Chapter Three
TAYLOR
The ride back to their house is filled with tension.
I refuse to utter a single word to Zav. When we don’t go the same way I remember, I purse my lips but say nothing.
The second he hangs a left and heads to the wealthy area of town, I look over at him.
This time, the fucker just keeps his gaze ahead and doesn’t even acknowledge me.
When we finally pull into the driveway, my eyes bug out of my head.
This isn’t the rundown shack I remember living in.
This is a fucking mansion! Zavier puts the car in park, then reaches into the back seat to grab his cut.
I stare at the emblem on the back and sigh.
The arrow through the heart is the signature trademark of the Broken Cupid Brotherhood.
I say nothing as I follow him inside. The house is fucking huge and decked out in the nicest furniture.
I try not to look around or appear interested.
Zav grunts and motions for me to follow him upstairs.
We pass two bedrooms. I peek inside to see they are his and Trent’s rooms. He stops next to a room at the end and pushes the door open, then motions for me to go in.
I step inside and instantly the color drains from my face.
All the things I left behind at the old house when I ran are all here: pictures, posters, jewelry, makeup and even my fucking plush toys!
I move toward the walk-in wardrobe and flick the light on.
My stomach drops at the sight of my clothes hanging there.
“The bathroom is in there. Dad will be here soon,” Zav mutters. I whirl around to see him about to leave, so I ask.
“Why?” He keeps his back to me as he answers.
“You’re family.” My heart cracks inside my chest.
“I don’t want to be family—” He spins around and pins me with a scowl. I snap my mouth closed as he stalks toward me with purpose, only stopping when there is a sliver of space between us.
“Why? Because you want our cocks?” He snorts but doesn’t give me a chance to answer. “Mine’s always been yours but it wasn’t the only one you wanted, so you ran like a fucking pussy because Daddy turned your ass down and hurt your feelings.” I jerk back as if he struck me.
“Fuck off with your mind fuck bullshit, Zavier.”
“Keep saying fuck off and I will chain your ass to that bed and give you the fucking I have been dying to for years.” Need pulses through me.
Fuck it, let’s play. I grip the hem of my shirt and tug it over my head.
He says nothing when I unclasp my bra and toss it to the side.
I kick my shoes off next, then reach for the button on my jeans.
“Take those off and I won’t stop this time.
I’ll sink my cock deep inside that cunt and fuck you like a cheap slut. ”
I shiver at the promise in his words and slowly tug my zipper down, then push my jeans down my legs and kick them to the side. I close the space between us and press up onto my tiptoes to ghost my lips over his.
“Make me your slut, Zavy baby,” I purr.
I squeal when he smacks his hands on my naked ass and squeezes, forcing me higher onto my tiptoes.
I wait for him to taunt me with his words and tease me some more, but instead he seals his lips to mine and claims my mouth.
My arms lock around his neck, then I push off the ground and lock my legs around his waist, relishing the feeling of him pressed against me.
He walks us over to the bed, then we’re falling. He braces his arms on either side of my head so he doesn’t crush me with his weight. I stare up at him, hungry and ready for him to take me.
“Don’t run. We know the rules. You aren’t just one of ours, you belong to us all.
” I don’t get a chance to mull over his words as he smashes his mouth on mine, rendering me thoughtless as he consumes me.
I’m too eager and on edge to drag this out.
I reach between our bodies and fumble slightly as I pop the button on his jeans and peel the zipper down.
I moan when I feel the silky skin of his cock brush against my fingers.
“Put my cock inside that cunt, I need to remind you who the fuck you belong to.”
His words stir the slut inside me who has longed for this, dreamed of it even.
I line him up with my entrance. The instant he pushes forward and I feel him slide inside me, I moan.
Zav is fucking huge, the man’s cock is like the size of a baby arm.
The evil smirk on his face and the look in his eyes has me thinking he knows exactly what I was thinking and I can’t help but blush.
“Make no mistake, Tay Tay, this is about me and not you.” My eyes widen.
They know I hate being called Tay Tay. It had always been a fucking stupid nickname kids at school would taunt me with.
Before I can rip his fucking head off, he slams inside me.
My fucking back arches off the bed like I’m being exorcised and I scream.
It’s filled with pain but there is pleasure mixed with it.
My anger starts to simmer as he draws back and thrusts inside me again.
He dips his head and wraps his mouth around my nipple, drawing a cry of pleasure from me as my pussy walls begin to clamp down on his dick.
His growl of approval only serves to heighten my need.
Zav’s thrusts are hurried and deep, he’s trying to prove a point here and I refuse to let him come without me.
“Fuck. You,” I pant out as he pushes back and stares down at me with an intensity only matched by the sun.
You know you should look away but the beauty of it keeps you entranced and the burn on your retinas mean nothing because the burn is worth it.
When his large hand moves and grips a pillow I frown.
“What—” The words are cut off when he places it over my face and holds it there as he continues to fuck me.
I lash out and try to hit him, but he grips my wrists in his other hand and holds them above my head.
“Punishment,” he snarls as I scream into the pillow when he slams inside me again.
A moan tumbles out of me when he does it again, hitting that spot inside me perfectly.
The lack of oxygen seems to only add to the heightened pleasure.
I widen my legs wanting him deeper, I want to fucking feel him in my cervix.
I need him to own me. I want his marks left on my body.
I fucking crave the brutality that I know he is capable of.
My orgasm is right there ready to tear me apart, but Zav refuses to allow me to come. He knows how to manipulate my body. It’s one of the fucker’s secret talents, he can tell when I’m close before even I can.
“Fuck,” he groans as he thrusts inside me.
I lock my legs around him, holding him in place as I lift my hips, grinding against him, chasing my own release.
“You don’t come until I say,” he snaps in an icy tone that would have most men obeying, but not me.
Zavier Valentine may be an enforcer for the BCB but the only thing he has ever enforced on me is taking his cock.
I ignore his command and continue to grind against him but a scream of fright escapes me when I feel hands grip my ankles and unlock them from around his waist.
“It appears our family is quite dysfunctional, kitten.” I inhale sharply at the sound of Victor’s voice. “Be a good girl and listen to what your brother says. If you behave, I might even eat his cum out of your pussy.”
Fuck me dead, Cupid just shot me with his fucking arrow and rendered my spiteful ass mute and compliant at Daddy’s command.