Chapter Eight
TRENT
She was sculpted to fit us.
This moment has been one I’ve dreamed about for years.
I love the sight of longing in Zavier’s eyes as he fingers her ass, making sure she is good and ready for him.
I’m biting back groans as her pussy is clamping down on my dick so fucking good, it’s making it hard to remain in control and not just fuck her.
I was already on edge from watching Dad destroy her cunt.
I had no idea he was such a twisted fucker when it came to sex but I won’t lie, the sight of him slapping her and spitting in her mouth had me rock fucking hard.
Zavier pulls his fingers free and squirts some lube onto his dick.
While she was distracted with me, that sneaky bastard took off and grabbed some KY.
The second he came back and held the tube up for me to see, I knew what he wanted.
Once he’s lathered himself enough, he lines his cock up and slowly pushes inside her.
The sight of her mouth parting, the way her eyes widen and the flush that flows through her entire body is a sight I want burned into my mind forever. She looks fucking beautiful.
Our perfect little slut.
“Holy fuck,” she pants as Zav eases inside her.
“Nothing holy about this moment, kitten,” Dad deadpans in a gruff tone. I know that bastard is loving this shit as much as we are. He can try and play it cool and act unaffected, but it's horseshit.
“Zavier… please,” she pants, digging her nails into the back of my shoulders, making me hiss.
“Please what?” he grits out through clenched teeth. I can see the strain on his face. It's killing him not to slam inside her, but he wants to drag it out and make her suffer.
“I need you to… Fuck, I don’t know!” she screams. She’s flustered and the sight of her so out of sorts only adds to my smug satisfaction.
“Take it,” Zav snarls, then slams inside, making her arch her back into him and her chest into my face as she screams. Dad gave clear orders, but fuck it.
I lean down and bite the soft flesh of her tit, causing her to scream louder in pain.
Zav doesn't wait, he draws back and thrusts into her again.
I release her tit and meet his next thrust with the same intensity.
Her nails dig into my skin harder, making me groan at the sting of pain mixed with the pleasure riding through me.
Zav and I are matched in our movements. Her legs lock around my elbows for support as we plow into her.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room.
Her cries of pleasure mount. When Zav meets my gaze, I feel it.
The burn of his emotions flowing through me like they are my own.
I see everything he tried to keep hidden from me and I understand now.
He couldn’t commit to me or say those three words because half his heart belonged to someone else.
He is a quiet fucker and never expresses his feelings, but to be loved by someone like Zavier Valentine is like being blessed by Lucifer himself.
Zavier will sin for you.
Kill for you.
Take a hundred lashings without complaint.
To love and be loved by him is a gift, a gift she spat on.
With that thought in mind, I thrust into her with such force that Zav stumbles back a step.
I spot Dad out of the corner of my eye stepping toward us.
When he lifts his hand and I see the butcher’s knife in his grasp, I stop moving.
Zav does the same when he spots it. Taylor’s cries lessen as she slowly lifts her head and follows my gaze to the side.
“What the fuck?” she breathes out. When Dad presses the knife against her throat, fear shines brightly in those green eyes. Dad looks like a crazed motherfucker. I hold still waiting to see what he plans to do next.
“Fear, pain and pleasure mixed together is one of the most sinister things you can experience when in the bedroom.” She swallows audibly but remains silent when he presses the blade harder.
She winces as a droplet of blood glides down the column of her neck.
“Remain still, feel what they can do to you but just know, the moment you disobey my order is the moment your pain then becomes my pleasure.”
Dad shoots me a look telling me to move. The euphoric high I was just riding has abated and now I’m more focused on him cutting her than I am about blowing my load inside this cunt, burying my mark deep inside her. I draw back and push inside which just earns me a growl from my father.
“Fuck her,” he snaps. Her bottom lip trembles but she bites down on it to stop herself from crying and looks at me.
“Do it.” The conviction in her tone is what it takes for me to recover.
I pull back and thrust inside her. She releases her lip and moans.
Zav grabs her waist in a punishing hold and matches my tempo.
It takes seconds for me to lose myself in her and the feeling of her wrapped around me.
Dad fists her hair and tugs her head back with his free hand. “Oh fuck,” she pants.
“That’s it, kitten, come all over my son's cock,” Dad preens.
His words seem to be what pushes her over the edge.
Her arms lock around my neck, her legs stiffen and her cunt clamps down on my cock, making me groan as she cries out.
Her orgasm has her flushing red and her nipples hard as rock.
Her face is a mask of pure ravishing beauty as she rides the wave of pleasure.
“Fuck, she feels too damn good,” Zav growls as he thrusts inside her again.
“I can’t,” she cries out.
“You can and you fucking will. The pain and fear are heightening everything for you,” Dad snaps. She whimpers and slams her eyes closed. The blade digs into her skin, causing another droplet to escape. I bend down and lick it clean, loving the metallic taste of her blood on my tongue.
“I’m close,” Zav grits out.
“I’m nearly there,” I hiss.
Taylor begins shaking her head side to side, forcing Dad to pull the knife back a little or risk cutting her deep. “I fucking can’t, please—” She cuts herself off and bites down on her lip to keep silent. I feel her cunt quivering and know she is about to come again.
“Give it to me now, you dirty whore. I want that cum all over my cock,” I roar.
“Fuck!” she yells so damn loud I flinch.
The instant that cunt squeezes my dick, I lose control.
I tip over the fucking edge and roar with the power of a lion as I come so damn hard.
I hear Zavier’s cries of release as he empties everything he has into her ass.
She’s been marked by the three of us. She’s ours to fuck, ours to own and ours to do with as we fucking please.
She’s nothing but jelly in my arms, utterly spent and well fucked.
“Good girl, kitten. Daddy loved watching you get both your holes ruined by my boys. Next time, all three of them will be filled with Valentine cock. Now, get washed up. I’m about to finish dinner, then we’re eating you for dessert.”