Chapter Thirty-One
Damon.
“You like being watched, little bird?” I growl as soon as Raven is in my grasp.
She whimpers, something so soft, but there’s excitement in the way she whimpers as I push her against the front door. She’s changed out of her expansive black wings, into a tight black mini dress, her faux coat on the floor, I put my hand around her throat, my fingers itching to squeeze.
“Did you like that old man’s hands on you?” granted I am older than her, but the man that had her in his lap today was at least fifteen years older than me.
I can feel her trachea as she swallows under my fingers, big doe eyes looking up at me.
She looks exquisite. I run my thumb up the column of her throat and swipe it across her red bottom lip.
Her lips part just enough for me to push through and her tongue wiggles as she sucks it in.
I’m already so fucking hard from watching her dance earlier, but the sight of her lips wrapped around any part of me makes me so hard it’s painful.
She grinds her stomach against my erection and even though it hurts, she’s just so soft.
The ample curve of her hip under my hand, the gentle swell of her stomach against my cock, plush lips around me, eluding me into thinking she needs gentle but she doesn’t.
She needs to be stretched and fucked and punished. Rewired and disciplined.
Christ, I’m thinking like Maverick. But maybe that sick beast sometimes has a point in how to handle her.
I move my hand that’s on her waist and pull the soaked fabric from her panties that’s been up her cunt with my index finger, rubbing my knuckle up and down that swollen little bud, soaking my finger in her arousal.
The part of my brain that becomes deranged when I have her at my mercy wants to get on my knees and suck that strip of fabric that barely covered her pussy into my mouth and lick it clean.
The other part of me?
I shove two thick fingers into her tight wet heat and suppress a groan when she bucks but she's pressed tight between me and the front door of this lavish house I purchased for her.
“I have half a mind to tie you to the that fucking beam,” I arch a brow and her eyes shoot behind me to the wooden beam above us that connects the living room to the den, “all weekend long and use you like a cock sleeve.”
She gushes on my fingers in response.
My grin is depraved. “You’d finally be a little doll, Raven. But you’d be my little fuck doll.”
“And mine.” Jonas purrs from behind me. “Would you like that, baby? For us to use you? Breed you? Fuck you raw till you’re so sore you can’t walk for days?”
Another gush.
“You’re a filthy fucking girl.” I whisper, leaning forward and kissing her scarred temple and scissor my fingers in her sopping cunt, the scent of the club still in her hair, all sin and depravity but the scent of her pussy hits me the hardest.
She will never know just how fucked I really am for her. She has an inkling, sure, but she will never know truly, how deranged I am just for her, the lengths I’ve gone through to be here, with her, just like this.
And I’d do it over and over again.
I pull my fingers away from her to unfasten my slacks and boxer briefs and let them fall around my ankles only to step out of them, kicking them away then using both hands I tear that fucking strip of wet fabric, hike her thigh over my hip, position the tip of my dick at her slick entrance, but instead of slamming home like I want to, I fight that urge, tipping her head back so I can look into her caramel eyes while I tease.
Her expression looks pained, and oh so fucking beautiful - tortured as I only giver my tip, slowly, inch by inch to feel every ridge inside of her only to pull back and do it all over again.
“P-please.”
Oh I love that.
“Please what, doll ?”
“Mm-m-more.”
“You need more cock in your naughty little cunt?”
She whines but there’s a sparkle in her eyes. “Yes, please, D-d-doctor.”
Fuck, I could blow right now. Reminding me I was her doctor while the crown of my cock is nestled in her makes my balls ache with the need to release.
I hike her other thigh around my hips, fully seated inside her.
When her arms are around my neck I push away from the door, turning to see Jonas stroking himself.
He cocks a brow and sends me a deviant grin. He opens his arms and I trudge to him, getting one of her arms to brace around his shoulders, her weight now distributed between us both.
“You were so bad, baby…” He says and rips the tops portion of her dress so her tits spill free, palming them only to pinch. “You were touching all over Stephen.”
She shakes her head.
“But you were, baby, we saw you. And you let him get too close to my pussy.” He coos.
His tone is ever so condescending but all it does is make her grip my cock harder.
I feel the tip of his nudging against mine and he reaches behind momentarily and Raven and I both stiffen when we feel him at her slick hot sopping wet entrance against me.
I groan when she gets so incredibly tighter. She gasps and whimpers a tortured little “ please ,” and he shushes her. “No. Baby. You’re gonna be a good girl and take us both... fuuuck,” he stills when she whimpers. “Does it hurt, baby?”
She nods but then shakes her head.
Jonas' face changes from worried to irritated and hurt. “Good.” He purrs, shoving himself further inside, stroking against me and we begin to move in tandem. “We’re all the cocks you need, baby. Only our touch. Mine, Damon’s and Mavs. Only we get to be inside of you. Ever. Do you understand?”
When she doesn’t answer, he slips his hand between us and slaps her clit.
“Do you understand?”
She screams, nodding violently as he rubs all four of his fingers quickly, gushing around us and pooling on the floor.
“There you go, let it go. Fucking squirt all over our dicks. Bad fucking girl. You were a bad fucking girl tonight.”
“Jonas!” She twists her body, trembling between us, her hips undulating.
“Again. And then you’re going to come for us like a good girl.”
“I was bad.” She says, her voice a hoarse whisper but there’s no stutter in her words.
“So bad, doll.” I nod, dipping my head and crash my lips against her, swallowing her scream when she floods us once again, black edging my vision when she squeezes so tight Jonas slips out only to shove back in and rock gently in her.
She moans again and I open my eyes to see Jonas idly flicking his tongue against her hard nipple, groaning, fingers slowly still rubbing over her sensitive clit. “You almost made me cum, baby.”
“Please,” she rasps, her pleading an enrapturing song to me. “I w-want it.”
“You want our cum inside you?” I ask, my balls tighten again when she nods violently. Jonas is right. We created a monster.
“Such a good fucking girl.” I feel his cock slide against mine, the sensation almost overbearing. “Just our cum, right baby? Always be a good girl for us and you can have our cum when you need it. When you want it.”
“Inside of you. On you. In your precious, perfect pussy…”
“Your ass…”
“Your mouth.”
“Your flawless face.”
I can feel her pussy begin to pulsate around me, my dick twitches at the thought of her on her knees, her beautiful face doused in my seed and it triggers my release.
Her eyes cross and she shivers. “Oh, fuck.” I grunt, spilling into her, thighs shaking, vision blackening once more around the edges, watching as she tips her head back and she trembles in our arms. “That’s it. Take my fucking cum. Every drop.”
“Fuck, baby. Fuck.” Jonas comes seconds after I do, adding to the mess at our feet. We let her down gently but then Raven, sinks to her knees in our puddle and takes us in her hands, and softly cleans us up with her tongue like a kitten lapping up our cum covered cocks like cream.
Good girl? She signs eagerly and it’s almost enough to get me hard all over again.
“Perfect girl,” I praise and then, get her cleaned up so she can tell us everything she found out while we cater to her. From cleaning her to bathing and feeding her, she does her very best to tell us everything she remembers.
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The home is temporary. I can feel it. I’m looking at the outside of it as we climb into my BMW, and I back out of the driveway slowly, taking in the house I purchased for my little doll.
It’s beautiful and fits her personality so well.
It’s a modernized two-story Victorian home with a wrap-around in a quiet suburb with enough yard for her to have a garden once Spring comes around.
She places her little hand over mine on the gear shift and she tilts her head to the side, mentally asking me what’s on my mind.
We have a fifteen-minute drive to Maverick’s and it’s enough time for me to spill what I need to before we get there.
I shouldn’t be this nervous, but I’m glad I can keep my eyes on the road so I don’t have to meet their gazes.
I clear my throat. “My parents met in France when my father was in school to be a surgeon.
In fact, the reason they met is because I had an older sister that needed heart surgery.
My father was a resident that had scrubbed in during and when he was sent to retrieve my mother, he always said it was like time stood still when he saw her in that waiting room, bags under her eyes, lined with worry.
She was alone, awaiting to be told if her only child had survived the operation .
Over the next few months, during Maddeline’s check-ups, they slowly got to know each other and soon, my father finally got the balls to ask her on a date. To which she said yes.
Four months later they married. It was a whirlwind, and soon they were traveling to the states while she was pregnant with me, because my father had accepted a job offer here as a cardiothoracic surgeon. I was born and we often traveled to France to visit.
When my sister turned sixteen, we went for her birthday, this time to Paris to stay the entire summer holiday.
But she got… sneaky. Like a lot of teenagers.
Soon she was arguing with my Maman about the smallest things, leaving, sneaking out.
I was only eight, but I remember watching her leave and my mother falling to the sofa in tears.
I heard her talking to a friend about how Maddeline had met an older man while at a store with her friends, how she didn’t want to go back to the states, she wanted to stay here with him while he finished university.
She never told anyone his name, only that she loved him, that he had promised a life with her and because she had reached age of consent in France, my mother’s opinions didn’t matter.
On a perfect night, when they didn’t argue for the first time that entire summer, it was amazing.
We had good food, Maman let her have a glass of wine, and even let me try some for the first time, too.
We were laughing and Maddie even played with me, which was rare in those days.
It was like she had survived this thing as a child, and she was suddenly sixteen and she didn’t want to grow old being safe all the time, afraid of the world.
Maddeline left in the middle of that night and never came back. ”
I stop at the stoplight, waiting for it to turn green. Only five minutes away.
“She was gone for six days. On the seventh, French police knocked on the front door of the home we had rented for the summer. Maman sent me upstairs but I stayed watching from the stairs, hidden when they told Maman they had found Maddeline’s body behind a building. She had been left outside like trash.”
Raven grips my hand tightly but I don’t face her. Can’t face her.
“We never knew what happened. Police had no leads, there weren’t cameras everywhere back then like there are now.
Even now, the biggest crime in Paris is pickpocketing.
” I shake my head as we pull into Maverick’s driveway.
“It tore my family apart, Maman stayed in Paris trying to gather more information, but she never came up with anything. Any lead she had went cold, same with police.”
“Why are you telling us this now?” Jonas asks from the backseat and I inhale as I park the BMW.
“Because the first night I snuck into Raven’s room, after she made copies of the ledger… I found my sister’s name in the goddamn book. A pure fucking coincidence, but there it was written in fucking blood. 1999 - Maddeline Bordeaux. Murdered by one Thaddeus Whitmore.”
The silence in the car is deafening.
I finally meet Raven’s narrowed gaze that sparks with anger, cheeks flushed pink. She lifts her hands to sign.
He’s yours.