6. Dalton
SIX
Dalton
A s soon as the words leave my mouth, her eyes go wide and her body shivers in my hold. She knows my voice.
I recognized sweet Flora Barnette the moment we walked into the room, and I know exactly why she’s here. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why she asked for $60k. That’s exactly how much her father owes.
Why do I know that?
Because he owes it to us.
It’s my job to know everything about the people we loan money to, that's how I know Flora. I’m not going to lie, I’ve had a hard on for her since the first time I saw her picture. Her long blond hair, so silky. Her freckle-covered button nose, so fucking adorable. But what I love the most about her are her lips. Her plump, heart-shaped lips that were made to wrap around my cock.
That’s why I came to see her at the coffee shop where she works. I just wanted one look. Maybe sneak in an innocent touch. But that was never going to be enough.
From the first time I met her, I knew Flora would eventually be mine. I didn’t know it would be like this—and definitely not in Purgatory—but I knew.
Her father, Dave Barnette, is a gambler at heart and I had no issue exploiting that addiction. I never do. Or at least I didn’t until today. Knowing that she’s not getting paid a single penny for this is rubbing me the wrong way.
It bothers me that she only asks for the $60k. Why didn’t she ask for more? Doesn't she know how much she’s worth? I would’ve paid a million to feel her sweet cunt wrapped around me.
From the looks of it, I suspect my brothers would do the same. Only Drake is my twin, but Dean could be our triplet. We all have a deep connection. We can read each other easily and even with these masks, I can tell than my brothers want Flora more than any other girl we’ve been with. They’re all over her, like she’s fresh meat and they haven’t eaten in days.
Once they find out how sweet and innocent Flora really is, they’ll fall in love with her like I did.
“Move,” I growl at Drake. I reach for my mask and rip it from my face.
“What the fuck, dude?” Dean snaps.
“She recognized my voice,” I explain, looking down at Flora’s shocked face. “Isn’t that right, doll?”
Tears form at the corner of her large eyes as she nods.
I reach out to cradle her face, swiping the tear away with my thumb. “Don’t cry, Flora. Knowing who we are won’t change anything for right now. I actually like that you know who’s fucking you next.”
My brothers shrug and pull their masks off. There’s no reason for us to hide now. I’m not planning on letting her walk out of here alone. I’m taking our little doll home with us—where she belongs.
“Hold her for me,” I order my brothers. Drake moves away from between Flora’s legs and takes my spot instead. Dean remains where he is, but instead of just holding her down, he leans over and takes her nipple into his mouth.
She squirms beneath him, her wild eyes finding mine again as I settle between her legs with a smile on my face. I’m going to enjoy this very much. She will too, she just doesn’t know it yet.
I free my aching cock from my pants and fist the hard rod in my palm. Bringing it to her waiting pussy, I bury myself inside of her in one deep thrust. My brother’s cum acts as lube, making me slide in and out with ease.
“Fuck, you feel so good, doll,” I tell her between deep thrusts. “I know you’re sore, but you can take me, right? Tell me you can take what I give you.”
Flora hesitates but finally, the words pass her lips sweet. “I can take you.”
“Yes you can,” I agree, finding my rhythm.
I don’t think she can come again without the overstimulation being painful, so I don’t push her. But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy this together.
Reaching down, I use my fingers to pull her labia apart. Her engorged clit is red and swollen. Yeah, I won’t mess with it anymore.
Instead, I grab her thighs and continue to bury myself into her tight channel. Dean and Drake are both playing with her tits now, sucking on her nipples while drawing little sounds of pleasure from Flora’s lips.
She’s so tight and wet, it doesn’t take me long before my balls draw together, and I feel my orgasm approaching. “I’m going to come in your cunt. I want you to remember who’s cum is dripping out of you later.”
A few more thrusts and I’m catapulted over the edge. I spill ropes of cum into her, painting her walls with it. My fingers dig into her skin and I have to force myself to let go of her.
When I’m finally done coming, I pull out if her slowly, enjoying how our cum drips from her used holes.
“You did so well, Doll,” I praise as I meet her confused gaze.
Flora looks between me and my brothers as if she’s waiting for some direction. Now that she’s coming down from her pleasure high, fear has set into her eyes. She’s scared of us, knowing who we are. She doesn’t know yet she has no reason to fear us. I would never hurt my doll.
Drake and Dean let go of her, and tuck away their dicks before sitting down with their backs against the headboard.
“Can I go now?” Flora asks, her voice small and timid as she lays naked between us.
“No, our time isn’t up… but don’t worry, we’re done fucking,” I explain.
Relief washes over her face before she mutters, “Can I get dressed then?”
I shake my head. “Not yet. I like looking at your body.”
I tuck my own cock back into my pants and shrug out of my hoodie until I’m down to my t-shirt. Flora’s eyes scan my body, her gaze traveling over the many tattoos covering my arms and neck.
“Come here,” I order. “I want you to sit in my lap.”
Flora looks puzzled by my request, but sits up and crawls into my lap willingly. I wrap my arms around her, and she lets her head fall onto my shoulder.
“We’re going to have to have a talk before I let you walk out of this room,” I warn. She stiffens but doesn’t say a word.
Dean raises his eyebrows at me and Drake looks confused. I probably should’ve talked to them first, but I can’t help it. I want her so bad. I hope they’ll just be on board with it.
“I know you know who we are, and you’ve probably heard all kinds of stories about us. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“I’m not going to lie, some of those things are true, but I can promise you one thing: you never have to fear us. My brothers and I would never hurt you.”
“What about my father? Would you hurt him?” Her voice is shaking, but I’m proud of her for asking anyways.
“That would hurt you, wouldn’t it?” I ask.
“Of course.”
“Then we won’t touch him, no matter how much money he owes us.”
“He doesn’t owe you any more money. Not after tonight,” she quips, trying to sit up, but I hold her tightly so she has to keep laying on me.
“That money is yours, you don’t have to give it back,” I explain.
“But—”
“No buts. You deserve that money.”
“You were such a good girl for us,” Dean chimes in.
“I don’t want the money,” Flora mumbles.
“Why not? You earned it,” Drake tells her.
“To pay my father’s debt,” she explains. “I would have never taken money for sex for any other reason. I’m not taking the money; it’s yours anyways.
“It doesn’t matter,” I interject. “You won’t be needing cash after tonight. You already have anything you could need, or want.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” she questions, yet again trying to wiggle out of my hold. I simply tighten my arms around her so she can’t move.
“You’re not going back to your father’s house,” I explain. “You’re coming with us.”
“What? Why?” she asks, panic in her voice.
“You’re going to live with us from now on. In our penthouse. You’ll have a room there… or you can sleep with one of us if you wish.”
“You’re insane.”
“Maybe, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re coming home with us. You belong to us now. We’ll take care of you from now on. You’ll never have to worry about money or anything else ever again. Whatever you need or want, it’s yours.”
“I want to leave.”
“That’s the only thing I can’t give you. You ours now, Flora.”
Now and forever.
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