expression stoic and calm—exactly what I needed. Then, to Silas on the floor, his brown eyes reminding me that everything was going to be okay. Finally, to Killian, his dark eyes tinged in concern.
“Was that too much?”
I blinked, taking in his question. I couldn’t help it when a bout of giggling bubbled up in my throat. His brows pinched together, and I laughed harder. “You’re now asking if that was too much?”
Killian’s face relaxed, along with his shoulders. “If you want, I can do it again.”
“No, thanks. My ass is still hot.”
“Yes, it fucking is,” Silas said. I looked over to where he was, and he winked at me. I rolled my eyes, and he laughed.
Maverick played with my hair, drawing my attention back to him. “Okay?” he asked.
I nodded, my skin burning a little from embarrassment over my reaction now that I wasn’t feeling so much.
Maverick looked like he didn’t know what to make of my reaction. “That seemed…”
“Excessive?” I quipped.
He shook his head. “Like you’ve been bottling up so much for so long, you didn’t know where to put it until Killian spanked you.”
“So me spanking her is a good thing,” Killian added. I shot him a dirty look. The fucker pinched my nipple in retaliation.
I slapped my hand down on his shoulder. “Hey!”
“Behave,” he admonished. “Or I can make spanking you a weekly thing. Hell, with the way you reacted, I’d say you need it.”
I shook my head, not knowing what to say to that. I should probably be disgusted. I wasn’t. I was disgruntled, sure, but underneath, I was… excited .
Killian shot me a knowing look, and I made a move to get off his lap. Surprisingly, he let me, and I realized too late why that was. Three sets of eyes turned my way, and I suddenly felt vulnerable. Way more exposed than I needed to be. I was still naked.
At least on Killian’s lap, I didn’t feel so indecent.
Now that he wasn’t covering me, I resisted the urge to use my hands and cover myself up. I stood there, my hands by my side.
“Fucking hell, angel,” Silas said darkly. “Look at how fucking beautiful you are. And that fucking tattoo. That fucking tattoo was such a fucking good idea. Good job, brother.”
Silas reached over and fist-bumped Killian. I glared at him. I still haven’t forgotten his promise to help me get even. And I would get even with Killian, no matter the consequence.
“What?” Silas asked me as if he didn’t know.
I crossed my arms over my chest, and Maverick tsked me. “Put your hands down, little monster. I still haven’t gotten my fill.”
The dare in his voice caught my attention. I was all about teasing him, but there was something about the situation that made me not want to give in to the challenge. I put my arms back down to my sides.
“Good girl,” Maverick muttered, standing up to his full height. A thrill of pleasure shot through me from his praise, and I hoped to fucking God he couldn’t see that.
The knowing look in his eyes told me that wasn’t the case as he made his way over to me. I resisted the urge to back away. It wasn’t like I had forgotten just how tall he was. But hell, to see him approaching me like this…
I swallowed as he stood in front of me. I tilted my head back to look into his blue eyes. There was something in them that I couldn’t explain, but it made my heart race nonetheless.
He reached out and cupped my face. “Okay?”
I nodded, burrowing in closer to his touch.
A small smile touched his lips. “Good. Do you want to play?”
My breath caught. “Play?”
Somehow, I doubted the games he had in mind were as innocent as some childhood games like hide-and-seek.
He moved his hand away and leaned down until his lips grazed my cheek. “Yes, play.”
My skin hummed with excitement and nervousness from the dark look in his eyes. “H-how?”
“Hmm.” He pulled back from me. “You run. And if we catch you, we get to do whatever we want to do to you.”
Oh, hell.
Silas laughed and stood up, along with Killian. “Fuck yes, let’s play, angel.”
I looked away from Maverick to Silas and Killian. “There’s not enough room to run.”
“Hmm. That’s what makes it fun. Little monster?”
My breath caught. “Yeah?”
“Run.”
With a squeal, I turned around and ran, looking around the very, very small suite, trying to find a place I could run where they couldn’t get me.
There was none.
I headed to the room I had spent my night in. My fingers barely touched the doorknob before I found arms wrapping around me from behind and pulling me back. I grunted when I hit a hard chest. I looked up into dark brown eyes. Killian smiled, baring his teeth as his hand moved up and cupped my breast, playing with it. I kicked my knees back, trying to escape. He must have anticipated the move because I kept missing him.
I let out a small groan when he pinched my nipple, rolling the hardened nub around with his fingers roughly. He twisted me around and pushed me to the back of the couch, bending me over. I could only imagine the sight I must make like this. I fisted the throw pillow as cool air teased me, and I felt them moving in.
“You caught her, Killian. So what are you going to do?”
I could hear the smile in his voice when he answered, “Fucking eat her out.”
Before I could respond to that, I felt Killian's lips on me from behind. I closed my eyes as his lips worked me over, moving up and down over the crease, his tongue teasing me in the worst way possible.
I flexed my legs from being in this position and from what Killian was doing to me. Silas walked around the couch until he was in front of me.
“Look at you, baby. Look at how good you are, letting Killian eat you out.”
Fuck me, what did he really expect me to say to that?
He grasped my cheeks in both hands and tilted my head back, kissing me. I cried against his lips. This was almost too much. Killian flicked his tongue over my opening while Silas teasingly moved his against me.
I was nothing more than a wreck, and I didn’t know how to handle it.
I whimpered against Silas’ lips, especially when I felt another set of hands on my body, starting from my back and moving around until they found my breasts. I knew it wasn’t Killian or Silas touching me.
It was Maverick.
Hell. This was almost too much.
And not enough.
Just not enough to push me over the edge. I tried to move, but Killian was right there, grabbing hold of my hips and keeping me still.
He pulled away just as I was about to reach my peak.
I let out a frustrated groan, and all three men pulled away from me.
I looked up at them. Maverick smiled. “Run.”
My heart spiked, and I hauled ass out of there, nearly tripping over the couch. I looked around and headed over to the small makeshift kitchen. I didn’t know why I chose that. There was nowhere to run to from there. Maverick laughed when he caught up to me, lifting me up in his arms, my back against his front. I faced Silas and Killian.
“At least make it harder on us.”
“You know, there aren't a lot of places to run here.”
“Too bad for you, isn’t it?”
Maverick grabbed my legs and pulled up until they nearly touched my chest, baring my body.
My hand gripped his forearms, my nails digging into his skin.
Silas walked up to me until I was sandwiched between the two men. Killian leaned back against the couch he had me on just moments before, looking like he was enjoying the show a little too much.
“Silas? Tell me, how wet is she?”
Silas cupped my pussy, gathering up the wetness and rubbing it over my clit. My eyes shuddered shut from the sensation.
“Wet.”
“Wet enough to fuck?” Maverick asked, his voice soft.
“Hmm, I don’t know. I think we can do better than that.”
I didn’t know what he meant by that, but Maverick seemed to because he hoisted me up even higher.
I finally got it when Silas winked and bent down, taking my pussy into his mouth.
I kept my eyes on him as he worked me over with his mouth. His hand played with my ass, squeezing it a bit before I felt his fingers trail over my crease. He began playing with my asshole while eating me out.
I threw my head back and let out a loud scream when I felt him insert his finger inside me.
“So fucking tight,” Silas mumbled before going back to eating me out. From the corner of my eyes, I could see Killian already taking his clothes off.
I tried to focus on that, especially when he started to show off all the golden-tan skin. The few tattoos scattered about just added to this perfect specimen of a man.
Silas’ tongue flicked over my clit.
I closed my eyes.
“Please,” I begged. I cried.
“Please, what, baby?” Maverick asked, his lips close to my ear.
“Please, I need you. I need all of you.”
“Do you want to be taken by all of us?”
Ah, hell. Why did that sound so appealing? Silas chuckled against me, causing a vibration on my clit then, and I almost lost it.
“Greedy girl,” he said, pulling back. His lips were shiny from me. “It looks like Killian already got started. Why don’t you get on your knees and suck him off, baby? Show him just how talented that mouth of yours really is.”
My mouth watered from Silas’ words, and I knew he could see that by the gleam in his eyes. Maverick gently placed me down on the ground.
I knelt there as Killian walked up to me. His dick was hard and thick and beautiful.
I kept my eyes on it until he reached me. “Open,” he commanded.
I opened my mouth, and Killian pushed inside me. I sucked on it right away, and his head fell as he let out a low groan.
“Fuck,” he gritted out, grabbing a fistful of my hair. “Fuck, baby. You're killing me.”
I knew he could see the laughter in my eyes as I sucked him deeper into my mouth. He pulled harder on my hair, and my eyes burned from the sting. But that wasn’t going to stop me. I wanted to see him lose control.
I reached over and grabbed Silas’ hips to keep me steady. He moved in closer to me, his hands moving over any places on my body he could reach.
I looked over at Maverick to see he was naked as well, his hand grabbing his huge cock as he gave himself several hard strokes. The tip of his dick glistened with pre-cum, driving me on, and I doubled my efforts on Killian.
“Enough,” Killian gritted out, pulling out of me. I made a small sound in protest, but Killian wasn’t paying me any attention.
He lifted me up in his arms and gently threw me on the couch. I bounced a little, and before I could get my bearings, Killian was there. He pushed my thighs apart and sank into me fully.
I gasped from surprise and pleasure.
Killian began fucking me on the couch.
Fuck.
He grabbed my hips to keep me steady and watched as his dick disappeared inside me before coming back out. Then he fucked me harder.
Silas came up to where my head was. He had taken his clothes off as well. He tapped the tip of his dick over my lips. “Open.”
I opened my mouth and sucked him in while Killian fucked me.
Maverick walked over to me, running his hand up and down my body, from my shoulders to my breasts, where he tweaked my nipples a few times before moving down.
He played with my clit while Killian fucked me.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head from the pleasure, and it didn’t take long for me to come.
I came with a strangled cry.
Killian pulled out of me and replaced his dick with his fingers, moving in and out at a ferocious pace, prolonging my orgasm.
Silas pulled out of me, his hand coming down and cupping my breast, squeezing it roughly.
“Please,” I cried.
“Fuck, little monster. Do you like that? Do you like it when we play with you like that?”
I couldn’t answer him. I didn’t know how. I liked it too much, but I knew I shouldn’t… should I?
Killian moved away, and Maverick pulled me up until he was sitting on the couch, and I was on top of him, my back to him. He directed me until I was fully seated on his cock. I pressed my hand down on his thigh, trying to keep steady.
I looked over at Silas. He looked hungry. “Fuck, baby, do you know what it does to me to see you take my brother’s cock like this? Such a good little girl for us.”
I opened my mouth, not really sure what I was about to say, and a moment later, it didn’t matter because Maverick drove his hips up, fucking me like that.
I let out a loud cry, leaning toward him when I felt I could no longer hold myself up.
Maverick fucked me just as quickly and as hard as Killian, and I felt like I was dying but in the best way possible. I sobbed out from the sensation.
Silas was behind me, pulling my hair back before grabbing my hand and wrapping it around his cock.
I moved my hand up and down his shaft while Maverick moved me up and down on him, and… and…
I reached my peak, tears stinging the corner of my eyes. Maverick pulled out of the way, and Silas took his place, pushing me until I was on my knees, my ass pointing toward him. He drove deep inside me in one smooth move.
Silas didn’t give me the chance to recover. He slammed in and out of me, his hands gripping my hips painfully. I was going to wear his handprint tomorrow, no doubt about it.
And I fucking loved the thought. More than I should. Perhaps I was just as depraved as they were.
Maverick stepped in front of me, and I didn’t need him to tell me. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked him in, moving in tandem with Silas’ movements, as my hand reached for Killian. I stroked up and down his length with one hand while working on Maverick with my mouth, letting him move his hips however he needed, while Silas took me from behind.
I could feel Silas pressing his thumb against my asshole, and the muscles there clenched from his touch.
“Come, baby. I want you to come with me,” Silas said, his voice rough.
Tremors working over my body from his words. A few more thrusts from him, and I lost it, my screams muffled around Maverick.
Silas came too, his cum spurting inside me, creating a warm, sticky mess that only worked to drive me over, and Maverick and Killian soon followed.
I swallowed down as much of Maverick as I could, even when it felt endless, even when I could feel his cum dripping out from the corner of my mouth as Killian sprayed his cum onto my skin, a warm, sticky mess that sent me on a tailspin.
I collapsed on the couch, no longer able to hold myself up, completely spent and completely sated.
Silas bathed me.
I sat in the middle of the huge bathtub while Silas sat on the floor next to it, using a small clay cup to pour water on my skin.
We didn’t say anything for a while; we just sat there in contented silence.
I thought about all that had happened. After they had taken me, we lay there on the couch while the brothers took turns holding me close to them. Comforting me, praising me. Telling me how good I had done, when they had done most of the work.
I had imagined something like this should have made me feel used.
I didn’t feel used.
I felt…
Empowered.
In control.
And what’s more, I felt cherished by them.
“What happens now?” I asked Silas.
He paused mid-move, the cup of water in the air. He stared deeply into my eyes, not saying anything for a beat.
Then, “Now, we go home.”
Home with them. Home was the place I had run away from. Home was… it was good, and it was bad. There were times when I wanted to run as far away from them as possible. And other times, especially during my time at the motel, I had yearned for it.
I blinked down at the water, taking in the suds floating on top.
I played with one, moving it around the water.
“Home,” I repeated.
Silas leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Home.”
“That sounds good.”
I felt him smile against my skin. “Perfect.”