Chapter Six
DUKE
The feeling of her hand wrapped around me is indescribable.
She shouldn't feel this good.
After everything this bitch did, her touch should repulse me. We’ve spent years rotting on this island because of her and her fucking lie.
The sight of her working Jaq over while Gus’s fingers fill her ass and cunt has me fighting back my release with everything I have.
Gus withdraws his fingers without warning and she falters.
Jaq doesn't allow it. His fist knots in her hair and he takes over, fucking her face with the kind of savagery that shows his hate.
The sight of him unhinged and unrestrained has her grip on me turning reflexively tighter and I clench my teeth against a groan.
The sounds she makes, the gagging, the choking, the desperate attempts to breathe are fucking perfection. She may be a virgin but the bitch has skills.
She was made for this shit.
If only her father could see his little princess now, servicing the needs of his fucking enemies.
Gus rocks back on his heels and frees himself, spits into his palm and uses it to slick himself up. I lean over her and part her ass cheeks for him, watching his eyes through the glass of his mask. The hunger there is ancient and specific. This isn't just want, it's a reckoning.
All of this is what she earned for her fucking lie!
“Fuck. Take Daddy’s cock like a good slut.
” Gus's voice fractures as he pushes forward.
she screams long and raw, her grip on me turning punishing.
I groan through clenched teeth. His eyes begin to roll back the deeper he goes and I understand it.
I want to be exactly where he is. I want to bury myself in her and not stop until she understands what two years of nothing feels like.
“Stop!” she screams.
Jaq catches her chin, tips her head until she has no choice but to look at him.
“Never,” he snarls.
“So tight.” Gus grinds the words out through locked teeth. She's trembling now, whimpering with every breath, but nothing she does will change what we have planned. This is her life now. Every part of her, open to us, whenever we want it.
“Spit in my hand.” Jaq's voice is flat and absolute. She obeys, and I watch him use it against her in the most degrading way he can manage as he smears it all over her face. Showing her, without words that she is beneath us, we are the kings and call the fucking shots.
She screams when Gus buries himself the rest of the way inside her little asshole. The sound shatters the night like broken glass and it’s fucking music to my ears.
I release her and pull back. Fist her hair instead and drag her head toward me. She doesn't wait to be told, she runs her nose along my length and moans before taking me into the back of her throat. The sound that escapes me is not dignified.
I want to fuck her face so hard it shatters.
She works between the two of us. Stroking and sucking, switching between us, every moan sending vibrations through me that make coherent thought impossible.
Destroying her is going to be the best fucking revenge for what she took from us. The lives she stole from us. We’re stuck here fighting for our freedom, trying to find a way off this fucking island.
Gus grips the back of her neck and pulls her upright until her spine is flush against his chest. I take in the sight of her—spit on her chin, eyes bright and glazed and furious with want—and something dark and triumphant unfurls in my chest.
“Get behind him.” Gus’s eyes cut to Jaq as he barks his command.
Jaq drops to his hands and knees. I bite back a groan, loving the way he submits instantly to his brother's demand. I settle behind him and line myself up, and the sound he makes when I push inside him, guttural, broken and all fucking mine.
“Who owns this?” I snarl as I draw back and slam forward.
“You,” he pants. “Always you.”
I'm mid-thrust when I catch Jaq lifting the edge of his mask and I freeze. He dips his head and puts his mouth on her pussy, and the scream she lets out rattles the walls of my restraint.
“Who do you belong to?” I snarl at her.
She tries to glare. The blissed out look in her eyes makes it impossible.
“Answer,” I say, “or I make them stop.”
Her eyes blow wide. Panic. Defiance. But I see the submission in those blue eyes, she is relishing the control we are wielding over her but doesn’t want to voice it.
“Holy—” Gus drives into her hard and the rest of her words dissolve.
“Answer or you don't come.” My voice drops to something that leaves no room for argument.
“You,” she screams. “I belong to you.”
The tension in her voice tells me everything. “Come,” I order. “Now.”
She fucking detonates.
The sound that tears out of her is raw, deep and carnal. I want every prisoner on this island to hear it. I want them all to know exactly who is making her scream like a filthy whore.
Tremors roll through her body.
Jaq and Gus’s sounds layer beneath mine like something composed. My grip on Jaq turns bruising as my own release coils tight and inevitable.
“Stop,” she begs. “Please, I can't—”
Jaq ignores her pathetic plea. She reaches down to push him away, Gus catches her wrist and locks her arms behind her back, holding her still, making her take every ounce of glorious torture we are inflicting on her body..
“Fill the slut up,” Gus grits out. Three thrusts later he's gone, roaring her name like a curse.
I pull out of Jaq and land a sharp slap to his plump ass. He takes the cue and shifts to the side so I can get beneath her. Gus watches, then reaches down and closes his hand around my cock, drawing a groan from me.
“You're ours,” he says. “Don't ever forget it.”
I grip the back of Gus’s neck and pull him in until our masks almost touch. “Never. You own me the same way I own you.”
The words move through me like a current as I pull free of his hold.
“Put my cock inside that cunt,” I snap.
She reaches between us with shaky hands.
The instant I’m in her grasp, I hiss through clenched teeth.
She lines me up but doesn’t get to go slowly.
Jaq grips her waist and slams her down, she screams in pleasure and clenches around me so hard I bite through the inside of my cheek to keep from following her over the edge immediately.
Her pussy convulses around me. It takes everything inside me to fight back my release and not bust a nut.
Jaq walks around her, then pushes her forward. This time she doesn't fight when he takes her from behind, she moans like a good little slut and pushes back against him.
“Yes,” she pants. “Make me come again. Fuck me like you mean it.”
Gus crouches beside us and wraps his hand around her throat, tilting her face toward him while we move beneath and behind her. Her chest flushes crimson. Her eyes glaze.
“Look at you taking their cocks,” he murmurs. “You crave this.”
The sound that escapes her is strangled and honest, and she hates herself for it. I can see it in the way shame and pleasure war across her face, neither one winning.
I want her to feel ashamed and used. She fucking deserves it.
My release builds with vicious speed. I reach down and pinch her clit and she screams—shock, anguish and ecstasy all at once. When the orgasm hits her, I follow without mercy, spilling into her with everything I have.
Marking her as ours.
Jaq takes four more thrusts. Then three more before he stops moving entirely and just holds himself there, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure before he finally stills.
Gus releases her throat. She gasps, a long, desperate drag of air. Her face is flushed a deep red, her whole body still rolling with aftershocks.
I look at her. The bruises from our grip. The dirt. The ruined, wrecked look of her.
And then I push her off me.
She hits the ground with a grunt.
Once the three of us are dressed we stand over her in silence. She has her knees drawn to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs, chin resting on them. The shame in her eyes is the closest thing to satisfaction I've felt in years.
I crouch down until I'm level with her face.
“Look at the great Cinder Charming, utterly ravished and used like a whore. Welcome to your hell, Cinder Soot.”
“Who are you?” she grits out through clenched teeth.
“One of your owners.” The word sits in the air between us like a boulder. “Every part of you is ours whenever we want it. Defy us and I will tie you to the back of the carriage and drag you around this island so every prisoner here knows exactly what happens to our property when it doesn't obey.”
Horror crosses her face. I release the chain on her collar, then stand and walk back toward the cabin without another word.
She won't run. The collar will see to that as she can’t pass the post without being shocked.