19. Arianna
19
ARIANNA
S ever was indescribable. He wasn’t the monster he was the first time he’d fucked me. This Sever took his time. He undressed me slowly. Kissed me. Cradled me. Whispered to me.
“I love you.” His lips skimmed along my jaw, his naked body pressed against mine. He was dangerously close to entering my pussy. His cock teased me, and I was all but whimpering, wanting him deep inside.
“I love you,” I answered back softly.
He breached my pussy, his thick, long cock stretching me. I winced, knowing he was just as large as his brothers and would decimate my world again.
But I wanted it, crazy as it was.
If I had to live in this Hell, then I wanted something for the trouble.
And that was the Saconne brothers.
All four of them.
They were mine.
I dug my nails deep into his back, earning a feral groan from him as I jutted my hips up to meet his.
“Fuck,” he choked out, slowly sinking deeper inside me. “Baby. Fuck.”
I moaned from his term of endearment.
“More,” I husked out. “Please.”
“Whatever you want, darling star.” He slammed deep inside me, making me shout out his name. The way he moved. The way he fucked.
Otherworldly.
It was nothing like the first time. The first time was angry and abusive.
This time was the sort that made me orbit the moon.
I clung to him, taking everything he gave me, my pulse pounding with each fierce thrust he landed deep inside my body.
His lips fused to mine, the kiss so deep and delicious I moaned into his mouth, making him move faster.
He pounded into me until I was gushing my release out, soaking everything.
“Will you always come back to me?” he asked breathlessly as he rutted deep into my body, desperation in his voice. Clearly, this was something he was dwelling on. I wanted to give him relief. To give us both relief. We deserved it.
“Always,” I vowed.
A groan slid past his lips as his cock twitched deep inside me, signaling he was coming too. Finally, he rested his forehead against mine, his breathing heavy.
“I’m sorry it wasn’t sweeter,” he said breathlessly.
“I loved it,” I answered, raking my fingers through his black hair.
“Promise?”
I nodded. “I promise.”
He smiled, the gesture lighting up his blue eyes. He kissed me again and began to move once more, slowly pumping in and out of me.
“S-Sever?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I-I’m not on anything. You guys have come inside me?—”
He growled against my lips, silencing me.
“Good. I’d love to see your belly swollen for us.”
My heart skipped at his words. I’d never considered children before. I knew I didn’t want them to be a part of my father’s life, so hadn’t let them cross my mind.
But they were now. I’d been filled over and over since I’d gotten here. If I had an actual period and wasn’t pregnant, I’d be surprised. Since my periods tended to be irregular and I sometimes would skip a month or two, not having one was almost normal to me.
Maybe I should have brought it up sooner, but they had to know it was a possibility, considering how I came with literally the clothes on my back and nothing else.
They probably didn’t care. To my knowledge, no one ever survived them long enough for a baby to be born. The thought made my stomach sick.
“Sever?”
“Yeah?” He slowed his movements.
“Have any of the other girls ever been pregnant?”
“No.” His blue eyes skirted over my face quickly. “Father always had them given shots. Birth control.”
“I-I don’t think I had a shot.” I winced as I stared up at him. “I’m scared?—“
“Shh, baby,” he murmured, placing a sweet kiss on my lips. “My father may have had it done after he knocked you out. It wouldn’t be surprising. The last thing he’d want is us knocking up a toy.”
I swallowed thickly and nodded.
“I’ll find out, OK?” he murmured.
“OK.”
“Do you want me to stop?” His words were hoarse.
“You decide.”
His lips quirked up into a tiny smile.
“Then I’ll fuck you until your belly grows, darling star.” He picked up his pace, fucking deep inside me.
And I let him, consequences be damned.
I woke up tangled around Sever, my pussy sore from how many times we’d done it last night. I could still feel his come drizzling from between my legs. He was insatiable it seemed. My face heated at that thought. He’d fucked me on the bed. The floor. Against the wall. Against the window. Nothing was off limits, and the things he said to me.
I’d have fanned myself last night if I had a free hand.
A smile touched my lips as I snuggled closer to him, my heart full. Nothing within me thought he’d go back to the monster he’d been when I’d first arrived. This was the Sever I’d always known. Sweet. Kind. Caring.
His arm tightened around me as he slumbered. I relaxed further against him. The comfort didn’t last long because my bedroom door opened, jolting Sever awake. Massimo and the twins flooded the room.
“Get up.” Massimo reached down and threw Sever’s pants at him.
“What’s going on?” Sever mumbled, scrubbing his hand down his face, his shaggy black hair sticking up in different directions.
“Father,” Roman said tightly.
“He’s coming,” Renzo finished.
“Fuck.” Sever scurried out of bed and pulled his pants on, his blue eyes wild when he turned back to me. “Baby, I’ll be back.”
I nodded, putting my t-shirt on, my chest tight. Sever wasted no time coming to me and crushing his lips against mine.
“I’ll miss you,” he murmured before backing away.
“Miss you,” I answered back softly.
The twins took his place, each kissing me. Renzo was rougher than Roman was, but I expected nothing less.
“Be good, little snowflake,” Roman instructed before leaving the room with Renzo and Sever.
Massimo stared down at me for a moment as I nervously twisted the sheet between my fingers.
Finally, he sighed and shoved me onto my back. A gasp left my lips as I stared up at him.
“Don’t fight me,” he said, his voice husky. That was all the warning I got before he wrapped the rough rope from my bedposts around my wrists, securing my hands over my head.
I squirmed, my heart in my throat and my terror rising.
He buried his head in my neck and sucked against my skin so hard I cried out. He proceeded to move down my body, marking me as he went. Coming back up, he brushed his lips against mine.
“If you look too cozy here, you’ll be hurt,” he murmured. “I’m trying to save you, Sweet Misery. I’ll be back to untie you soon.”
He backed away and left me in the bed.
“Play the part. It’s dangerous if you don’t.” He didn’t elaborate and left the room, leaving me to hope I wouldn’t have to stay like this for long.
“Please don’t forget about me,” I whispered into the empty room.