“Alexius, stop!”
His touch is hard and unforgiving as he pulls me to my feet, yanking the towel from my body, leaving me in my underwear while my breaths come out in short bursts. He doesn’t give me a second to try to figure out what the hell is happening when he jerks me around, forcing me to bend forward, pushing my face into the mattress.
“Alexius, stop.” Isaia’s voice is a low rumble. “This has gone too far.”
“Maybe if you see me fuck her, it’ll sink into that thick skull of yours that she is not yours!”
“Alexius,” I plead breathlessly, a cold shudder spreading up my spine when I hear the sound of his zipper.
“My brother watched me play with your cunt. Now he can watch me fuck you, too.” He drags his cock along my ass, and I swallow when heat spreads between my thighs, my sudden arousal slick and warm.
He’s hard. He likes this.
So do you.
No, I don’t.
An ache spreads from my pussy up to my core.
Fuck. Yes, I do.
“What do you think, brother?” Alexius says behind me. “You think you’ll be able to move the fuck on and leave my goddamn wife alone if you see her body break for me?”
Isaia readies to launch himself toward us when Alexius pulls out his gun, aiming it at Isaia, bringing him to a sudden halt, the metal glinting with murderous intent.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I scream at Alexius.
“What am I doing? I’m two seconds away from putting a bullet in my little brother’s head.”
“God, stop this!” I cry.
“I’m afraid God ain’t here, stray.” He keeps his gun aimed at Isaia, whose glare is shooting holes through Alexius’ face.
I’m paralyzed with fear, but buried beneath it, something stirs. A faint flicker. A warmth slowly heating to burn. Is it…desire? Wicked wantonness corrupting me?
No. No. No.
He lets go of my neck, and I don’t move when he slides a finger through my slit. I don’t attempt to scramble away, and I have no fucking idea why. What I’m feeling is so hard to explain. My logical side says I shouldwantto get away from him. I shouldwantto run. But I don’t. Right now, I don’t want anything more than to stay, to let him use me to prove his fucking point to his brother. I’m his filthy little slut, as he has reminded me so many times before. And I love it. I love whoring my body to him. Surrendering. Letting him do whatever the fuck he wants to do to me because, in the end, I’ll love it. I always do.
My hips buck, and my arousal coats his finger.
“Look at that,” he says, and I can practically hear the smile on his face, “you want this, don’t you, stray? You want me to show my little brother who you belong to.”
“I know!” Isaia spits out. “I know she’s yours. For fuck’s sake, Alexius. Why do you think she was in the shower crying her heart out? Because of you!” There’s nothing but venom dripping from Isaia’s tongue. “She loves you.”
“But that’s not the problem here, is it? It’s you!” Alexius’ voice slams against the ceiling. “You are the fucking problem, the fact that you would fuck my wife if given half the goddamn chance. Your juvenile infatuation with her has gone too far, and it ends today.”
He drags the head of his cock through my pussy before nudging at my entrance. Euphoria explodes and smothers the fear, waking something sinful and wicked in my veins. His thick cock stretches me as he slowly opens my walls by sinking in deeper, and I swallow a moan. It’s punishing and exquisite at the same time. My head is a mess. I’m consumed and fucking horrified. But there’s no denying the thrill and adrenaline rushing through me, my arousal coating my inner thighs, slicking up Alexius’ cock. Every muscle in my body is pulled taut, welcoming the blunt pressure—anticipating, wanting, craving—yet my stomach crawls with how fucked up this is.
“Alexius, you better kill me before I kill you,” Isaia spits out.
“I love how you assume she doesn’t want this,” Alexius taunts, slipping farther inside me while still aiming his gun at Isaia. “As you can see, I’m not holding her down anymore. She’s on her knees, bent in front of me, because she wants to be.”
I’d beg him to stop, but something’s changed. My fight is gone, replaced with a thirst for what would be the most wicked display of ownership, and my body is all for it.
“Her pussy is wet, brother. Her cunt isn’t resisting me. It’s throbbing, sucking me in deeper.” His palm comes down hard on my ass, the searing pain causing me to moan. “Tell him, stray. Tell him I’m not doing anything you don’t want.”
I look at Isaia, and the moment our eyes meet, he sees it. He sees the need, the wicked desire, the fucked-up lust that I’m trying so hard to fight, but it’s just too strong.