12. Renzo
12
RENZO
I grew more frustrated the longer we were out in the cold. Just over an hour had passed since she’d ran into the night.
Mass had even called to ask if we’d found her since it was unlike any of the women we let run to make it past twenty minutes once we were out hunting.
“Easy,” Roe murmured, peering through the dense trees. “She didn’t get too far.”
“Let’s hope she froze to death and didn’t escape,” I mumbled, pissed our record might get tarnished. Mass caught the last bitch in the woods and had fucked her so hard we’d heard her screams. To be fair, he’d used a stick on her, but he’d hated her just as much as we had.
Fucking implant.
I had the mindset that every toy our father sent to us was part of his fucked up scheming ways to keep us in check. Even though this one was supposedly currency for a debt, I still didn’t trust shit when it came to him.
“She’s here,” Roe said, pausing and cocking his head.
I stopped because I’d heard the same noise.
A soft cry.
My lips turned slowly upward as I looked at my twin, the same maniacal grin on his face.
As if completely on the same page without a word, we crept forward until we split at the massive oak tree, each of us moving slowly around it on either side.
She was here.
I could feel her.
“Hello, sweet Misery,” I murmured as we both circled to stand in front of her shivering body.
She peered up at us, her dark hair a wild mess, the braid not nearly as nice now, her lips a pretty shade of blue.
“Are you cold?” Roe asked, smiling down at her.
She tried to answer but her teeth chattered.
“We can warm you,” I added, taking in the twigs and bits of old leaves in her braid. I squatted in front of her and reached out to cradle her face, noting the dirt now marring her perfect porcelain skin. She jerked away from me. If she thought she was hurting my feelings, she was wrong. All she’d succeeded in doing was making my cock hard as a fucking lead pipe.
I grasped her chin and forced her to look at me.
Her pretty eyes met mine, and for a moment, the world stopped. My breath caught. I didn’t believe in love at first sight. And this wasn’t first sight. This was, however, the first time I’d ever felt anything like it in my life.
I swallowed hard and released her, hating the strange swell of feelings within me.
Roe rubbed his chest, wincing.
“You good?” he called out, frowning down at me.
I shook off the strange swell of emotion and grunted. Reaching out, I tore the sheet open, exposing her tits to us.
She cried out softly at the biting cold, but I had to do something to calm the sudden shit pumping through my veins.
I reached for her again, and she fought me, trying to get me to stop, but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
Something inside me had snapped.
I was feral. Unhinged. A primal urge to fuck every hole she had and claim her came over me. I was never like that with women. I fucked to get off and go about my way. This was different. I wanted all things in that moment.
Maybe it was the look in her eyes. So pure. So innocent. All I wanted was to show her that her fear could make her stronger.
My brothers and I were living proof of it. Maybe the look in her eyes reminded me too much of the one in mine whenever I looked into the mirror each morning.
Angry she didn’t want me sent fury coursing through me.
“N-No,” she managed to rasp. “No.”
I let out a snarl. No one fucking told me no.
I grabbed her and fought until I got her on her stomach. She wept beneath me, her body ice cold and trembling, her sobs coming out in white puffs on the cool night air.
I watched as she clawed at the frozen ground, her nails breaking as she tried to get away from me.
Love me.
Fucking LOVE ME.
The words were on repeat in my head, something having snapped in me moments before.
I forgot about Roe as I pulled my weeping cock from my pants, eager to bury myself inside her.
Roe seemed to sense something had changed because instead of diving in with me, he hung back, watching me fight my demons.
Her bare, pert ass was on display, goosebumps pebbling along her soft skin. She continued her struggle, but I reached out and wrapped my hand around her throat and squeezed. She rasped and gasped, her cries now hoarse and cut off as I ran my cock along her damp pussy.
She wanted me.
She didn’t want to admit she wanted me though.
The body never lied.
Pussy never lied. It would weep its wants out in a delicious slick. Every. Single. Fucking. TIME.
I always gave pussy what it wanted, despite the screams that would tumble into the cold night.
Roe reached out and tugged her sheet away, leaving her completely naked beneath me.
“Hold her,” I husked out, nearly ready to explode. I watched him slide his phone back into his pocket. He’d let our brothers know we’d found her. I had no doubt he’d also sent a picture along with the message.
Roe went to her head and forced her flat on the ground, her sobs only turning me on more.
Carefully, I pulled my knife from my pocket and leaned forward to speak into her ear.
“I’m going to fuck your ass. If it’s too tight for me, I’ll carve it open to make room. Understand, my sweet girl?”
Her sobs grew louder, and I inhaled deeply, wishing I could keep the sounds alive in my twisted world forever.
I took my knife handle and shoved it into her mouth. She gagged as I got the handle wet, my lips still at her ear.
“Mm, suck it,” I snarled, the monster within me fully emerging.
She gagged as I moved the handle in and out of her mouth like I was fucking her with it. When I was satisfied with the wetness, I pulled it out. Spreading her asscheeks apart, I pushed the handle against her tight hole. She cried out and tried to break away again, but Roe was good at holding her down for me.
I pushed the handle into her ass amid her soft cries. I deployed the blade because I really fucking liked the way it looked sticking out from her tight asshole.
“Mm, don’t fight. The blade is open. Let it spread your hole for me, kitten. If my cock does it, I’ll split that tight asshole in two and have to just fuck you bloody.”
Her body quivered as I slowly pulled the handle out before pushing it back in. Again. Again. She continued to cry, the fight having left her.
I locked eyes with my twin.
“Fuck her,” he said, his voice thick with need. “I want to watch.”
I reached out and cradled his cheek before drawing him to me, the knife in her ass between us. We kissed, our tongues tangling against one another’s beneath the full moon, a beautiful girl pinned beneath us in tears.
It was fucking heaven.
Or Hell.
I supposed that demanded on how one viewed our world.
I broke the kiss off, my cock at an all-time hard level, and reached out for her again. This time, I collected as many of her tears as I could before I rubbed them along my cock. Not satisfied, I looked to my twin who smirked back at me. He knew what I needed.
Leaning forward, he sucked my dick into his mouth.
I groaned beneath the deliciousness of it, letting him suck me and dampen my cock. He released me and went back to his position, his eyes filled with want.
I was going to fuck her first and then let him have a go.
Then, we’d do it together. We did everything together, after all.
With my wet cock, I removed the knife from her ass and handed it to Roe who wasted no time taking the blade and tracing little intricate designs on her back. She shuddered beneath the stainless steel, knowing that all he had to do was exert a little force and he’d end her life. Instead, he simply teased her perfect flesh, not leaving a mark behind.
I pushed my cock against her ass. She stiffened beneath me and tried to shift away, but I slapped her ass hard. The red bloomed beautifully on her pale skin beneath a partial moon and earned another sob from her.
I did it again and again, delighting in the violent pleasure.
And then I claimed what was mine, her sweet screams echoing into the night.