Chapter 16

How is it possible that she tastes even better than the first time I tasted her? I swirl my tongue around the inside of her pussy and she moans even though I know she doesn’t want to enjoy this. Right now she hates us both, but I know in time that will change. One day soon she’ll be begging for us to make her come.

Drake pulls her delicious body away from me and lifts her into his arms, and lays her in the middle of the bed. “Hands and knees,” he orders. She looks fucking gorgeous, naked and waiting for us, even as she trembles with fear.

We both take our pants and underwear off quickly. Neither of us has any interest in delaying this. Both my brother and I have been waiting far too long to take what now belongs to us. I climb on the bed. “Spread your legs.”

She parts her legs, and I don’t waste time before slamming inside her. When she opens wide on a strangled moan, Drake slides between her lips. He grips her head and fucks her mouth while I hold on to her hips and thrust inside her cunt. She gags around his dick while I slam into her. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Natalia doesn’t take part. I know she will say she didn’t want this, but she has no choice. She will come for us. Reaching underneath her, I pinch her clit, causing her to whimper as Drake groans, “Fuck Pretty Girl, your tears are beautiful.”

She cries, and Drake plugs her nose as she gasps for breath. I rub her clit while I continue fucking her and then he lets go so she can breathe through her nose again, and she comes violently, her cunt clenches my cock, as her back arches, and she screams as much as she can with a dick in her mouth. My brother finishes in her mouth while I finish in her sweet pussy.

Drake pulls out of her mouth with a glare, “Fucking swallow or I will get dressed and go kill her. Letting her go means nothing. Do as you’re told or she’s dead.”

I can’t see her face, but I assume she swallowed when he says, “That’s our girl.”

Natalia gets up and folds her arms over her chest. Her eyes dart between the two of us with pure anger. “Can I at least sleep in a different room?”

Drake chuckles as he steps toward her and takes her chin into his hands. Tilting her head back, he smirks, “No, Pretty Girl, you may not. You’ll sleep between us, and you won’t get out of bed without permission.”

I fight the laughter because I know he wants to make sure my cock doesn’t come near him. I would never touch my brother sexually, but if a part of our bodies touch, it’s not the end of the world.

Natalia glares at Drake. “I wonder what Domenic is going to think about this.”

Before he makes a move, I know it’s coming. He grabs her by the throat and pushes her down onto the bed as she struggles in his grip. Drake squeezes slightly, restricting her breathing but not completely cutting it off as I stand watching with a hard cock. Cutting off her air supply is my brother’s kink, not mine. Yet, her wiggling helplessly underneath him is my kink. I enjoy seeing her fight him, even though this is not a struggle she’ll ever win. Like it or not, we have all the power.

“Spread your fucking legs,” my brother growls, while tears stream down Natalia’s face. She squeezes her thighs closed tightly, refusing to let him have her. But all three of us know the end result.

He grins sardonically. “Is this the choice you really want to make?”

Loosening his hand on her throat, she coughs out, “Are you going to kill me?”

Drake once again squeezes her throat. “Not before I fuck this sweet little cunt again. Now spread your legs before I kill your sister while you watch, and then I’ll finish you off.”

Instantly she opens her legs while she trembles underneath him, clearly terrified his words of intent are true, although they aren’t. I sincerely doubt Drake even has it in him to end her life, regardless I’d never allow him to take her from us permanently. Her eyes widen as her lips part with a gasp when he plows into her with punishing force. I stand next to her head with my cock in my hand, stroking myself to every little noise she makes.

“Pretend you don’t fucking love this, Pretty Little Slut,” Drake groans as he rails her like he hates her half as much as she hates him right now. She turns her head to me, watching me as I fuck my fist and I know she likes it even though she’ll keep denying it. I run my thumb across her bottom lip. “Suck.”

She tightens her lips in refusal. Drake reaches up and plugs her nose, which forces her to open her mouth, and I insert two fingers. “Suck.” Listening to her gag when I hit the back of her throat with my fingers takes me over the edge. Ropes of my cum land on her cheeks, lips, and neck. I’m not so much of an asshole, so I intentionally avoid her eyes. Her body arches, lips part as she cries out. I remove my fingers while I watch her cum soaked face as she writhes in pleasure. Drake groans as he finishes inside her pussy while I rub my seed into her skin. When he pulls out, she says matter-of-factly, “I need a shower.”

“Our guys packed some of your things. Everything you need should be in the bathroom,” Drake says as she gets up to go take a shower. He calls after her, “Don’t lock the door.”

Natalia

I standin the bathroom staring at myself in the mirror. The reflection I can’t look away from has the word pig written across her soft abdomen. My sister is with me every moment of every day. As if she’s standing behind me with disgust, she shouts out words that permeate my brain.

Slut. Whore. Pig. Not good enough.

I spent years trying to figure out why Nicole hates me so much, but I’ve never figured it out. And does it really matter? Maybe I didn’t do anything to earn her contempt. My lacking could be all it took. Knowing the true reason won’t change the fact that she can’t stand me.

After grabbing my cosmetic bag, I zip it open and glance inside, in an instant relief floods me.

It’s here.

I turn on the enormous shower. It has a large shower head on all three black granite walls. It takes me a minute to realize there’s a control on the wall so you can use one, two or all three waterfalls. Grabbing my razor blade from my bag, I step into the shower and under the warm water.

Taking the blade, I cut the inside of my upper arm, hissing at the sting. This is my preferred spot because as long as my arms are not raised, it’s not noticeable. I hold my arm away from the water as the pain clears my mind; the blood streaming down to my fingertips. I close my eyes and enjoy the silence. When I cut, the ridicule that plays constantly in my mind fades away. The dislike from my mother and my sister. The pure hatred aimed at me by my father. It all lies dormant.

My peace is short-lived as the shower door is yanked open by a furious Drake. “What the fuck are you doing?”

I stand staring blankly at him because I don’t know how to respond or if I even need to. I have a razor blade in my left hand. Blood drips from my right one and I think it’s obvious what I’m doing. He doesn’t give a shit about me. Nobody does. So I don’t understand why he appears to be so angry. Although pissed off seems to be his default setting. Dante rushes into the bathroom with concern etched on his face. My gaze darts between the two of them as Drake holds his hand out. “Give me the fucking blade.”

I still stand frozen on the spot as I attempt to figure out what to do. I can’t let him have it, that much I know. Because I need it. Someone who doesn’t cut will never understand. If you don’t need the physical pain to numb the emotional, you can’t comprehend it.

“Now Natalia,” Drake orders.