“You serve a purpose. We need an heir and nothing more,” he said in a deep and solemn voice. “My twin brother and I have enough complications in our life without needing to add more. We aren’t going to open ourselves up to more betrayal. Our entire life is one deception after another.”
His answer surprised me, and my eyes widened in surprise. “So why would you want me? I’m one of those people who have betrayed you.”
“Because we know you already have. It won’t come as a surprise if you try again.” There was no expression on his face. I couldn’t tell what he was feeling in the way he quickly responded.
His hand left my nipple, which oddly my body seemed to miss. But my longing for his touch didn’t last long because he lowered his hand between my legs and pressed past the silky folds.
I couldn’t hold back the whimper and closed my eyes in shame.
“Why are you wet, Hailey? Is it my words, the thought of what’s still to come, or simply the pain from my hand?”
He ran his fingertip along the wetness, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t control my breathing or the little noises of forbidden desire that escaped my dry lips. Just as quickly as Thomas had touched my pussy, he removed his hand and took hold of my hair at the scalp again.
He yanked hard.
“You’re hurting me.”
“Not yet, naughty girl. Not yet.” He tugged harder, forcing my head back, exposing my neck as a vampire would do before feasting on his prey’s blood.
I whimpered not really out of pain but out of anticipation. My body sizzled in need, and my very core screamed for more. Every word, every touch, every single thing about Thomas set my body aflame. He was right. I should be screaming. I should be fighting. I should be resisting this nightmare the best I could. Instead, I welcomed it. No… I fucking craved it. Thomas was right. I was broken. I was shattered. I was scattered into a million pieces and needed the brothers to fix me. I needed the fix. I needed this sickness.
“Stand up,” he commanded. “Stand right in front of me between my legs.”
I did as he asked, though how I stood on such weakened legs, I had no idea. My head felt light and my breathing felt tight.
“Part your pussy for me. I want to see my naughty girl.”
Never imagining myself engaged in such an act as this, I did as he asked. As if I were hypnotized by the silkiness of his directions—because that was the only thing that could explain the complete madness that was raging through me—I brought my shaky fingers to my smooth pussy lips and spread them wide for his viewing.
Thomas reached up and pushed his thumb into my mouth. “Suck my thumb, dirty girl. Suck on it good so I can rub it around that tiny clit of yours until you scream for me to fuck you.”
I ran my tongue against the rough and callused skin and never moved my fingers from my pussy. I was still spreading myself wide as I sucked on his thumb just as he wanted me to do. My eyes connected with his for a split moment, and I wondered if it was hunger I saw hidden in their depths.
“Beg for my cock. I told you that you would eventually beg for it. So, beg.” He pulled his thumb out of my mouth and pressed it against my clit.
I cried out in pleasure but held my position. I didn’t want to let go of my spread lips in fear he would stop the most wicked of his touches so far.
“Beg,” he commanded again.
“Please, sir. My little hole wants to be spread open by your cock.” The words were so natural. They seemed to flow from my lips without the slightest hesitation or thought.
His ministrations froze and he chuckled. “Oh, my dirty, dirty girl. Having you call me sir was for Stefano’s benefit and request… but I like it. I think we’ll keep it that way. And I think I finally have found your first real punishment. That building orgasm inside of you will remain right where it is.” He spanked my pussy hard, forcing me to release the spread of my skin. “For now.”
Thomas stood up and pushed me down on all fours. “Stay bent over,” he said.
I tried to regain my breath and steady my raging emotions. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t process. All I could do was stare at my spread fingers against the wooden floor as I heard the sound of a belt being removed from the loops of Thomas’s pants.
“Every single night and every single morning you will receive a lashing from my belt. The severity will all depend on how good of a girl you have been leading up to it.”