Chapter forty-Seven
Damon
I wake up to a warm hand on my forehead. I instantly recognize that it's Brynne. “You should be sleeping,” I say in a groggy voice.
“It’s only seven,” Matteo says from the recliner. I must have dozed off after Ryker and Sawyer left to go to the motel. I look up to Brynne touching my cheeks now.
“I have to check to make sure you aren’t burning up. A fever is the first sign of infection,” she explains. “I’m so sorry Damen,” she whispers. I sit up even though I feel like I’m being ripped to shreds.
“You have nothing to be sorry for little devil,” I manage to say through the pain. Who knew getting shot would hurt this fucking bad. When Brynne stabbed me in the thigh was a walk in the park compared to this. “I’m going to find this fucker and personally put him in the ground for trying to hurt you,” I grab her face and kiss her.
Brynne leans into my touch and I know I shouldn’t, but I can't help myself. I pull down the strap of her nightgown and kiss her collarbone. Then I lick the brand. She moans and my cock takes notice. “Damon, we can’t,” she whispers.
“What did I tell you at the haunted house?” I bite her breast and then kiss the same spot. “Go on Brynne, tell Matteo what I told you,” I taunt. She whimpers when I reach up and pinch her nipple.
“You said this was your pussy,” Brynne says breathlessly.
“Your pussy?” Matteo huffs. He comes over to the
couch and makes Brynne stand. He pulls her nightgown over her head. I watch as she crosses her legs trying to hide the string between her legs. “Don’t hide from us Brynne baby. We aren’t scared of some blood,” Matteo croons. “Straddle Damon and bend over,” he demands.
Brynne listens and I feel her tense when Matteo pulls on the string and discards the tampon in the trash. “Okay where was I?” he jokes. I look up at Brynne and her blonde hair falling around my face. She is stunning. She is glowing like a fucking dark angel and all I want is to live in her darkness.
“We can’t. you could rip your stitches out,” Brynne
says.
“That’s why you’re going to ride him. He can sit back
and enjoy the show,” Matteo says. “Pull him out,” he coaches. Brynne grabs my cock from the keyhole in my boxers. I’m already hard for her but she strokes me anyway. “Suck his cock. Get your seat ready,” Matteo winks. Brynne smirks but Matteo can’t see since she is facing me.
Brynne lowers her mouth over my cock and sucks me into her mouth. I breathe through clenched teeth. Her mouth is warm and inviting, but my stomach tenses and it strains my stitches. The pain is worth it if I get to have a piece of Brynne. “I need to be inside you Brynne,” I repeat like I did the other night. It’s going to be different having her on top and in control. I’m not going to be able to fuck her like I usually do.
Brynne straddles me again and slowly sinks down on my cock. Matteo watches every inch disappear inside of her. She gasps when she lowers all the way down. She moves her hips forward and rubs her clit against my pubic bone and moans. I grip her hips and help her grind against me. I watch as her body moves in all sorts of ways.
“Good girl little devil. Milk my cock,” I praise. She places her hands on my hips and slowly lifts herself up to sink back down. “Fuck,” I breathe.
“Does it hurt?” she asks nervously. I brush her hair from her face.
“No, you feel so fucking good,” I reassure her. I glance over at Matteo who is stroking himself to us fucking. I’m surprised he has waited this long to join. “Keep going little devil,” I push. Brynne slides up and down my cock, coating me in her juices. She looks into my eyes and it makes me feel vulnerable. I know what she is saying without her even having to open her mouth.
It wasn’t her fault that I got shot. I never want her to blame herself for shit that happens to us. We would gladly risk our lives for her and that is exactly what I did. I’d do it over and over as long as she was safe and out of harm's way.
“Lean forward baby,” Matteo says. Brynne obeys and
leans on top of me. I can tell she is scared to give me all of her weight, but I want the pain when it's inflicted by her. This isvthe definition of pain is pleasure. “Relax for me Brynne,” Matteo coaxes. He pushes forward and I can feel Brynne’s pussy tighten around my cock. She sucks in a breath and takes us like the good girl she is.
“ It's so tight,” she whines.
“Then you better stretch for us,” I grunt. I hold Brynne down as Matteo works her ass. I can’t push up inside of her without feeling a searing pain in my lower abdomen where my stitches are. She moves her hips in a circular motion and it rubs me against her walls. I can feel every ridge and cushion inside of her.
“Fuck,” Matteo growls. He grips her hips and pushes himself further inside her ass. She juts forward and I hold her tighter. I make her place her weight on top of me. No matter how bad this hurts, I would never say no to the opportunity of being inside of her.
“Damon,” she says breathlessly. She reaches for my face and slowly lowers herself to my lips. It’s soft and she
doesn’t let go of my face even after she is done kissing me. It's as if she was starving for my lips, but she isn’t devouring them in a fit of desire.
Matteo pushes forward again and I can feel his piercing through the skin. It rubs against the bottom of my cock. My eyes roll in the back of my head and Brynne picks up her pace. I let her milk my cock for every drop of cum I have to offer. It's all hers.
“Yes, baby,” Matteo slaps her ass and she yelps.
“Such,” another thrust forward. “A,” Thrust. “Good,” Thrust. “Fucking,” thrust. “Girl,” Matteo grunts with the last thrust and cums inside of Brynne.
Brynne grabs my face to make me watch as she cums on my cock. The way her face contorts in pleasure has me following her into the abyss of pleasure. She comes down and breathes heavily. Brynne kisses my cheek gently. I don’t like her treating me like a delicate flower. I’m not breakable anymore.
“Let’s get you set up in the room so you don’t have to sleep on the couch,” Brynne says. Matteo helps her get the
spare bedroom ready for me as I stand in the doorway. We are all naked beside the panties on Brynne. I look down and don’t see any blood on my cock or Matteo’s from her.
“I could have gotten the room ready myself,” I say sternly. Brynne ignores me and pats the bed. I get in bed and Brynne lays in the middle. Matteo lays on the other side of her and she snuggles up to both of us. I usually don’t do cuddling, but her warmth feels nice.
“Now I’ll go to sleep,” Brynne jokes.
“You don’t have to sleep down here,” I say.
“I want to be near you,” she admits. My heart races at her words, but I try to calm my crazy thoughts. Her words can’t mean more because then they will use her against me like they're already doing. I can’t make it seem like Brynne means more to me than my own life. That she always has and that I would tear this fucking world apart to find her.
“I didn’t think I would ever see you again,” she mumbles.
“It will take more than a bullet to kill me, little devil,” I smirk. Matteo laughs but it's short-lived when he sees Brynne’s face.
“I don’t know what I would do if I lost you,” she turns toward Matteo. “Any of you,” she blinks rapidly to hide her hurt. “Do you think that,” she pauses and fiddles with her fingers.
“ Do we think what baby?” Matteo asks.
“Do you think we know how to love even though we do what we do? I’ve never known emotions besides anger, but when I think about one of you getting hurt, my heart aches. When you guys aren’t with me, I yearn for your presence. That’s what love is right?”
“People like us don’t know how to love, little devil. We got that taken away from us at a young age. All we have is the thirst for desire and the hunger to devour,” I interject before Matteo can feed into what she is saying. I believe every word I say.
Serial killers don’t have empathy for their victims and that changes who they are. We’re psychopaths and I don’t think we have the capacity to love another person. Not truly anyway. I don’t know what love even feels like. I was never loved as a child and the only image I have of love is what these sick fucks think is love. If love blinds you like our victims, then I don’t want any part of it.