Chapter 3 #2
“Yes,” I frown.
“Nyx, Macey was murdered three weeks after we got married,” he says. “I loved her. I don’t know where you got that information, but she was raped, murdered, and cut up before being left on my front porch. I have spent ten years trying to find her killer.”
“But… you’re the mafia…”
“That doesn’t automatically make me guilty of murdering my wife, Nyx. Who gave you that information? I know that’s how you get targets,” he asks.
“You think I get their IDs? I don’t know,” I say.
“Why don’t you like being called Birdy? It’s what you named yourself,” he asks.
“Fuck you,” I seethe.
He chuckles before leaning down and puts one hand beside my head.
Having Knox lean over me like this is admittedly amazing.
He gently drags his fingers up my inner thigh, and I realize I haven’t moved my legs.
He’s not making me keep my legs open. I am anticipating his touching me more, and it’s like a shock to my pussy.
I want this man so badly, and that might be the craziest thing so far.
Knox gently traces my scars, starting with the one on my chest. It sends shivers across my body, and I relax.
I don’t know how he’s doing this, but I’m calm.
“You have a few options here, Nyx,” he says.
“You can tell me everything and you’ll be free to go, or you can be a brat, and I’ll still make you tell me. ”
“You’ll have to make me break. I’m not telling you anything,” I say simply. “I’m not giving you more information to hurt me with.”
“Am I hurting you?” he asks.
“My arms,” I say a bit quieter.
Knox sits me up and Tripp unties my wrists, and I am laid back down. “Better?” he asks.
“Uh… yeah,” I say.
“Make no mistake, Phoenyx. If you run, you’ll be punished,” he tells me. “You are our little toy now… our little puppet.”
“I’m not a puppet,” I frown.
“Oh?” he asks. When he nudges my leg, I involuntarily spread my legs, making him chuckle. “I can make you do anything I want as long as I touch you just right, Puppet.”
“Do whatever you want. I’m not telling you anything,” I say.
“Is that consent?” he asks. Fuck, that sneaky bastard. He’s having me consent so it’s not rape.
“You’ll do it anyway, so better to pretend I want it,” I frown.
“I won’t,” he says. “If I wanted to rape you, we’d all be inside of you right now. If you don’t consent, we’ll find another way to break you.”
“How is giving a stranger consent to free fuck me a way to break me?” I ask.
“Wanna find out? The alternative will involve electricity and no orgasms,” he says.
“Fine. I consent to whatever it is you think you can do to break me,” I say, and he grins. “If you don’t break me by morning, I get to leave, and you get nothing.”
“Deal,” he says before leaning down to kiss the bite scar on my breast. “Who did this to you, Nyx?”
“If you find out, let me know,” I say seriously.
“What did they do to you?” he asks.
“Fuck you…” I start to say but gasp when he pushes his fingers in my pussy.
“Our pretty little puppet is dripping for us,” Knox sings.
“I bet she tastes amazing,” Rook says as he and Tripp come stand on either side of me. They both palm my breasts and gently squeeze.
“What do you think, Puppet?” Knox asks as he starts to fuck me with his hand.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself,” I groan and tip my head back.
“Your scars tell a story, Phoenyx,” Rook says. “Who did this to you?”
“Fuck you,” I say through gritted teeth. Knox curls his fingers and rapidly increases his pace. I lift my hips, and I groan. I grab hold of his wrist to squeeze, but I’m not trying to make him stop. I want to come. What the fuck is wrong with me? Them? Who here is crazier?
“Oh, look at that. Our puppet wants to come,” Tripp says. “Why not let her come, Knox?”
I open my eyes to see Tripp hand Knox one of the new dildos that isn’t the massive seventeen-inch one but is still massive.
“Wait. Wait. Wait,” I moan. He doesn’t stop as lube is applied.
When he does stop, I twist my hips to try and roll, but when they let me, I’m immediately bent over the ottoman and held down.
“I’d advise you relax, Puppet,” Tripp chuckles.
“Fuck,” I whine as panic surfaces. “Plea…”
“Please what?” Knox asks.
“Fuck you,” I growl.
“Say it, or it’s going in your ass,” he warns.
“Fuck. Fine,” I sigh. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“We won’t,” Knox says sincerely. “You’ve been hurt enough for one lifetime.”
“Then why… Oh my God,” I groan when I am slowly filled with my own weapon.
“Tell us if you’re hurting, Phoenyx. Pain is not our intention,” Tripp says seriously.
“Mhmm,” I whine as the toy slowly moves inside of me.
“Why do you kill rapists?” Rook asks.
“Fuck you,” I moan. They increase their speed, and it feels so fucking good.
It’s stretching me perfectly and hitting all the right places.
They continue asking questions, but I ignore them.
Eventually, they do get fed up with my lack of response.
The pace turns unrelenting, and they start fucking me hard and deep.
“Tell us, or your ass is next,” Tripp says.
“Fuck you,” I say, panting. A few seconds later, they fill my ass with one of the toys that is slightly smaller than the one already inside of me. I wince as a dull pain fills my belly. “That hurts. Fuck! That hurts.”
“Relax your body and it won’t hurt, Puppet,” Knox says. I whine again but force my muscles to loosen up. The pain dissipates, and they start moving faster.
“Fuck, that’s good. Oh God,” I moan and push my hips back. They abruptly stop and pull the toys out of me, making me groan my complaint.
“I have a better idea,” Knox says. “A hunt.”
“What?” I ask as they pull me to my feet. Knox steps closer, lifting my chin. I swallow hard.
“You run, and we hunt you. If we catch you, we get to keep you as our toy, and you have to speak up. If you get away or hide until morning, nothing will come of this. You’ll be free as long as you don’t try to kill me again.”
“Fine,” I say. “Can I have my clothes?”
“Nope,” Tripp says with a grin.
“Do I have another option?” I ask.
“Why? Are you scared?” Rook asks.
“You three don’t scare me,” I say.
“Run while you can, Little Puppet,” Knox says with a conniving grin. “I won’t be so gentle with you next time.”
I take a few steps back as they look down at me like they’re going to eat me.
When I reach the front door, I fumble with the handle before jerking the door open and running.
Never have I ever run out of a man’s home butt naked.
I honestly don’t even know why I am running, because I definitely want the three of them to fuck me.
I know they are dangerous men, but I believe them when Knox said he did not hurt his wife.
He looked genuinely sad when I mentioned her the first time.
Although I am the one who just tried to kill a mafia boss with little to no information about him.
I don’t think my judgment is the greatest.
I slow my pace to a walk about halfway through the courtyard.
I’m going toward the exit, and I can see that the gate is open, but I don’t want to leave.
This could be the worst mistake of my life, but leaving means I never get to find out what he means by making me his toy.
I’m not afraid they’ll hurt me. If they wanted to, they would have.
Even if they do kill me, which they still might, I’m not afraid of what they’ll do.
Knox is the most professional looking man who also has a rugged aura about him.
His black hair is short, and his beard is well maintained.
Rook has a kind aura. His black hair is a bit longer but nicely styled, like his beard.
Tripp is chaos. His black hair is disheveled in the sexiest of ways.
It’s also black but almost shaggy. His beard is the shortest. They all stand at nearly the same height and are built like a brick wall.
Imagining myself being tossed around between the three of them makes me want to walk back to that house.
I don’t understand how they are doing this to me.
Whatever kind of voodoo is on me, I am still consenting.
The way they look at me is nearly addictive.
They don’t see me for my scars, and they almost seem to enjoy them.
People like to say I am more than my trauma, but they are the ones who truly treat me like I am.
I am staring at the gate, and I know this is ultimately a test. If I want to leave, I can.
If I want to stay and consent, this is how I communicate that.
They are smart men who want to own me, but they want me to willingly walk into it.
I just tried to kill him, so keeping me closer is wiser.
I think the moment they saw my scars, and it was explained that he is innocent of the claims against him, they were no longer mad.
They understood that there’s a reason I’m doing what I do, and it’s not to just be blatantly evil.
They understand that it was hurt and that is why I am targeting rapists.
I think my only fear is that once they know the story, they will no longer be as interested in me as they seem.
I also think I’m fucking kidding myself if I think these three men would want me anyhow. Maybe I really am crazy.