Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“Good girl,” Sparrow growls, come jetting out of the tip of his dick and splattering his bared stomach. “You were made for this. For us.”
His words, coupled with the intense way he watches me and how Scout’s dick keeps hitting me inside in just the right spot, I completely lose it. Color explodes around me, detonating every nerve ending from my scalp to my toes. I scream into the sheets that I’ve tried to shove into my mouth to stifle the sounds escaping me. Hot tears prickle my eyes and snake down my cheeks.
“Mine,” Scout hisses, his thrusts becoming wilder and uneven. “Fuck.”
His cock swells, my only warning of his impending release, and then he’s coming with a feral growl. Heat floods into me, pumping and pumping, filling me to the brim. I know this is reckless and stupid. We’re all just having sex with no condoms or any sort of birth control, yet I can’t seem to stop them.
I’m beyond trying to be reasonable or responsible.
I’m just living in the moment.
For once, enjoying parts of my shitty life.
Scout pulls out, gives my ass an affectionate squeeze as his come drips all over the backs of my thighs, and then leaves.
He left me.
Wrecked and used and full of his come.
It’s so degrading. I should hate the whole ordeal.
I don’t.
I loved it.
As soon as the door clicks shut, Sparrow rises to his feet. My heart rate picks up, wondering what he’ll do. I’m too boneless to move, though. He disappears out of sight and then the shower cuts on.
Is he disgusted?
He can’t be. Sparrow may have been getting punished, but he liked it. It turned him on. He enjoyed watching me get fucked by his brother.
I loved it, too.
So why does he seem angry?
“Get up.”
His voice is behind me now, cold and harsh. Shame washes over me but is quickly chased by irritation. I slide off the bed and stand up. I’m bedraggled and messy. My pants are nearly to my knees while my panties are askew. Now that I’m upright, come drains out of me like a leaky faucet. Lifting my chin, I stare Sparrow down, daring him to ridicule or shame me for this—for something he was completely into a few moments ago.
He steps closer, his palm going around my throat and he kisses me. “It drives me insane that he’s all over you and inside you.”
“Sounds like a personal problem,” I sass back.
“One I’m going to take care of.” He nips at my bottom lip and then pulls back. “Get undressed. We’re showering.”
I don’t move, arching a brow at him. He remains still for all of three seconds before he loses patience and starts yanking off my clothes for me. A silly smile teases at my lips.
He’s eager to claim me like some sort of caveman.
Why does that make my heart trip all over itself?
“Does your dick even work anymore?” I ask, unable to keep from poking the bear. “Is there anything left for me after that mess you made?”
“My dick always works for you, smartass.”
The second we’re both naked, he grabs my wrist, hauling me into the bathroom. He might as well club me and drag me to his cave by my hair. The incoherent grunts of annoyance coming from him further add to this whole caveman scenario.
“I want you to smell like me,” he murmurs once we’re under the hot spray of the shower. “Only me.”
“It’ll only be temporary until one of your brothers gets a hold of me again.” I can’t help but taunt him. I’m powerful for once in my damn life. Like I’m holding all the winning cards and they’re just playing in my game.
He shoots me a withering glare that only serves to make me laugh. I find great satisfaction at the way he washes me from head to toe, making sure to clean my pussy extra well.
“My turn,” he growls.
I squeal at the abrupt way he picks me up and pushes my back against the tile wall. Clinging to his neck, I brace myself for his brutal intrusion.
Oh God is it brutal.
“And look, Laundry, my dick works just fine.”
He slams into my body, his thick, hard cock stretching my sore tissue. There’s no gentleness to this. It’s a pure claiming. Marking his territory. Leaving his scent. I’m still wet inside from Scout’s come, so Sparrow slides in and out easily. He sinks his teeth into the side of my neck as he fucks me like a wild man.
All I can do is hold on and go for the ride of my life.
And when he’s made sure to coat every inch inside me with his own orgasm, only then does he relax.
Later, when we’re naked in bed, tangled together on the brink of sleep, I allow myself to fantasize about a life where there isn’t a villainous father I’m hiding from. Just me, my three assholes, and my little sister.