19. Lex
CHAPTER 19
Lex
Zane parts her swollen lips and runs the obscenely thick head of the toy over her clit. It’s sticking out, all red and needy, and I want to suck it into my mouth, but I don’t because I also don’t want to stop watching.
“I think you’re all full of shit,” Vani gasps as she’s tortured slowly and deliciously. She’s so wet, so puffy, and must be aching terribly, but she’s still got defiance in her. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it.
“One more fucking word, and I’ll gag you,” Saint warns.
“I thought you wanted me to talk,” she throws back.
“Don’t test me,” he snaps.
She scowls but shuts up immediately.
Clearly, she doesn’t like the idea of the gag, and I file that away.
I’m so fucking hard, and I’m pushing out pre cum like it’s my job. I’ve come once, and I’m already primed again. No one gets me this way except for her.
The Preachers wanted to use her to create their bullshit dark magic against us, but what they didn’t realize is that she did that all by herself, the minute she stepped foot in this college. Those Preachers can do their very worst, and it will never be as bad as what she’s done. Because she’s put a spell on us for sure.
The very air in this room is heated and heady with it. It’s dangerous, and dark, and really, we should put a stop to this right this minute. In all the times we’ve done this, and all the games we’ve played, we’ve always been in absolute control. We’re not any longer. There’s that sense that all it would take is one tiny thing to send this spiraling down into something terrible.
For that reason alone, we should all get dressed and walk away right now. We could go back to our rooms, go to sleep, and in the future just give her a friendly nod when we pass in the hallway and go back to our old lives. Except that’s the biggest fantasy of all, isn’t it? Because that’s never going to happen. She’s already wormed her way in. We might be the ones standing free while she’s bound, but she’s the one who’s already elicited a secret from each of us, and we’ve not managed to get anything out of her.
I want to see Zane break her, but I know if he does, I’ll need to put her right back together again because that’s what I do.
As for Saint, he’s gone. Lost. I can see in his eyes when he looks at her. I bet he’d screw me over to have that fantasy of his become reality. He’d give anything to have a night with her. Living out his weird kink, the fucking freak. At least mine’s normal in comparison. Well, Zane’s is the most normal of all, but then he didn’t get the education that we had, did he?
He had a fairly normal life—for our world, at least—right up until someone tried to slit his throat. Now he walks around, and everyone feels sorry for him, which is both a curse and a blessing. It’s a curse because nobody wants anyone’s pity, but it’s a blessing because at least people can see he’s hurting.
They see that livid scar across his throat and realize he can’t speak, and they know he’s been through a battle. No one sees the scars my twin and I carry. They are on the inside. And it’s the scars on the inside that hurt the most.
Is that why we want to give Venom her own battle wounds? So she will be like us? No better, no worse, just exactly the same. A scarred and broken girl. Living happily ever after with her three scarred and broken boys.
Except that’s not how it works. People like me and my twin don’t get to live out their happily ever after. We’ve done so much sinning that there surely can’t be a redemption in our future. As for Zane, who knows what life holds for him? But, as he keeps running the monstrous head of that toy around and around and around Vani’s tortured clit, I think he’s just as cursed as the rest of us.
We’re all heading in a fast-track elevator right down to the place that’s hot. Factor fifty sunscreen isn’t going to cut it where we’re going. And the thing is, I want to take her with us. I want her to burn too. If we must, why shouldn’t she?
What else will she do, anyway? After this. After the intensity and the depravity of it all. Does she think she will marry some white-collar guy, push out a couple of kids, and have a white picket fence and maybe a Labrador? That’s not going to scratch the itch for her. Not after what we’ve done in this house. No, this will ruin her too. That way she’ll be ours forever.
Zane splits her pussy lips with the head of the toy and pushes it into her tight hole, gently at first. She cries out as if in pain, or maybe pleasure, or perhaps both, and her fingers grip her knees. Her pussy fucking flutters around the toy, and I watch, rapt as she takes it, her wetness easing the way. She’s so stretched around it, she’s panting more than when she had my cock up her ass.
“Does it feel good?” I ask, curious.
“It’s too much,” she gasps. “Oh, fuck, I can’t.”
Zane says nothing, but he gently rubs her clit, and she moans as she rocks back on her ass a little, inadvertently giving me an ever better view of her pussy. Zane is slightly positioned to one side of her, and I can clearly watch what he’s doing.
Zane keeps working it in and out of her. The sounds in the room are depraved as the wet squelching fills the air. I can smell her arousal, and it’s making me feel like an animal in heat. I want to pull that thing out of her, throw it to one side, and mount her like some sort of beast as I rut into her.
Her toes begin to curl and uncurl as her thighs tremble. I let a small, low growl, the sound torn from my throat as a warning to Zane that she’s about to break all the rules and come.
He shakes his head and raises a hand as he wags a finger in front of her, side to side.
No, no, no.
He stops moving the toy, and she squeezes her eyes closed as she whimpers in desperation.
“I swear to God, I’ve told you everything,” she says. “Please let me come. I need it.”
Zane slides the toy out of her, and she gives a cry of frustration. He gets to his knees, and, because of his height, his groin is lined up perfectly with her mouth. He takes hold of his hard cock and pushes it against her lips. She looks at him with beseeching eyes and doesn’t open her mouth. He pushes his fingers in and opens it with force, before sliding his thick length inside.
He grips her hair and angles her head the way he wants it and goes to work. I’m so jealous of him at this moment, even though I have no right to be after what happened earlier. He uses her mouth until tears are streaming down her face, and with a silent groan, he climaxes. He pulls out halfway through and aims the rest of it over her chin, chest, and throat.
He drops back to his haunches as if in a daze. Panting, he stares at his handiwork. He grins to himself and then leans in and kisses the top of her head, in a gesture that is both oddly sensitive but also condescending. He gestures to Saint and signs your turn .
My twin stalks over to her, naked as the day he was born, and stands beside her. He must have gotten fully undressed while we were all playing. He looks down at her as if wondering what to do with her next.
“Shall we both try to fit inside, now that she’s nice and stretched from Zane’s toy?” His gaze meets mine.
The idea is so forbidden it takes my breath away. Of course, we’ve had women together before, but not like that. I’ll be able to feel his cock up against mine, and that’s just freaky. He must sense my hesitation, because he merely shrugs.
“That’s okay, I can do that bit with Zane, if you’d prefer. Anyway, we don’t want to break her, do we? You can’t play with your toy once it’s broken.”
Saint stands over her, working his cock with his fist.
“I think I’ll just come all over your tits,” he tells her. “After all, they’re my favorite thing about you.”
The hurt that flashes in her eyes has me wanting to offer my usual comfort, but Saint shoots me a warning glance, and I keep my mouth shut. This is his turn now. Normally, I’d get to make her feel better afterward, but that’s not the plan for tonight. She’s still here because she thinks she’s going to get something out of this, but she isn’t. If she doesn’t tell us the truth, then she walks away from here emptyhanded.
“Then again,” Saint says, “maybe I’ll just fuck you.”
Saint makes surprisingly quick work of rearranging the rope and I realize he must have watched me do my work closely these past years. Then he’s turning her so she’s on all fours once more. “I’d rather look at your plump ass than your face.”
He trails his fingers through her folds and smiles. “I was going to use some lube, but you’re already wet enough to take me again. You’re such a needy little whore.”
He brings his hand down against her ass hard enough for the crack to ring out in the room. She yells and twists to look over her shoulder at him, her eyes blazing.
“Tell us the truth,” he demands.
Crack , he hits the other side with the flat of his palm.
“I have,” she insists.
He starts to spank her in a fast rhythm, alternating sides. Soon, her ass is a beautiful shade of red, and I’m surprised but delighted to see her grow even wetter. She likes the pain, it seems. Could she have been any more perfectly made for us?
Saint finally stops and rubs his hand over the sore skin. “No lotion or soothing baths for you tonight, little liar.”
He grabs himself and rubs the head around all her wetness, coating himself before thrusting in hard and fast with a savage grunt. He does to her what I’d been fantasizing about doing. He screws her like an animal. He makes no attempt to make it good for her, no touching her clit, or even talking dirty to her. He just uses her as a vessel.
He loses all control of himself and just ruts into her mindlessly, his hips bucking so fast, I bet he’ll be stiff in the morning.
Teeth gritted, he collapses his weight over her as his thrusts become erratic. He comes with a long groan, shuddering as he releases inside her.
He pulls out and flips her over so she’s on the floor. He leans over her, arms braced either side, his chest still heaving. “Dirty little cum slut. My brother’s cum leaking out of your ass, and my cum in your pussy. What a filthy putain you are. Now, tell us the damn truth.”
Her eyes are wide, and swimming with unshed tears. “I already have, but you just won’t believe me.”
“Fine,” he says coldly. “Get dressed.”
“ What ?”
She looks at us all in turn, and I have to fight not to look away. “What about me? You’ve all had your fun, but what about mine?”
“You don’t tell us the truth, you don’t get to come.”
Saint releases the remainder of the knots in the rope and unbinds them from her body. They’ve left a red pattern in her skin, which is both beautiful and vicious.
Then he turns away from her, walks to the far end of the room, and begins to put his clothes on in a businesslike manner.
He looks back over his shoulder and sneers. “What are you still doing here? This is our space. Our house. Our rules. You need to get dressed and leave.”
She stands on shaky legs and begins to dress herself. She’s struggling not to cry, I can tell. It makes me feel bad, but what can I do about it? We agreed on this before we met, and I’m not going to change things now.
“You’re all sick in the head,” she seethes. “You need help.”
She’s finally dressed but has to hold her cut top to her body to stay covered, and I turn to Saint. “I’ll walk her back. It’s not safe out there, and she’s got her tits on display with that top.”
“Don’t you dare linger or go into your comfort routine,” Saint orders.
I want to tell him to go fuck himself, but I want some time with Vani more. I can’t do my usual thing, but at least I can offer her a little soothing on the walk back.
“Walk her to the door and then come right back,” he orders.
“Yes, sir,” I say sarcastically.
“I can walk myself,” she says, though she’s moving tentatively, her limbs probably stiff from being tied for so long, plus her ass will still be pink, and she’s been fucked there, too.
Zane signs something.
“He says your tits are hanging out of what remains of that top.”
“Good,” she snaps. “Then maybe I’ll find me a man willing to finish the job and get me off. Fuck you all.”
She slams the door behind her and leaves us in a suddenly empty-feeling house, despite there being three of us here.
We avoid one another’s gaze, and I wonder if the other two are thinking the same thing I am.
Did we go too far?