Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
I never knew my mother, never knew her love. She died in childbirth. In a twisted way, I was destined to be born in blood and conflict. My father threw himself into work, and I was passed from one nanny to the next until I was eight. That’s when he came home and introduced me to my new mommy.
Celeste was so beautiful, and she was kind to me. She paid attention to what I said and wanted to spend time with me. I’d never known anyone who was interested in me without being paid. But Celeste made me feel special and important, and because of her kindness, my father was more invested in getting to know me. To that eight-year-old boy, Celeste was a dream coming to fruition. Back then, I had no idea she wasn’t the happy ending in a fairytale. I didn’t know she was the villain. If it weren’t for River and Alaric, I would’ve killed myself long ago.
But now all I can think about is how cathartic it will be when I skin Celeste alive and revel in the anguished screams falling from her mouth.
Chapter Eleven
River
Asher laughs as he taunts her. “That’s it, Pup. Eat it all up.”
His acting skills are impeccable. Asher’s always liked leashes, and this whole human pet shit seems to get him going. It’s why I let him do it to me once in a while. He’s more of a bottom than me, but occasionally I’m down with getting fucked without thinking about what will happen next. It’s fucking liberating.
I don’t know why gazing at Ella bent over eating out of a bowl by Asher’s feet is so hot, but goddamn, it makes my dick as hard as fuck. I'll lose my mind if I don’t bust a nut soon. I have no idea how Alaric stops himself from coming so often. I need to jizz at least twice a day, or I’m beyond cranky.
Leaning forward, I whisper so only Asher can hear me. “Bitch is watching. It’s showtime.”
I rise from the table, gazing at Ella’s perfect round ass. Her rotund body jiggles, and my cock demands to play. I love that she has meat on her bones. It’s so fucking hot. I enjoy grabbing her fleshy rolls and when her giant ass tits spill from my large hands.
Ella’s arms tremble, and she shivers as I pour olive oil on her lower back, watching it flow around the butt plug and into her ass crack.
That ass has me in a damn trance.
A muffled moan echoes from the dog bowl as I remove the plug and slide my finger into her ass, pushing all the way to the knuckle. “That’s it, Princess. Stick out that ass. Remember when you pretended to be a sweet little girl? If only Daddy could see you being a pretty little whore for your big brother.”
I look up and see my stepmother, her eyes narrowed as she takes in the scene before her. The sick bitch is enjoying this. She’s always enjoyed witnessing innocents being defiled and urged us on like a cheerleader at a football game.
I drag down the fly of my pants. My stomach churns at giving Celeste a show, but until we get that file, we need to make the bitch think we’re with her. I swear, once we’re free of the cunt, I’m going to carve out her eyes and crush her. I long to have all evidence of the monstrous whore wiped from my mind. For Celeste to be a dead, buried, and forgotten memory.
Palming my dick, I impale Ella’s warm cunt while staring my mother in the eyes. The sick bitch wishes I was fucking her. Bringing my hand to my mouth, I lick my palm and slap Ella’s ass, not once looking away from my mother’s beady little eyes. My dick grows harder from the tight, warm cunt surrounding it and the knowledge that Celeste will soon realize her plan didn’t work out the way she intended. Her three sons were meant to destroy the little cinder girl, not become consumed by her.
I glance at the candelabra holding the long, tapered candle with its flickering flame.
Ella will freak out, but I have to make this believable. Celeste has to think we despise her, want to ruin, use, and discard her like a piece of trash.
Reaching for the candle, I shove it in her ass and gaze at the flickering flame. Ella squeals and squirms. “You better make big brother cum before the flame reaches your asshole. I’d hate to see a perfectly good hole burned to shit.”
Asher laughs, putting more force on Ella’s head to keep her in place as he jerks his cock. “Eat up, Pup, but leave room for dessert.”
Celeste laughs and claps her hands. “Stretch her holes. Benjamin and David like to fuck holes together. They’ll appreciate the slut being able to accommodate them easily.”