Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Please… Declan…” I cry out, as he thrusts again.
“Such a fucking slut. You’ve got my brother’s cum inside you and now you’ll have mine too. If you thought you were sore before you’ll be bleeding by the time I’m done with you.” He brushes my hair away from the back of my neck and grips me there, his fingers digging into the tender flesh as he uses me, owns me.
“Please…” The word slips from my lips as tears sting my eyes, but I’m not sure if I’m asking for him to stop, or to keep going. My body wants whatever parts of him he’s willing to give me, but my mind screams that this is wrong, so very wrong.
“No one can save you from me.” He grunts, savagely thrusting into me, the pleasure catching up with the pain with each deep stroke. “Show your daddy what a fucking whore his princess is, show him how your tight little hole takes our cocks. Scream for him to come and save you.”
His hips slam into me, his balls slap against my ass and his filthy words only add to the pleasure. He’s panting now, his thrusts faster, his grip bruising. His body presses me deeper into the mattress and I feel his lips at my ear.
“Come for me, Princess. Give me your pain, your pleasure...I want it...all of it.” I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I can do is feel, feel his body sliding over mine, feel his hips flexing with each delicious stroke he gives me. I don’t know when it happened, but at some point, the pleasure starts to outweigh the pain and the familiar tingle of warmth forms deep inside in my belly. I’m going to come.
It’s so wrong, and yet so damn right. I don’t understand, and yet I don’t really care to. I find myself moaning into the mattress, my pussy fluttering with his rough thrust. A few more strokes and I’m soaring over the edge into pure darkness. My eyes drift closed for a moment and I feel my walls clench around his thick rod, impaling me over and over again.
I try to turn my face into the mattress, and away from the camera but Declan won’t let me move. He wants me to look into the camera, he wants to show my father the filthy slut I’ve become. He wants to degrade me and remind me that I’m nothing more than their captive, a means to an end.
I bite the inside of my cheek but it’s futile, his grip is hard and I’m tired of fighting, tired of holding back the blinding pleasure. Unable to hold it in a second longer the cry of pleasure rips from my throat as the last ripples of my orgasm zing through my body. I feel nothing, and everything all at once as I stare into the camera, the flashing red light, telling me he’s gotten exactly what he wanted.
Behind me Declan continues to move, his hips are punishing, and I can feel his cock growing thick inside of me. It feels like he’s growing, getting larger. His grip on my neck tightens further, and at this point he’s most likely going to be leaving bruises as he pumps into me one last time, roaring as he empties himself inside my swollen channel.
Like my body is fire and he is gasoline, he pulls out of me and releases his hold on my neck at the same time. Instantly I feel cold and empty. I watch him turn the camera off and pull his pants back up, but I don’t move. I don’t think I can move right now even though there is nothing holding me down anymore. I can’t actually make my limbs move.
Warm cum runs down the inside of my thighs and unlike the way I felt with Trey this really does make me feel like a whore. Tears slip from my eyes, my chest heaves, as a sob catches in my throat. I want Declan to hold me, to take care of me like his brothers did, but he just stands there looking down at me like I’m the one that just degraded him, that broke him. The coldness of the room seeps into my bones, into every pore of my body.
My entire body throbs and before I even get the chance to say a word, the door swings open so quickly it slams against the wall with a loud bang that echoes through the room.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Wes yells, stepping into the room first. Trey is right behind him looking like he is about to kill someone, his gaze is furious, fire flickering in his dark brown depths.
“What the fuck, Declan? What are you doing?” There’s a panic to Trey’s tone that can’t be missed. He cares about me, he has to, why else would he be looking at his own flesh and blood like he is? Hopefully, I cling to that thought.