Fallen For Three

Chapter 12

TWELVE

I stand frozen in place,my eyes fixed on the identical faces of the twins standing before me. My heart aches with a mixture of sorrow and fury. The tears threaten to spill from my eyes, but I clamp down on them with all my might. I can’t let them see me cry; I can’t let them think they have any power over me.

As the twins shift closer, their faces twisted into cruel sneers and I feel a wave of dread wash over me. “Oh look, it’s Ness,” one of them says. They don’t even remember my name or the pain they caused.

I force myself to avoid their gaze, keeping my eyes fixed on the ground beneath my feet. I need to get away, to escape the memories that flood my mind. I try to walk past them, but one of the twins blocks my path, a smug grin spreading across his face. I’m trapped, unable to move forward.

One sneers and asks, “Have you enjoyed our father’s new restaurant?” My heart starts racing and my breathing intensifies as I feel their mocking stares.

Suddenly, I feel a hand on my shoulder as one of the twins touches me. The touch sends a chill down my spine and I can’t help but shudder involuntarily. My eyes well up with tears and I feel a lump form in my throat. Without a word, I turn around and make a beeline for the exit. I could hear Mike calling out my name behind me, but I don’t stop. I run out of the restaurant and fall to my hands and knees, sobbing uncontrollably.

The nausea churns in my stomach as I try to steady my breathing. The trio surround me, staring at me with panic etched on their faces. Cain’s voice breaks through my thoughts, demanding to know what’s wrong. My words get stuck in my throat as I struggle to express myself. Nate kneels beside me, his reassuring presence calming my racing heartbeat. The tears that well up in my eyes blur my vision as I look at him. In a fragile voice, I tell them I need to leave. Nate picks me up gently, cradling me in his arms. Cain’s voice echoes in the background, asking me questions, ready to deal with anyone who has wronged me.

Nate gently places me in the car’s back seat, taking a seat right next to me. Mike slides in on the other side while Cain takes the driver’s seat with a stern expression. He turns around, staring at me. I rest my head on Nate’s chest, tears streaming down my face. He immediately wraps his arms around me while Mike softly strokes my arm in a comforting manner. Nate’s warm voice breaks the silence, “Baby, please tell us what’s wrong. We’re here for you.”

My heart is heavy as I utter, “The Ackley twins.” My tears flow uncontrollably, their salty trails reaching my lips. Cain’s voice breaks my thoughts, “Did they hurt you in the restaurant?” The anger in his voice echoes in the Jeep, making me shiver. I try to compose myself and lift my head from Nate’s chest. I look at Cain through bleary eyes and break down in sobs again. The memories of what happened flooded my mind, making it hard to speak. Cain’s concern is palpable as he presses, “What did they do to you, Tessie?”

I notice my voice trembling as I try to speak, struggling to form the words. “Two years ago. They...They…” I hesitate, feeling a lump form in my throat. Suddenly, Mike’s arms are around me, holding me tightly. I bury my face in his chest, grateful for his support. His voice is barely above a whisper as he pleads with me. “Please don’t say what I think you’re about to say.”

“They…ra…ra…” I stutter, choking back sobs as I cling to Mike’s chest.

“They raped you, didn’t they?” Cain seethes, his voice thick with anger.

I raise my head, breaking away from Mike’s comfort, and nod in agreement. This triggers Cain, who clenches his fist in anger and demands to know what happened. His sudden outburst alarms Nate, who barks at him not to ask that, but Cain’s need for answers outweighs any concern for his own composure. “I NEED TO KNOW!” he shouts back, his voice laced with fury.

Nate’s gentle voice soothes me as he holds my face in his hands, his eyes filled with concern. “It’s okay, baby. You don’t need to say anything more if you don’t want to,” he reassures me, offering comfort and understanding in his words and touch.

I had been carrying a secret for a long time, but knew it was time to let it out. I gather my courage and recount the horrifying incident involving the notorious Ackley twins. I describe in detail their malicious actions–how they forced vodka down my throat, raped me, hurt me, and then washing me with bleach to get rid of any evidence. The memory of that night still haunts me, but I know that sharing it is the first step towards healing.

Cain cracks his knuckles in anger, steps out of the car, and delivers a forceful punch to the side of the vehicle, producing a loud thud.

Tears stream down my face. “I’m sorry,” I wail.

Cain gets back in the car and slams the door shut. His face is tense as he grips the steering wheel tightly. His breathing is heavy and he lets out a frustrated grunt. Mike reaches out and takes my hand, trying to comfort me. He speaks softly, “It’s not your fault. Don’t ever blame yourself, Tessie.”

I break down into tears and plead, “Can we please go home?” I say, my voice quivering with emotion. Nate’s face softens with concern as he gently responds, “Of course, baby. Let’s get you home.”

I feel an overwhelming sense of safety. I never imagined I would ever reveal what had happened with the Ackley twins to anyone, but in that moment, I found myself opening up to them. It was as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I know they would never let anything like that happen to me again.

I am feeling an intense anger surge. It feels like a volcano of emotions is bubbling inside me and I have a strong urge to hurt anyone and everyone to let out all the frustration. I was acquainted with the Ackley twins. Their parents are wealthy and own a considerable portion of the area. However, the twins are known to be entitled and arrogant, often taking advantage of their privileged status. Several girls had come forward with allegations against them, but the charges were always dropped before they ever reached the courtroom. Either they were paid off or would end up mysteriously killing themselves.

However, this time, they hurt my princess.

This time, they pay.

I walk into Tessie’s room and find Mike cradling her in his arms while she is fast asleep. Seeing me, Mike nods his head and I nod back in acknowledgment. Quietly, I exit the room, careful not to make any noise that might disturb Tessie. I begin to look around for Nate, but he is nowhere to be seen. It’s only after a few moments that I catch sight of him outside, smoking a cigarette. Stepping out of the house, I close the front door behind me. I approach him and watch as he paces back and forth, dragging on his cigarette with an air of determination. “I wanna kill them, Cain,” he says, his voice low and filled with intensity.

I reach out and firmly grasp his shoulders, halting his restless pacing. His hand loosely holds the cigarette. I take from him and bring to my lips. It’s been years since I last smoked, but the familiarity of the sensation hits me all at once. I exhale the smoke with ease, feeling its warmth in my chest. With a deep voice, I say, “We will kill them. Tonight.”

I pass the cigarette back to him and he eagerly takes another drag, his eyes closing in blissful satisfaction. With a nod of his head, he conveys his agreement.

I slowly awaken from my sleep and feel a tapping on my shoulder. The sound of Mike’s voice breaks through the haze of my slumber. I open my eyes to find him standing beside the bed, dressed entirely in black. In his hands, he holds two skull masks. “We have one final surprise for your birthday, Tessie,” he says with a warm smile, extending his hand to help me sit up. I rub the sleep from my eyes and look at him curiously, wondering what this surprise could be.

Mike helps me slowly get out of the bed. He tells me that I need to wear all black and proceeds to help me change my clothes while putting some boots on. I’m still feeling sleepy and disoriented, struggling to make sense of what’s going on. We make our way to Cain’s Jeep. I inquire about the whereabouts of Cain and Nate, but Mike doesn’t provide a direct answer. Instead, he hints that I will discover their location soon enough. He hands me the skull mask and I take a moment to scrutinize it. It has a pair of menacing, wide-open eye holes that seem to peer into one’s soul. Its perfectly molded teeth, sharply defined and arranged in a sinister grin, complete the eerie effect. I try to make sense of what’s happening.

We venture down winding, country back roads, the car kicking up dust as we follow a dirt path deep into the heart of the forest. The moonlight casts an eerie glow over the trees, illuminating our way. Usually, I would feel terrified, but with Mike by my side, I feel safe and reassured.

Mike’s voice trembles as he speaks. “Now listen, don’t be scared. When we turn this corner, you might see something you don’t like. Tell me if you want me to drive away and we will leave.”

I feel a knot in my stomach and my palms start to sweat. I hold onto the car door handle tight, bracing myself for what’s to come. Suddenly, Mike puts on the skull mask. “Put the mask on,” he says, his voice muffled by the mask. My heart races as I put on the mask, not knowing what to expect around the corner.

We make the turn and the headlights of our Jeep illuminate what lies ahead, revealing a scene obscured by the dense trees. My eyes focus on the Ackley twins, who have been bound, gagged, and left on the ground with their faces bloodied. Standing alongside them are two individuals dressed entirely in black, their faces concealed by skull masks. I try to make sense of what is happening before me.

I can’t help but feel apprehensive. I ask Mike, “Is that Cain and Nate?” He reassures me, saying, “Yes. You have nothing to worry about. Remember to tell me if you want to leave,” he says, emphasizing his concern for my safety. We pull up to Cain and Nate as one of them steps forward to open the car door. As soon as he addresses me as princess, I know it is Cain. He holds out his hand, saying, “The final present for my princess.”

The bright headlights illuminate the scene, revealing the Ackley twins kneeling on the ground with their eyes covered and hands tied together with rope. However, what catches my attention is the sight of two deep holes dug right behind them. I can tell they have already been beaten; their blood paints every surface of their skin.

Cain takes my hand and leads me toward a tree. On the ground lies a soft blanket adorned with an array of interesting tools. My eyes scan the objects, spotting a sharp-edged ax, a shiny knife that gleams in the light, a gun, a trusty screwdriver, and many other items. Each item seems to hint at a different purpose.

Cain leans in and whispers in my ear, “You get to choose how they die.” I feel my heart race and I gulp nervously. I turn to him and stutter, “I won’t let you do this for me.” My voice trembles as I speak. Nate places his hand on my back and says, “It’s a birthday gift.”

Standing there, my heart racing with anticipation. I hear the faint sound of crying coming from

the direction of the Ackley twins. In front of me stand the trio, their faces completely obscured by eerie skull masks. I can’t believe they are willing to go through with this for my sake. The gravity of the situation hits me like a ton of bricks. I feel both grateful and terrified at the same time.

Mike reassures, “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to take you away before they are killed. But if you want to watch them die, we can stay.” Nate, however, firmly interjects, “No, no. You will take her away.”

The moon casts a pale glow on the tools spread out on the blanket. I lean down to pick up the knife; its blade gleams in the dim light. I hand it to Cain, he gives a low growl of approval.

“Make it painful,” I say, my vision blurring with tears. It’s not the twins that I’m crying for, but the anguish they have inflicted upon me. The pain they caused was unbearable.

I hear a sinister chuckle escape the trio’s lips. Cain whispers, “That’s my girl,” in a low, menacing voice, making my heart skip a beat.

One of the Ackley twins remarkably manages to free themselves from the tight gag wrapped around their mouth. His voice dripping with contempt, he shouts out at us, “You are nothing but a bunch of pussies. You won’t do shit. Do you even have the slightest idea of who we are?”

Nate rolls up his sleeves and approaches him. Under his breath, he mutters, “Yeah. You’re rapists. Now shut the fuck up.” He throws a punch at him, landing a blow straight to his face. He proceeds to put the gag back into the twin’s mouth.

I feel a sense of apprehension creep up on me. Shaking my head, I try to refuse their offer. “You can’t do this for me,” I say, hoping to dissuade them. But Nate cuts me off, his voice firm and unyielding. “You don’t have a choice,” he declares. “We are doing it whether you like it or not.” His words hang in the air.

Feeling a mix of emotions, Mike suddenly speaks up and grabs my hand. “If anything, we are doing the world a favor by getting rid of two assholes who have raped other girls, not just you,” he says with a determined yet solemn expression on his face.

Cain speaks up, his tone serious. “They have raped other girls,” he says, his voice lowering, “but what’s worse is that before the case could even go to court, the charges are dropped and they get away with it,” Cain explains.

I shift my gaze towards the twins, but I don’t feel any sympathy for them. I turn my head back to the trio and let out a blunt “Ok...” before adding, “Just be careful…I think it’s time for us to leave now, Mike.”

Cain cracks his neck and a deep and sinister chuckle emanates from his throat. Mike’s reassuring grip on my hand comforts me as he helps me into the Jeep and heads to the driver’s side. We take off the skull masks and drive down the bumpy, dirt track. Mike’s hand tightly grips my thigh. His voice oozes with confidence as he assures me, “It’s ok...They’re only getting what they deserve.” My nervousness takes over as I ask, “Will Cain and Nate be ok?” Mike chuckles and responds, “It’s not their first rodeo.”

Driving through the dense forest, thunder echoes in the distance. Suddenly, I feel an inexplicable urge deep inside me. Gasping for breath, I blurt out, “Stop. Turn around. Go back.” But Mike disagrees, “No, Tessie, we can’t stop it. It’ll be too late.” I clarify, “I don’t want to stop it. I want to watch.” Mike brings the car to a stop. He leans over and places his hand on the back of my headrest. “Are you absolutely sure about this?” he asks, his eyes glistening with concern.

My heart races. I take a deep breath and nod my head in agreement. Mike swiftly turns the car around and we begin to drive back toward Cain and Nate’s location. I can feel my hands trembling with nervousness, but my desire to witness the twins’ deaths overpowers my fear. Deep down, I know I need to see it, no matter how scared I am.

Mike and I put our skull masks back on and drive up to Cain and Nate. To my horror, I notice that one of the twins is missing. I look around and I can see Cain and Nate’s skull masks covered in blood. Before I can even get out of the car, Nate runs up to us and slams the door shut. “Get her out of here, now!” he shouts.

“She wants to watch,” Mike protests, hanging out his window. But Nate is adamant. “She’s not seeing this!” he shouts.

I peer out of the open window. “I need to see them die,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. Suddenly, Nate opens the car door. He looks at me with a mix of concern and understanding. “I promised you that you would never see death again,” he says gently, his words piercing through the silence.

I swiftly step out of the car and my ears pick up the sound of the one twin crying. I notice Cain standing beside him, holding the knife.

I cannot help but ask, “Where is the other twin?” Without a word, he takes my hand and leads me towards one of the holes in the ground. I lean over and catch a glimpse of the other twin’s dead body. Suddenly, the strong, pungent aroma of vodka and bleach overwhelms me, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.

Cain approaches with the knife and a bottle of vodka in his hands. His voice is devoid of emotion as he utters, “We are just doing what they did to you, princess.” We make our way towards the second twin. The scene is tense and unsettling.

Nate’s voice is barely audible as he whispers in my ear, “If you want to leave, just say the word, baby.” The sound of thunder steadily increases, growing louder and closer with each passing moment. The air is thick with the fragrance of rain, teasing us with the promise of its imminent arrival.

I look at the twin kneeling on the ground and I can tell it is Porter from the tattoo on his neck. Mike grabs his hair, pulls his head back, and spits on him. Cain joins in, holding the sharp blade to Porter’s throat. Nate takes the bottle of vodka from Cain and opens it.

Mike removes Porter’s gag, but as soon as he does, Porter gasps and cries, “Please, stop!” His voice is weak and trembling.

Nate chuckles darkly. “You don’t seem to understand the meaning of the word stop or no, do you?” he sneers, his tone dripping with malice.

Mike pinches Porter’s nose so he has to open his mouth to breathe. Nate lifts a bottle of vodka and begins pouring it down Porter’s throat as if it were water. He lets out exaggerated gagging noises.

I watch the trio standing there around Porter, the holes in their skull masks revealing a menacing glint in their eyes.

Cain turns his head towards me and gives a quick nod. He swiftly removes the blade from Porter’s throat. He leans down, his hand reaching for a nearby bottle of bleach with urgency.

Porter’s eyes fall on the bottle of bleach and his voice erupts into a piercing scream, filling with desperation and fear. His words are broken, almost incoherent, as he pleads desperately, “No! NO! PLEASE!” The sound of his voice echoes through the forest, carrying with it the weight of his terror.

“Beg all you want, buddy. You are going to die just like your brother. The difference is he didn’t know what was coming. You do...” Mike explains in a deep, jarring voice.

Thunder rolls in more quickly, drowning out Porter’s screams. I glance between the trees; flashes of lightning illuminate the distant trees, casting an eerie glow over the surrounding landscape.

Cain reaches out and hands Nate the bottle of bleach. He drops the vodka bottle, takes the bleach, and starts pouring the bleach all over Porter’s face. A sudden piercing scream escapes from Porter’s mouth as he struggles.

The smell of strong bleach hits my nostrils, making me want to gag.

Cain holds the blade against Porter’s throat again. “Bleach to clean evidence, right…?” he whispers with a hiss in his voice.

Nate positions the bleach bottle over Porter’s open mouth and slowly starts pouring the bleach. Mike stands behind Porter and holds his head still to avoid any spillage. Nate raises his voice and commands, “DRINK THE BLEACH, ASSHOLE!” he shouts.

Porter’s cries echo through the air, accompanied by a gurgle that chills me to the bone. His eyes, wide with fear, now roll back into his head, the whites stark against the backdrop of his pale, lifeless face.

In the tense silence that follows, Nate takes a step back. Without hesitation, Cain steps forward, his movements calculated and precise, a steady hand reaching for the blade at his side.

In one swift motion, Cain’s hand moves with lethal intent, the blade slicing through Porter’s throat with swift precision—crimson-red blood spills from the wound.

The metallic scent of blood hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid stench of bleach and the musty odor of damp earth.

A heavy silence descends upon us, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves in the wind.

Mike swiftly releases his grip on Porter’s head and forcefully pushes his body down with all his might. Porter’s body falls into the dug hole. Mike lifts his mask and spits down at his body.

Nate drops the bleach bottle and rushes towards me with open arms. Without a word, he tightly embraces me, holding me close to his chest. “It’s over, baby,” he whispers softly in my ear. Despite his comforting words, no tears in my eyes or emotions stir inside me. It’s as if I am a void with no feelings to express.

I just witnessed death once again. I should feel scared, traumatized, and overwhelmed with emotions, but strangely, I feel nothing. It’s as if my mind has shut down and I’m unable to process what I saw. The world around me seems to have lost its colors and I feel numb as if I’m watching everything from behind a thick glass.

My heart begins to race as the trio surrounds me. Each one of them is in a black shirt, sleeves rolled up, with blood splatters all over them. The sight of their skull masks never fails to stir something deep within me. Perhaps it’s the sense of danger they exude, their unwavering loyalty towards me also leaves me feeling invigorated and empowered. Knowing they are willing to go to any lengths to protect and serve me is a feeling unlike any other. In a sudden move, I take off my mask and toss it to the ground, feeling a mix of fear, anger, and confusion. I can’t quite put my finger on what I’m feeling, but I know I need to feel something.

The sound of raindrops falling on the leaves filled my ears. The gentle pitter-patter of raindrops slowly turns into a fierce downpour and the thunder adds to the natural symphony. Feeling a bit lost in my thoughts, I mutter to myself, “I need to feel something.” Suddenly, I feel a pair of hands on my shoulders. It’s Cain. He asks me with concern, “What do you want?” My heart is racing and I blurt out, “I want you three to fuck me like you did earlier before we went to the restaurant.” As soon as I say this, the rain starts pouring down even harder, the drops falling between the trees seem to form a veil around us. The thunder grows louder, but I don’t care. All I want is to feel alive again.

Nate’s voice sounds concerned as he speaks to me, “Baby, you’ve just seen something horrible. You don’t know what you want. It’s a shock.” But I can’t focus on his words. I see Cain, his eyes peering from behind his skull mask. I mumble in response, “No. It’s not shock. I need you three.” Cain’s attention fixes on me and he leans in, asking in a soft voice, “Are you sure, princess?”

“Please…” I beg, my breaths coming in short gasps as I look up at Cain with desperation in my eyes. Without a moment’s hesitation, he scoops me up. His strong arms encircling my waist as my legs lock around his hips. I feel the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins as he presses me up against the rough bark of a nearby tree, the wetness of the wood sending shivers down my spine.

Cain slowly lifts his mask, revealing his face. He rests the mask on top of his head and begins to kiss my neck. The sensation of his lips on my skin makes me moan, making me feel both nervous and excited at the same time.

Cain whispers in my ear and I can feel his warm breath on my skin. He seems concerned and asks, “Princess, are you sure you want this right now after what happened?” I nod my head in response, letting him know that I want to go through with it. He gently sets me down on my feet and takes my hand in his, leading me towards a nearby blanket where the necessary tools are laid out. Nate picks up the tools and heads towards the Jeep. I can hear raindrops hitting the leaves above us. The trees provide us with a much-needed shelter, preventing the rain from pouring down on us. The storm intensifies and the thunderous roar echoes through the forest. Occasional flashes of lightning light up the surroundings, making everything visible for a few brief moments. Mike turns on some loud music from the car and Sleep Token’s The Summoning fills the air, adding to the already intense atmosphere.

We all gather on the blanket. Cain poses a question, “Who do you want inside your ass?” I shift my gaze towards Mike and give him a subtle nod of approval. Cain follows up with another question, “Ok. Who do you want fucking your pussy?” I smile at him. “That leaves Nate in that pretty mouth,” he concludes after a brief pause, swiping his finger over my lips.

I feel Cain’s lips on mine. He leans in and whispers, “You’re such a dirty girl.” I can’t help but feel a rush of excitement at his words.

“I think the masks are what does it for me,” I whisper with a chuckle.

Mike helps me out of my clothes. A sudden gust of cold wind envelops me, making me shiver involuntarily.

Nate snaps his fingers to the ground. I immediately drop down to my hands and knees. Mike steps around me and positions himself behind me.

Mike leans closer towards my ass and I feel his breath. I look back and notice that his mask is positioned upwards and resting on the top of his head. I watch as he spits on my asshole and proceeds to lick it.

Mike savors the taste of me, his tongue swirling around like a curious serpent exploring its prey. The wetness of his tongue leaves a trail of saliva. I feel it dripping down.

“She tastes so damn good…” Mike rasps before going back to licking.

As the thunder claps, my body involuntarily jolts a little, but it doesn’t matter because I am entirely immersed in the feeling of Mike eating my asshole.

“I think that tight hole is wet enough now,” Mike states.

I watch the trio shed their clothes and ensure their eerie skull masks are in place, as if preparing for a ceremonial ritual.

Everyone takes their positions. Raindrops manage to penetrate through the dense foliage, splattering on our skin. The sound of the thunder and the music is deafening, creating a cacophony of noise that echoes throughout the surroundings.

I straddle Cain. With trembling hands, I guide him to my pussy. He thrusts upwards, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. His cock fills me, stretching me to my limits.

“Cain…” I moan.

My body bounces with each of Cain’s hard thrusts into my pussy, the rhythmic clapping of his thighs against my ass adding to the intensity.

I glance back and see Mike holding his stiff cock in his hand. Without delay, I lean forward. I feel his spit on my asshole.

The tip of his cock enters and I dig my fingernails into Cain’s shoulder.

“Fuck. I can’t. I can’t,” I cry out.

“Look at me…” Cain demands.

My eyes roll and I throw my head back from the sensation.

“Look at me!”

He squeezes my chin, bringing my face forward. I manage to open my eyes.

“Keep your fucking eyes on me,” Cain commands.

I gaze at the skull mask. My eyes are drawn to the empty eye sockets. I can’t help but feel a sense of unease as I meet his dark, piercing gaze. Mike pushes deeper into my asshole.

Cain and Mike start thrusting back and forth at the same time. Nate stands there watching for a moment, taking in the sight.

“I think it turns her on,” Nate states, stroking my head, “when we kill for her.”

Cain lets out a deep chuckle and reaches towards my throat. His hand hovers just above my skin, teasing me with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Does it, princess? Does it turn you on?” he asks, thrusting hard with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Them killing people doesn’t turn me on. What turns me on is their unwavering loyalty and the masks. They look so fucking hot in the skull masks.

Cain’s hand closes around my throat, his grip firm yet somehow gentle. The sensation is intoxicating, rendering me speechless as I surrender to the overwhelming ecstasy coursing through me.

The haunting melody of The Summoning fills the air, its ethereal notes weaving a spellbinding tapestry around us. Our bodies begin to move in perfect harmony with the rhythm. Each lightning strike illuminates the forest with a fleeting brilliance, casting eerie shadows that dance across our entwined forms.

It feels as though we’re engaged in some ancient, forbidden ritual. The atmosphere crackles with electricity, charged with an intensity that leaves me breathless with anticipation.

Nate positions himself in front of me, his touch feather-light yet commanding as he guides me with a gentle hand. I part my lips eagerly as he offers himself to me, his cock sliding smoothly into my mouth. He starts moving his hips back and forth.

Meanwhile, Cain’s grip remains unyielding around my throat, a constant reminder of his dominance and my submission. His touch is both possessive and tender, grounding me in the present moment even as my senses reel with pleasure.

The torrential downpour pelts us relentlessly, soaking us to the bone. The storm only intensifies the experience, heightening our senses and amplifying the raw energy that pulses between us. With each flash of lightning, our soaked bodies are briefly illuminated.

But at this moment, surrounded by the thunderous roar of the storm, I feel truly alive. Every sensation is heightened, every touch electrifying as we surrender ourselves to each other.

“Baby…” Nate pants.

I let out a whimper on his stiff cock and look up at him. He runs his fingers through his drenched hair. The raindrops cascade down his toned, chiseled abs, highlighting every curve and crevice.

“Let’s fucking destroy her,” Mike taunts thrusting back and forth.

As the tempo of their movements escalates, their bodies collide with a frenzied urgency. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and desire.

With every breath, the air feels heavy. My chest rises and falls in sync with the rapid rhythm, each inhalation a desperate gasp for air that leaves me feeling light-headed and dizzy.

Despite the overwhelming sensation of lightheadedness that threatens to overwhelm me, I feel a wave of euphoria wash over me.

My breasts bounce with the force of their movements, each jolt sending waves of pleasure cascading through me. My pussy clenches around Cain’s cock. I eagerly take everything they give, surrendering myself completely. My heart is thumping in my chest.

I fist the base of Nate’s cock and he moves faster in my mouth as I gag on him.

The trio do all the work as they fuck me. I feel an orgasm building up. I have never had an orgasm through just penetration. I close my eyes as I feel myself sweating.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m coming!” Mike exclaims.

“Me too...mmm,” Nate says, out of breath.

As the climax washes over us like a tidal wave, my body convulses with pleasure. I surrender to the overwhelming sensation of an orgasm.

I feel Nate’s cock pulsating in my mouth. I swallow eagerly, savoring the taste of him on my tongue.

“We’re so lucky to have you, princess,” Cain gasps as he fills me with his cum.

The rain pours down on our bodies, drenching us. It washes away the remnants of our sins, leaving us feeling cleansed. My hair hangs heavy and wet, plastered against my face, tangled strands that obscure my vision.

The roar of thunder reverberates through the air, shaking the very ground beneath us. Our chests heave with exertion, each breath a struggle against the weight of the storm surrounding us.

I slowly openmy eyes and realize it’s still dark outside. Disoriented, I try to make sense of my surroundings and soon realize I’m in Cain’s room. I don’t remember how or why I ended up here since I went to sleep in Mike’s bed. I feel cold, so I grab a throw and wrap it around myself, seeking comfort. I step out of the bedroom and try to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake anyone up. I walk around the house, observing my surroundings and trying to get my bearings. I suddenly feel thirsty and head to the kitchen for a glass of water. As I pour the water, I glance out the window and notice someone sitting outside on a garden chair, smoking in the darkness. Feeling slightly startled, I slowly approach the front door and whisper, “Nate?” hoping it’s him and not some stranger lurking outside.

Cain speaks up after taking a drag of his cigarette, his voice deep and husky. I can’t help but feel a bit taken aback as I watch him exhale a cloud of smoke. “You smoke?” I ask, feeling confused as I tighten the throw around my shoulders. “I haven’t in five years. Until tonight,” he replies, his eyes gazing off into the distance. I shake my head in disapproval. He takes one final drag of the cigarette before tossing it to the ground, crushing it with the sole of his shoe. He motions for me to come over and sit on his lap.

The moonlight shines bright, reflecting off the windows. Cain has one hand behind my back and another one on my lap.

With a sly grin spreading across my face, I remark, “What we got up to in the forest was pretty surreal, don’t you think?”

“What, the murdering or the fucking the daylights out of you in a thunderstorm?”

I scoff.

“The sex. It felt like some kind of ritual...”

“That’s how my princess deserves to be fucked. Like you’re being worshiped in a ritual.”

My pussy flutters as I bite my bottom lip and smile.

“Why did I wake up in your room?” I ask him, hoping for an explanation. Cain raises an eyebrow at me and I can see the hesitation in his eyes. He takes a deep breath before speaking, “Truthfully?” I nod, eager to know the reason. “Some nights, I find it hard to sleep without you. So I bring you to my room and before you wake up, I take you back to your bed,” he confesses, his voice soft and low. As he reveals his true intentions, my heart melts and I see a side of him that I never knew existed.

I lean in and plant a gentle kiss on his cheek. In a deep voice, he quickly adjusts his body and speaks, “I’m not a softie, alright? I’m not your savior or your knight. You belong to me and no one else gets to lay a finger on you except Nate and Mike.” I can’t help but giggle at his words, his effort in trying to hide his soft side.

He roughly takes hold of my hair and jerks it backward, causing me to wince. He looks at me with annoyance. “Don’t you dare laugh at me,” he says in a low, menacing tone. “Remember who’s in charge here, princess. I’m the one who owns you.”

My voice fills with anger and frustration as I assert my independence. “You may think you have control over me, but I’m here with you by choice. Not because you’re forcing me to be.” The words come out as a hiss, laced with defiance and determination.

It’s difficult to understand him sometimes. He’s affectionate and warm at times, but other times, he appears very controlling and domineering. It’s almost like he has two different personalities.

He firmly grips my jaw with his other hand and forces me to look directly into his eyes.

“You might think it’s your choice. But you have no choice when it comes to us,” he says in a threatening tone, his words dripping with malice.

I furrow my eyebrows and mumble. “Yeah, well, I didn’t have a choice with the Ackley twins, either.”

Straight away, I knew I shouldn’t have said that. There was no way he, Nate, or Mike would be like the twins. Why did I say that?

His facial expression transforms into one of anger. His eyes narrow, and his lips tighten as he speaks through gritted teeth. “Don’t you ever fucking compare me to those monsters! I know I’m no saint, but I am not a fucking monster.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“I’d go to the ends of the Earth and back if it meant I could make you happy. No monster would fucking do that. Don’t ever forget that,” he whispers into my ear, his breath warm against my skin. I know without a doubt that he means every single syllable. Looking into his eyes, I can see his fierce determination and unwavering loyalty to me.

“I know. I’m sorry…I’m so sorry,” I sob with a tear running down my cheek.

He releases his firm grip on my trembling jaw. With tenderness in his eyes, he wipes away the tear that had escaped my eye with his index finger and then leans forward to plant a hard, lingering kiss on my lips.