Chapter 30 #3
“You’re a fucking mess, Nola,” Jasper grunts, pulling all the way out before thrusting back in, making her gag.
“All this time, you were a dirty little whore. Such a cock slut, aren’t you?
I can hear how wet you are. Your cunt is dripping around Sylas.
What's the point of fighting when you know you’re loving every second of this? ”
He lets go of her hair, moving his hand down to wrap around her throat. “You look so pretty when you cry, Lotus Flower.” Using the thumb of his free hand, he brushes away her tears, bringing that thumb to his lips and sucking it into his mouth, moaning with satisfaction.
The two of them continue to use her, degrade her, and I’m here for every second of it.
I can feel my second orgasm building, my balls throbbing, cock so hard it fucking hurts.
“Fuck!” Sylas snarls. “Gonna cum, gonna fill this cock-hungry cunt up with my seed. Take it, Lola Girl. Take my fucking cum.” He drives into her with one last, rough thrust before groaning and burying his cock deep inside her cunt. His body shudders, and his grip on her tightens as he fills her up.
Jasper grinds his jaw, breathing heavily as his thrusts grow faster and rougher.
He doesn’t say anything, just continues to use her, with an insane look in his eyes. And for a moment, I think he might really hurt her when he pulls out of her mouth.
She gasps, desperately sucking in air as she coughs and splutters.
Hissing, she sucks in what little air she can as Jasper's grip on her throat tightens. Her eyes widen in panic as he lets out a savage growl, his hand on his cock working himself over until he’s cumming.
His cock jerks as thick ropes of his release shoot out, splashing all over Nola’s face, hitting her lips, her nose, her forehead.
Her eyes flutter closed, and her body goes slack.
Jasper falls to the ground next to her, chest heaving, more so than any other time we shared somebody.
I grunt, working my hand faster, my orgasm rushing to the surface.
Sylas pulls out of her, and I quickly grab her, rolling her onto her back.
Angling my cock towards her body, I cum hard, letting out a choked groan as my seed shoots out and showers her body with my sticky release.
Chest heaving, I milk my cock for every drop of cum I have, making sure some of it coats her swollen slit.
For a moment, only the sounds of our heavy breathing fill the air.
Nola must have passed out at some point because her body lies limply on the cold cemetery ground.
The need to keep going, to keep fucking her, pumping her full of my cum as I watch it drip out of her used cunt is strong.
But we’ve been here too long, there’s too much to deal with. Starting with that dead girl just a few feet away.
“She looks so pretty when she sleeps,” Sylas murmurs, brushing some of her hair away from her face.
“We are so fucked,” Jasper groans. I chuckle as I watch him lie there on the ground next to her, his hand over his face. Each of us are a complete and total mess, covered in sweat, blood, and cum.
For the first time in my life, I feel… happy? It’s an odd sensation, and I’m not sure what to do with it, really.
Something about finally getting to have my Little Rabbit, the way I’ve always fantasized, is surreal.
She has no idea the monster she’s woken up inside me, inside all of us. I hope she knows what she’s in for. We’ve gotten a taste of the forbidden fruit, and none of us are going back.
“Sooo…” Sylas starts. “Should we address the elephant in the room?”
Pressing a kiss to Nola’s forehead, I get to my feet and find my clothes.
“What's there to talk about?” I ask, shoving my feet into my boxers before grabbing my jeans. “Everything we thought about Nola is wrong. She wasn’t quiet, shy, and a loner because she was weak or a pushover. She was probably holding herself back from killing every asshole who ever fucked with her.”
My girl is a little killer, a tiny psychopath hidden behind bright blonde hair and big blue eyes.
She’s fucking amazing, perfect. I can’t wait to see what kind of fun we’re going to have with her.
Her tears taste like heaven, her pleading and sobbing are like fucking music to my ears.
“Does that mean she’s ours now? We can finally have her?” Sylas asks.
“Yes,” I say at the same time Jasper says, “No.”
“What the fuck do you mean, no?” I glare down at him.
He sits up, shooting me a murderous look. “Before we go making any life-changing decisions, I think we need to sit down and fucking think about this rationally.”
“There’s nothing to think about,” I argue.
“That girl is mine,” I snarl. I’m not one to show much emotion, but right now I’m getting really fucking pissed off.
“I kept my distance out of respect for you. Even though I didn’t fucking care about keeping her pure, I still did it anyway because you two are my brothers, my family.
But you can’t ask us to stay away from her when there’s literally no reason to anymore. ”
“What about the Brotherhood?” Jasper counters, getting to his feet.
“Did you forget we’re in charge of one of the biggest, most powerful organizations in this fucking country?
We just took our rightful places, took over our family's companies, and what? We’re just going to give it all up? I am not stepping down.”
“No one is stepping down,” I tell him. “We are the ones in charge. Maybe it’s time we do what Sylas mentioned before and make some changes.
We have until September to deal with the ritual situation.
Everyone already knows how we feel about Nola.
We’ve had a warning out on her for years now.
The only difference is, we’re not watching from the shadows anymore. ”
“You’re being stupid.” Jasper shakes his head, grabbing for his clothes. He angrily puts them on, vibrating as he does. “It’s not that simple, Wesley.”
“Stop acting like this isn’t something you’ve always wanted, Jasper,” Sylas spits, sounding just as pissed off as I am.
“You love her. We all do. But we thought we were too fucked in the head to be able to have her. Did anything that happened just now give you the impression Nola couldn’t handle it? That she didn’t want it?”
“She was crying!” Jasper shouts as Sylas gets dressed. “She was begging us to stop.”
A deep chuckle rattles in Sylas’ chest. “As the one who had his cock buried deep inside her as she begged for mercy before you made her gag on your cock, I can assure you, that was all for our sick, fucked up pleasure. She was playing a part to feed our needs, our kinks. I don’t know how, but she knows. ”
“Knows what?” Jasper asks.
“A lot,” I reply. “I’m going to assume a lot more than we probably know. When it comes to our little killer down there, I wouldn’t put anything past her.”
“I bet she has cameras in our house,” Sylas chuckles. “Fuck me.” His eyes widen. “Do you think she’s been stalking us?” He grabs his cock, giving it a squeeze as he groans at that thought. “That’s so fucking hot.”
“Stop it!” Jasper shouts. “Both of you, stop!”
“Why?” I ask him. “I’m on cloud-fucking-nine, brother,” I chuckle. “I think we’ve met our match, and I’m more than willing to see what else is hiding in her box of crazy.”
“I thought I loved her before.” Sylas looks down at Nola with a look of adoration. “But knowing what she’s really like, but now… yeah, I’m fucking done for.”
Grabbing my pack of cigarettes from my pocket, I pull one out and light it up. Taking a deep inhale, I look down at our little psycho. “Yeah.” I blow out a cloud of smoke. “Me too.”
It’s like something inside me changed. Yes, I want to bend her, break her, make her scream, but I also want to protect her, love her, and never fucking let her go.
Who the fuck am I?
I have no clue. But I can’t deny these emotions swirling around inside me. Fuck. Someone kill me.
“We can argue later.” I take another drag. “We have to get Nola home and deal with her.” I nod my head towards the dead girl on the ground.
“I still can’t believe Nola killed her,” Sylas chuckles, bending down to check out the wound on her neck. “Clean cut. Just like all the other girls.” He looks up at me and grins. “Our girl is a fucking serial killer. How the hell did we get so lucky?”
I shrug. “No clue. But it’s fucking hot.”
“So hot.”
“I hate you both,” Jasper snaps. “You two have clearly lost your fucking minds.”
I sigh heavily. I know it’s going to take him some time to come to terms with all this. I get it, it’s a lot to wrap one’s head around, but like Nola said before, he’s ruining the vibe.
“Stop being a fucking party pooper,” Sylas chastises. “Wesley, you take Nola home. Jasper, help me bring this one to the morgue.”
“Fuck,” Jasper hisses. “Toren. He’s going to kill us.”
“No, he’s not,” I counter, bending down and carefully gathering Nola into my arms. “As amazing as our girl is, do you really think she would have been able to get away with all of those murders on her own? She had help. And who better to help than her own dad, a retired serial killer, son of the Russian mafia, and owner of all morgues, a place literally built to get rid of bodies.” I grin down at Nola’s peaceful face.
There are specks of blood across her cheeks, almost like little freckles.
“I bet you thought all of this through, didn’t you.
Had a plan and all from the start.” I lean down and brush my lips over her forehead, this odd need to protect her like she’s something precious, even though she just let us use her in unsavory ways.
“We underestimated you, Little Rabbit. We won’t be doing that again. ”
“No.” Sylas smiles down at her and presses a kiss to her cheek. “Our dirty little whore,” he sighs. “She’s fucking perfect.”