Chapter Two
AXEL
Two truths and a lie…
I plan to fuck my enemy’s daughter.
I’ve never killed anyone.
My brother and my boyfriend want to join me in fucking her.
I bet you can’t pick which one is the lie. I’ll give you a hint, I still have the blood of my latest victim covering my hands. I would have cleaned up but I was interrupted by my men alerting me to the fact our little petal had escaped.
How can she look so fucking good while running for her life?
She’s terrified and that shit has me rock hard and ready to pin her ass to the ground and fuck her raw.
Skye Gordon needs to be taught a lesson.
She thinks she is untouchable and able to call the shots.
Newsflash, sweetheart, we’re the fucking bosses, not you!
She may have been right about her father going after our sister, and a part of me knows I owe her a debt for that, but I’ll never admit it out loud.
Nixon and Asher keep pace with me as we chase her ass down.
When she hits the bank of the river, she skids to a stop, forcing us to do the same and use the trees as cover to stay hidden.
“Mother sucker!” she snaps angrily, making me smirk behind my mask.
The idiot thought the moment she made it outside she would be free of us, but she didn’t bank on the current of the river being as harsh as it is.
Attempting to cross it right now would be a death sentence and she is smart enough to know that.
I look to my left to see Nixon standing there tense and ready to strike at any second.
My brother is unhinged and doesn’t speak unless he has to.
Asher and I are the ones that handle all the phone calls and anything that involves speaking.
Nixon is the head of the family and the one that we all go to when we need a plan for war.
“Fuck it.” My attention is snapped back to her.
I watch as she gathers her blonde hair and uses the elastic on her wrist to secure it in a messy bun atop her head.
My cock leaps to attention when she begins to strip her clothes off.
The instant she stands there in a thong and a bra I growl in approval at the sight.
She whirls around and squints her eyes, trying to locate where the sound came from.
It’s too dark out for her to see us, but something about the way she continues to study the area tells me she knows she isn’t alone out here.
She crouches down and ruffles through her pants, then my brows raise as she drops into a fighting stance wielding a butcher's knife. Asher purrs seductively beside me, he’s getting off on the sight of her ready to fight and kill.
Nixon is the first to step out from the trees and makes his presence known.
At the sight of him, her upper lip pulls back in a snarl. Asher and I follow his lead and flank him on either side. Her features harden when she sees that the three of us are holding machetes.
“If you think I’ll go down easily, think again, you bastards,” she threatens.
“When we disarm you, we’re going to fuck you and mark that flawless body so you will have a reminder of us always. Each time you see that mark you will remember that you belong to the VanHoughts.”
Asher’s threat has her bearing her teeth and clutching the knife tighter in front of her. “I don’t get fucked, buddy. I do the fucking,” she snaps back.
“You’ll submit to us because you want to,” I add.
She snorts. “I’ll never submit,” she grits out.
“We’ll see,” Nixon snarls, then rushes toward her.
She braces for him. When he is in reach, she strikes out with her blade, fully intending on burying it in my brother’s chest. Nixon pivots to the side and swipes his leg out, trying to take her down but she jumps into the air.
Asher and I rush forward, ready to take her down and have some fun.
It’s been a long time since a female has intrigued me.
Normally I leave them for my brother and Asher, but there is something about this little wildflower that is calling to me.
None of us raise our weapons as we engage with her.
We’re taunting her and she knows it. Each time she strikes out we avoid the blade, making her lose her temper but she’s trained well.
Even angry she doesn’t lose control, her movements never growing sloppy.
She stands there with her back to the river with the three of us in front of her with her blade raised. She keeps darting her gaze between the three of us, waiting for us to make a move.
“Is your pussy wet?” Asher asks, shocking her.
“You’ll never know,” she pants.
“You don’t even know who we are, what we look like or if we are friend or foe.
Yet, here you stand, wondering how well we would feel inside you.
” Nixon’s statement has her sucking a harsh breath.
“You get off on being chased, forced to bend to our will. You’ve spent years being in control and pretending to be dominated, but you long to feel what it would be like to be controlled and really fucked. Isn’t that right?”
She darts her tongue out to moisten her lips and flicks her gaze between the three of us before answering.
“Wondering and wanting has nothing to do with the current situation we are in,” she answers.
As if the three of us can read each other's minds, we all drop our weapons, making her eyes widen and her mouth part in a silent gasp.
“Allow us to show you what it’s like to be dominated,” I growl.
Nixon steps forward without an ounce of hesitation.
She rises to her full height and presses the blade of her knife against his throat as he grips her waist. Asher and I push forward.
I come to a halt at her side, forcing her attention to me until Asher plasters himself against her back, making her gasp.
“We’ll make you beg and you’ll love it,” Asher vows, then reaches around her and yanks the cups of her bra down, making her gasp.
Before she can utter a word, he cups her tits in his hands and pinches her nipples between his index finger and thumb, making her cry out.
The blade in her hand trembles. Nixon grips her wrist and yanks the knife out of her grasp, then crouches down in front of her and rubs his face against her thong-covered pussy and growls.
He uses the knife to cut the thong from her body, making her groan. The seductress is bold, I give her that. She reaches down and tangles her fingers in my brother’s hair, lolls her back to rest against Asher’s chest, then grips my cock through my jumpsuit, making me groan.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” she pants.
“He feels even better inside you, trust me,” Asher agrees, making her eyes widen in surprise but I see lust swirling in those blue globes.
“Holy fuck!” she cries out and pushes onto her tiptoes.
I look down to see Nixon fucking her with the hilt of the knife.
I shake my head. If she hadn’t pissed herself because she was chained up in the cellar for days, my brother would be burying his face inside her pussy.
He’s one of the most ruthless fuckers I know, but when it comes to urine, he’s an utter bitch.
“I hate you but I want your cocks inside me. I want to be fucking owned,” she pleads.
“You already are. We’re going to keep you, petal,” Asher decrees with such conviction.
We had planned to keep her and use her against her family, but it appears we may not have to have her chained in the cellar.
I’m not opposed to having her sexy ass chained to my bed so I can feast on that cunt whenever I want.