20. Willow
20
WILLOW
“ O h my God, what happened?” I shriek, running towards the elevator where Cast stands covered in blood, Damien has busted knuckles and Vincent looks perfectly tailored with a distant look in his eye.
My hands cup Cast’s face, but he just grabs my hands with his. Damien walks past us and drones, “Don’t worry, it’s not his blood.”
I recoil, moving Cast’s face from side to side. “Whose blood is this?”
“Don’t worry about it, Princess.” Vincent whispers, moving my hair and kissing the curve of my neck but my eyes stay locked on Cast, who stares at me with crazed eyes full of adrenaline and lust.
“We’re a big happy family again,” Cast’s voice is low as he whispers, dripping with a mix of mockery and something darker that makes my stomach twist even as my body betrays me, heating up at the sound of it.
“Isn’t that what you wanted, Willow?” I drop my hands and take a step back but he follows me. “Your three guys to be best friends again?”
My body lights up like fire, because if Cast is saying he killed someone for me, for us, that is the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me.
“Cast,” I whisper. “What did you do?”
"You should be thanking me," he murmurs, tilting my head up to meet his eyes. His gaze watches me like he can see every flicker of emotion crossing my face. "I did what needed to be done. What you wanted done."
I shouldn't be reacting like this. My stomach should be twisting with disgust, with horror. Instead, my pulse pounds in my ears, my body betraying me as heat curls low in my gut.
"Say it," he urges, his lips barely moving. "Say you're grateful, Willow."
I shake my head, stepping back again, but there's nowhere to go. The couch is at my back, and Cast presses forward, caging me in with both hands on either side of my hips. His dark eyes flick down to my lips, and my breath stutters.
"I'm not scared of you," I whisper, my voice defiant even as it shakes.
His lips twitch. "I know, that’s one of the reasons I am obsessed with you, Carina. You are everything you shouldn’t be.”
“Why do you think I call her Trouble?” Damien teases, leaning over the opposite side of the couch on my left and whispering in my ear .
“Damien, what did you guys do?” I shake, my eyes locked on the moss green hue of Cast’s eyes.
"You like this, don’t you?" His voice is nothing but a rasp now, taunting, amused. "Knowing I’d do anything for you. That I already have."
His fingers skim my waist, and I shudder. Every part of me is on fire.
I exhale sharply. "You’re insane."
"And you," he breathes, leaning in so close I can feel his words against my lips, " love it. "
Vincent steps closer and leans over the couch on my right side, his hand tangling in my hair, yanking my head back sharply. “You know, it’s been too long since you’ve crawled for us,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear. The words send a shiver down my spine, and I can feel the heat pooling between my thighs despite the fear clawing at the edges of my mind.
Cast steps back looking down at the way I twist my thighs and pull my shoulders forward to make myself smaller under his gaze.
“Go on,” Damien adds, his voice smooth and commanding. “Show us how much you’ve missed us.”
I obey without hesitation. My knees hit the floor almost automatically, the hard surface biting into my skin as I lower myself onto all fours. I begin to crawl, their eyes burning into me like brands. The room is silent except for the sound of my own sharp breaths and the occasional drip of blood from Cast’s fingertips onto the floor as he unbuttons his shirt.
His bloody hands reach for me as I move toward him, and I flinch when he touches my face, smearing a streak of red across my cheek. “Look at you,” he murmurs, a twisted smile playing on his lips. “Our little pet, always so eager to please.”
I didn’t respond, can’t respond, not with Vincent and Damien both undressed to their boxers circling me like wolves. Damien’s hand trails down my back, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my satin pink sleep shorts and tugging it down roughly. I felt the cool air hit my bare skin, and I bite my lip to stifle the whimper that threatens to escape.
“Good girl,” Damien groans, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You always look so pretty on your knees, don’t you?”
I don’t answer, not that it matters. Cast’s hand is back in my hair, guiding—no, forcing—me to crawl forward. Vincent’s voice is a low growl, “ Faster, Willow. Show us how much you want this.”
I obey, crawling faster, my breath coming in shallow gasps. My palms scrape against the floor, and my knees ache, but I don’t stop. I can’t. Not with them watching, not with their desire pressing down on me like a weight.
“Damn Princess. Cast, you trained her well.” Vincent purrs.
“Didn’t I?” Cast says with fondness and pride laced in his words.
I feel Cast kneel right behind me, his fingertips playing with my clit. The dual sensations are overwhelming—Vincent’s cock filling my mouth, Cast’s fingers teasing my most sensitive spots. I’m already dripping, my body betraying my mind, aching for more. Vincent’s thrusts grow harder, deeper, and I gag slightly, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. But I don’t stop. I can’t. I need this. I need them .
Cast’s fingers press harder, and I moan around Vincent’s cock, the vibrations making him groan above me. “Fuck, Willow,” Vincent growls, his voice ragged. “You take it so well.”
I can feel Damien’s kneel behind me, his cock immediately pressing against my entrance, the tip teasing me, and I arch my back, desperate for him to fill me. But he doesn’t. Not yet. He’s torturing me, making me wait, and it’s driving me insane.
“Please,” I beg, my voice muffled by Vincent’s cock. “Please, Damien.”
He chuckles darkly, his breath hot against my neck. “What do you want, Willow? Tell me.”
I pull my mouth away from Vincent just long enough to gasp, “I want you to fuck me. Please, I need you.”
Damien smirks, and I can feel the tip of his cock pressing harder against me. “Since you asked so nicely…”
He thrusts into me, and I cry out, the sensation overwhelming. He’s big, stretching me in the most delicious way, and I can’t help but moan as he begins to move, his hips slamming against mine. Vincent grabs my hair again, forcing my mouth back onto his cock, and I suck him greedily, my body writhing between them.
Cast kneels down next to me, his lips against my ear. “Carina, tonight I am going to fuck that tight little ass of yours.”
My heart rate increases as Vincent moans and Damien pulls me back against him. And fuck, Damien’s thrusts are rough, each one driving me further into Vincent, and I can feel the tension building in my body, my senses overwhelming me by the sheer intensity of it all .
Cast watches from the sidelines, his bloodied hands trailing up my stomach as he cups my boob in his hand. “Look at her,” he says, rolling my nipple between two of his fingers, making me buck against Damien. “She can’t get enough of it.”
Vincent pulls out of my mouth, his grip on my hair forcing me to look up at him. “That’s right, isn’t it, baby?” he says, his voice rough with need. “You love it when we use you like this.”
I nod, my body trembling as Damien continues to fuck me from behind. “Yes,” I gasp, my voice barely audible as I catch my breath. “I love it. I love you.”
Vincent’s eyes darken at my words, and he grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Say it again,” he demands, his voice sharp.
“I love you,” I repeat, my voice breaking as Damien’s thrusts become more erratic, his grip on my hips tightening. Cast yanks my matching satin shirt over my head exposing my breasts, with a hum of appreciation on his lips.
“Good girl,” Vincent growls, his cock slapping against my cheek before he pushes back into my mouth, fucking me harder than before.
The pressure builds inside me, the coil of pleasure tightening with every thrust, every word, every touch. Cast’s bloodied hand pulls my nipples sharply, giving me the pain that I fucking crave. He leans down to whisper in my ear. “You’re going to take all of us, aren’t you, Willow? You’re going to let us fill you up, make you ours.”
I moan around Vincent’s cock, the sound vibrating through me. I can feel it, the edge of my climax just within reach, and I reach for it desperately, my body trembling with the effort. But right when I think I am going to reach my peak, Vincent pulls out of my mouth with a groan.
“You almost made me cum, Willow.” Vincent clicks his tongue in disappointment. “Naughty girl.”
Damien doesn't stop, his thrusts become more frantic, his cock hitting that spot that makes me see stars. “Fuck Willow,” Damien groans as he cums. His cock buried deep inside me, his warmth flooding my body.
Damien pulls out of me slowly, his release already slipping down my legs, but he doesn’t let it go too far, scooping his cum up and pushing it back inside of my pussy. “Don’t let it spill, Willow,” Damien growls, his voice dark and demanding.
“You’re going to keep all of us inside of you, aren’t you Princess?” Vincent says almost tenderly as he rubs his cock near my lips.
Without thinking, I lick my lips and nod in agreement.
“Use your words, Trouble.” Damien adds.
“Yes, sir. I will keep all of you in.” I whisper, drunk off of the way Vincent gazes down at me.
“Look at her,” Cast says, his voice filled with admiration and pride. “Our little fuck toy, always so eager to take whatever we give her.”
I can’t argue, can’t even form words as they loom over me, their presence suffocating and intoxicating all at once. I am theirs, completely and utterly under their control and I love every minute of it.
Cast’s hands grip my waist hard enough to bruise as he hauls me up from the floor, his touch both punishing and possessive. I'm still trembling, my thighs slick with Damien and I release no matter how hard I squeeze to keep it in.
His hands slide down my sides, rough and possessive, before he spins me around to face him. His eyes dark, his lips curled into a cruel smile as he grips my hips and lifts me onto his lap. I gasp as I feel him, hard and ready, pressing against me.
“Take it, Willow,” he growls, his voice low and demanding. He doesn’t give me a chance to prepare, didn’t let me ease into it. He thrusts up, forcing himself inside me in one brutal motion. My back arches, a cry tearing from my throat as his cock stretches me, fills me. His grip on my hips is unrelenting, forcing me down until I am fully seated on him.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “Take all of me. You can handle it, can’t you, Carina?”
I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulders as he begins to move, his thrusts deep and punishing. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, and I can feel every inch of him, every brutal thrust that left me breathless.
Vincent’s voice cut through the haze, “ Arch her back, so I can take her in the ass.”
Cast doesn’t hesitate. His hands grip my hips, forcing me to lean forward, my back arched and my ass exposed. I feel Vincent’s fingers, cold and slick, pressing against my back entrance, and I tense, my breath catching in my throat.
“Relax, Willow,” Vincent murmurs, his voice almost gentle, if not for the predatory edge beneath it. “You can take it. I know you can, baby girl.”
I try to relax, but it is impossible. His fingers press in, stretching me, preparing me, and I whimper, the sound muffled as I bury my face in my arm. And then he is there, his cock pressing against me, and I cry out as he pushes inside, inch by torturous inch.
“Fuck,” Vincent groans, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he bottoms out. “You’re so tight, Willow. Always so damn tight.”
I can’t speak, I can't think. All I can do was take it as he began to move, his thrusts deep and relentless. Damien then presses his cock against my lips, and I open my mouth, letting him fill me. The sensation is overwhelming, the feeling of being filled from both ends is too much and not enough all at once.
Cast’s voice is a dark murmur as he rockets into my cunt, “Look at her. She’s taking us both like she was made for it.”
I can feel them, feel every thrust, every movement, and it’s too much. My body is trembling, my moans are muffled by Damien’s cock as he fucks my mouth. Vincent’s thrusts are brutal, each one driving me closer to the edge, and Cast is deeper inside of me at an angle that makes my body erupt in sparks.
Damien pulls out of my mouth, his hand gripping my hair as he forces me to look up at him. “You’re going to cum for us, aren’t you, Willow?”
“She better not,” Vincent snarls. “Hold it baby. Hold it.”
“Fuck Willow, you’re so perfect for us pretty girl,” Vincent grunts, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me back onto him with each thrust. “You’re made for this, aren’t you, whore?”
“Yes, sir!” I cry out, my body trembling with pleasure as Damien’s fingers tangle in my hair, pulling my head back.
“You’re ours, Willow,” he growls, his lips brushing against my ear. “Every. Fucking. Inch of you.”
“Yes,” I cry, because I want to be good. I want to do it, but I can’t hold back the pressure growing inside me. The words, the sensations, it’s all too much. My body tightens, and my back arches as I come, my cries filling the room. Cast groans, his thrusts stuttering as he spills inside me, his cock pulsing as he fills me with his release.
As Cast pulls out leaving me gapping, Vincent doesn’t stop, he pulls out of me and slides into my pussy as he pulls me back forcing my back against his chest as he fucks me in long, slow strokes that leave my eyes crossed. “You came without permission, Naughty girl.”
“I couldn’t hold it.” I whimper, pushing back against him, forcing him deeper.
“You hear that, boys?” Vincent mocks. “She couldn’t hold it.”
“Well she better keep my cum inside that pretty little cunt.” Cast growls and I groan, tightening my walls trying to keep both Damien and Cast inside of me.
“Fuck, princess. You’re trying to milk me, aren’t you, pretty girl?” Vincent’s thrusts are rough, his cock driving into me with brutal force, and I can feel him, feel all of them inside me, until he finally comes, his release joining theirs.
“Good girl,” Vincent laughs in my shoulder, placing kisses along my neck.
I can’t speak, can't move. My body’s spent, trembling as I collapse onto the floor, their releases spilling out of me. “She’s perfect. Isn’t she?” Vincent purrs as he pulls out of me painfully slow .
Damien’s fingers trace the curve of my spine, his voice soft but no less demanding, “You’re ours, Willow. Never forget that.”
I nod weakly, my body trembling as I lay there, still feeling the remnants of their desire pulsing through me.
“Good girl,” Cast growls, his hand tangling in my hair and pulling just hard enough to make me gasp. “Now, time for your reward.”
I barely have time to brace myself before Cast is pushing me back onto the couch, his lips crashing against mine in a rough kiss. I can feel Vincent and Damien moving behind me, their hands roaming over my body as Cast’s kiss grows more demanding.
Cast’s lips curl into a wicked smile, as he brushes his hand against my sensitive pussy, his fingers teasing the slick folds. I buck against him instinctively, a moan escaping my lips at the contact. “You’re so full,” he murmurs, his voice dark and possessive as his fingers trails over my abdomen, pressing lightly. “Can you feel it, Willow? Can you feel how much we’ve filled you up?”
Oh god, I can. Their cum is still inside me, warm and heavy, a tangible reminder of what they’ve already done to me. I feel marked, claimed, completely theirs in every way.
“Yes,” I moan, my voice shaking as I arch into his touch.
“Good,” Cast says, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He leans down and captures my lips in another searing kiss, his tongue claiming my mouth with the same dominance he’s shown the rest of me. When he pulls away, his hands are on my hips, guiding me up and onto Vincent, who waits beneath me, his eyes dark with hunger .
Vincent tilts his face up as I straddle him, his hands immediately gripping my hips to steady me. My legs tremble as I lower myself onto him, my breath catching as his tongue finds my clit in an instant. He doesn’t waste time—he licks and teases with relentless intensity, his hands holding me firmly in place like he can’t get enough of the taste of me.
I gasp, my head falling back as a wave of pleasure crashes over me. His tongue is everywhere, relentless and demanding, and I can feel the heat of his breath against my sensitive skin. “Vincent,” I moan, my hands gripping the back of the couch for support as he works me over with his mouth.
At the same time, Damien’s hands are on my breasts, his touch firm and possessive. He squeezes and teases, his thumbs brushing over my nipples until they’re hard and aching. His breath is warm against my neck, his lips brushing over my skin as he leans in to whisper, “You’re so fucking perfect, Willow.”
I whimper, my body oversensitive and overwhelmed by the attention. My hips move against Vincent’s mouth on their own, desperate for more of the pleasure he’s giving me. I feel his groan vibrate against me, and it only makes me want him more.
But then Cast is behind me, his hands on my hips, spreading me wider as he positions himself. I freeze for a moment, my breath catching as I realize what he’s about to do. His cock presses against my ass, the tip teasing the tight entrance. I’m still stretched and wet from earlier, but the thought of him taking me there again makes my stomach twist with a mix of anticipation and nerves.
“Relax, baby,” Cast murmurs, his voice low and reassuring as his hands rub soothing circles on my hips. “You can take it. You’re ours, remember? ”
I take a deep breath, nodding as I try to relax, to trust him. And as he pushes into me, slow but insistent, I gasp, my body stretching to accommodate him. It’s a sharp, intense sensation, but it quickly gives way to a deep, throbbing pleasure as he fills me completely.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Cast groans, his hands gripping my hips as he bottoms out inside me. He stays still for a moment, letting me adjust, before he starts to move, his thrusts slow and deep, each one sending a shockwave of pleasure through me.
Vincent’s mouth is still on me, his tongue relentless as it licks and teases, and Damien’s hands are on my breasts, pinching and pulling at my nipples until I’m squirming between the three of them. I can’t think, can’t focus on anything but the overwhelming sensations coursing through my body.
Each thrust from Cast sends a jolt through me, his cock hitting that deep, sensitive spot inside me that makes my vision blur. My moans are loud and uncontrolled, my body trembling as I try to hold on. “Cast,” I gasp, my hands gripping the couch tighter as he quickens his pace, his thrusts becoming harder, more demanding.
“Look at you,” Damien murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re fucking perfect, Willow. Taking all of us so well.”
His words send a shiver through me, my body clenching around Cast as my orgasm builds, intense and unavoidable. I’m so close, so close, and the tension coils tighter and tighter with every thrust, every lick, every touch.
“Come for us, baby,” Cast growls, his voice low and commanding as he slams into me harder, deeper.
And I do. My body shatters, my orgasm crashing over me in waves as I cry out, my hips bucking against Vincent’s mouth as I come apart. Cast doesn’t stop, his thrusts relentless as he chases his second release, his grip on my hips bruising as he fucks me through my orgasm.
Vincent’s tongue doesn’t let up either, his hands holding me steady as he continues to lick and tease, drawing every last bit of pleasure from me. Damien’s hands are still on my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples as he watches me fall apart.
Just as the last shudders of pleasure course through me, a pair of strong arms suddenly lifts me off the bed. My breath catches as I’m cradled against Cast’s chest, his grip firm, possessive.
“What are you doing, Cast?” Damien calls out as Cast carries me towards the stairs.
“She’s mine, tonight!” Cast barks. “You two clean up your dicks yourself!”
I sigh, sinking deeper into his warmth, my body too boneless to argue. The distant sound of Damien and Vincents cursing fades behind us as Cast strides into his bedroom and right into the adjoining bathroom, kicking the door shut with his foot.
Cast’s grip is firm yet gentle as he sets me down on the edge of the tub. I feel the cool marble against the backs of my thighs. He stands up straight, his movements slow but purposeful as he steps to the side of the tub. His strong hands twist the brass knobs, adjusting the water until it’s the perfect temperature. The hiss of the faucet fills the room, and I watch as the water begins to flow, cascading into the tub in steady streams.
“Are you going to tell me how we’re a family again?” I ask, my voice soft but unwavering .
His shoulders stiffen for the briefest moment. Then, without looking back at me, he says, “Does it matter?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He chuckles to himself, as he reaches for the bottle of lavender oil on the counter, and he pours a few drops into the water. “The correct answer was no.”
His fingers swirl the lavender oil into the tub, the dry blood slowly washing off his hands.
“I want to know what you did, Cast.” I push, drawing my knees to my chest.
“No,” he snaps. “Get into the tub.”
I don’t argue, because the steam feels soothing, and I know the water will be the perfect balm for my sore body—still tender from the waves of pleasure earlier. He sits in the oversize tub with his legs open, leaning back with drunken eyes.
I slowly lower my legs into the tub, the heat of the water making me sigh in relief. The warmth seeps into my muscles, easing the tension, but it also feels strangely intimate. With Cast so close, his presence fills the space between us like an invisible thread.
“Cast-” I start, but it falls into a moan as he runs his hands through my hair, followed by the squeeze of a shampoo bottle that smells like vanilla and flowers.
“Carina, how many times do I have to tell you,” Cast whispers in my ear. “I would do anything for you. We would be anything for you. You don’t need to know the gory details.”
"I just want to know that you didn’t—" My voice falters, a knot forming in my throat .
"And if I did," he interrupts gently, his tone quiet but sharp, like the edge of a blade pressed against my skin. "Would it change anything, Willow?" He leans in, his lips grazing the curve of my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine. "Would you not love me? Would you not love us?"
"I will always love you, Vincent and Damien," I whisper, the words slipping out before I can stop them. "Nothing could change that."
His lips linger on my shoulder for a heartbeat longer, and then his hand finds mine, fingers curling around it.
"Then let me let you live without knowing what loving you has cost," Cast murmurs, his voice low, almost a plea. “Let me carry that burden for both of us.”
“I can handle it, you know?”
He kisses my temple, “I know, but I don’t want you to right now.”
I rest my head back against him, closing my eyes, and for the first time in a long while, I let myself simply be.