I pull my blood-stained fingers from her sweet cunt and place them in front of her face. Axel moves out of her, and I pull her hair back, shoving my fingers down her throat until I hit her gag reflex. Her eyes are wide, but she doesn’t put up a fight. “My little toy. I’m going to have so much fun with you. Such a good little slut licking off your dirty, bloody cunt from my fingers.”
Her soft tongue loops around my fingers, and her eyes close as she eagerly cleans herself off my thick digits. I pull them out, and her eyes shoot open. “Why don’t you own up to what you are?”
“What am I?” she asks.
“Our filthy slut. Say it, Stella. Tell us exactly what you are.”
Fury flashes in her eyes. Defiance. The little minx doesn’t know how much of a turn on the fire within her is. From the moment I saw her again standing in the corner at her mother’s wedding like a little mouse, desperate to avoid any type of attention, I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment. She became an obsession. I pictured her big brown eyes and perfectly plump lips every time I closed my eyes at night. And when I finally fell asleep, I dreamt about all the depraved things I’d do to her curvy frame once I got my hands on her.
She isn’t responding to my question, but she doesn’t seem to understand that in this game, we’re the ones who get what we want, not her. At least, not yet. She needs to be broken before she becomes the center of our universe.
Axel grips her jaw, forcing her gaze to him. He hooks the side of her lips, stretching her mouth. “You might not want to admit what you are, but we’ll use you like one, anyway.”
He plunges his cock between her lips and pushes through. Axel usually has control, but it seems nonexistent with her. He isn’t holding back, his need visible as his hips thrust deep into Stella’s mouth. He doesn’t seem to care that there’s a person attached to the throat he’s using like a fleshlight. To anyone watching, Stella is nothing but an available hole, there for his pleasure. But she’s his obsession, like she’s mine and Ronan’s.
I lift her head off Axel’s cock by her hair. “You better speak up, Sweet Girl. He won’t have any mercy unless you do.”
Her gaze moves to mine, but she doesn’t move, mouth closed, eyes cold. I smile as I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze. Her pretty brown eyes widen, and horror washes over her face. All I can think about is how hot she looks on the brink of passing out by my hand and how I can’t wait to bury my cock deep inside her. “You seem to think you still have control here, sweetheart.” A lone tear runs down her face, and I release her, letting her recoil on the ground huddled beside a tree.
I turn to see Axel and Ronan taking off their pants, getting more comfortable as they prepare for the main event.
Ronan approaches her first. He touches her gently, and her eyes shoot up to his. The fear she shows me and the disdain she shows Axel isn’t present. For Ronan, she’s amiable, like she welcomes his touch. My heart twists. It’s confusing. I don’t like that she doesn’t respond that way to me.
“You want to be a good girl for us, don’t you, baby?” Ronan asks, and she nods her head. “You like being treated like our whore, don’t you?” She nods again. “Can you tell Kian what you are?”
To my surprise, she nods and says, “I’m your filthy little whore.”
Ronan fists his cock, and Stella licks her lips. “There’s a pretty little slut. Such a good girl. You want to suck on my cock, don’t you, pretty girl?”
Stella’s mouth opens wide and her tongue falls out in wanton desperation. Ronan glides his cock slowly inside, and her lips close around his girth. “You want to please us, don’t you, Rabbit?”
Ronan, ever the smooth talker, manipulates her into thinking this is all her idea. I’ve seen him work his game on people, playing the role of the charming, handsome one who, of the three of us, looks fantastic on paper. He pulls out chairs, pays compliments, and has an easy way about him that people gravitate toward. He’s the one we send in when we need a diplomat. Axel is the one we send in when we need to break heads, and I’m the one who goes in when we need to draw blood. If you see the three of us together, it’s because we’re bringing death. Which is precisely what we’re doing here with Stella—killing the girl she thinks she is so the girl meant for us can be reborn.