Chapter 7

ChapterSeven

River

“You have her under control?” Celeste asks as she rolls sheer nylons up her legs.

“Yes, she’s neutralized for now. Bitch knows if she steps out of line, I’ll walk her like a dog.”

Celeste laughs as she approaches me, wrapping her arms around my neck and attempting to kiss me. I remove her arms and step back, wracked by a shiver of disgust. I’m gonna have to bleach my skin later.

My fingers twitch with the urge to wrap around her scrawny neck and watch the light leave her eyes. “We don’t do that anymore, Celeste.”

Celeste flinches as if I’ve slapped her. Wish I fucking had. Bitch deserves it.

Celeste adjusts her reaction quickly, moves to her dresser, and spritzes herself. The putrid stench of her perfume penetrates the air like poisonous gas. “She better be prepared for David. If she embraces me, I’ll have to take extreme measures.”

The fuck she will. If Celeste has any idiotic notions about laying a hand on Ella, I’ll kill her. Nothing will stop me from putting the bitch down like a rabid dog. “She’ll be ready. Don’t you worry about it.”

Celeste turns to me and smiles. It’s fuckin’ weird that the bitch looks uglier than usual. When someone smiles, their face lights up, but with Celeste, a smile is impending doom lurking on the horizon.

“Good. I expect to see your handiwork at dinner tonight.”

Celeste gestures toward a dress bag on her bed. “Ensure she gets that. I expect her to wear it to the ball. David explicitly told me it’s his favorite color.”

I nod and grit my teeth before I say something to fuck everything up. Lifting the garment bag, I sling it over my shoulder and storm out before she says another damn word.

My heart races, and I attempt to calm its frantic beat as I walk down the excruciatingly long corridor to Ella’s room. Fuck, I hate this house. When we get out of here, I want to move into some place smaller, newer. The only good thing about this house is that it’s nestled in the forest, away from the world outside. That part I like. Maybe we could get a house in a forest far from here. It would be nice to be surrounded by nature instead of the carnage of human indecency. The only three people I want to see for the rest of my life are Alaric, Asher, and Ella.

I don’t knock on Ella’s door, barging in without warning. I don’t want any barriers or rules with her, but to achieve that, she’ll have to trust us, and that shit takes time.

She sits on one of the wingback chairs nestled in the room’s corner, her eyes cast down as her hands glide over her bare legs. I’d do anything to remove her anxiety. I want to see her happy, but that won’t happen until we get rid of that decrepit bitch.

“You ready?” I ask, stripping every ounce of emotion from my words. It’s the only fucking way I can get through it all—make myself a robot. It’s that or the clown, my coping mechanisms.

Ella looks so defeated, and I’m not about to add to it by showing my trepidation and worry.

“Sit,” she demands, pointing to the bed where Alaric and Asher are seated.

I raise an eyebrow. “Whoa, who died?”

My boys look like shit. Alaric looks worse than Asher.

“Sit down,” Alaric orders.

Asher and I have made peace with Ella being involved, but it’s still a point of contention for Alaric. He’s petrified of her seeing what he’s capable of, worried she’ll run from him rather than Celeste. But it’s better that she understands. If she’s going to be with us, she needs to know who we are, every single part, not just the bits and pieces we show her.

I plop down on the bed and stare at her. “What’s up, baby girl?”

“I want to start the training now, the three of us. I don’t want Celeste to have the power,” Ella blurts. I open my mouth to speak, but she holds up her hand. “Stop. I know what you’re about to say. I understand what’s required to convince Celeste you’ve made me a pawn in her game.” She turns her gaze to Alaric. “I’ll put on a good show, make it appear like you’ve broken me. Don’t worry. I understand I’m expected to be nothing but a trained dog willing to do any trick Celeste deems fit. But I need you to fuck me without the show. I don’t know why I want this, but I do, and since the three of you have twisted me up in so many ways, you’re going to give me this.”

“No.” Alaric stands, stomping his feet. “I can’t believe you want us to fuck you the way she demands. What the fuck is wrong with you, Ella?”

“Why not?” Asher asks. “We’ve already had sex. She knows our distinct edges. It’s not like you were sweet. You wouldn’t even come in her. You pulled your usual shit and abandoned her emotionally, shutting yourself off like a fuckin’ asshole. She knows who we are, Alaric. The wool has already been ripped from her eyes. We’re about to show her far fucking worse, so we may as well give her a taste of the nightmare she’s agreed to be a part of.” River shrugs, biting his lip ring, before he adds, “We all want her. There’s no denying that. So what’s the problem?”

“Good question, Asher,” Ella says. “Mind answering it, Alaric? You had no problem having sex with me before. If memory serves me correctly, you started all this. You came to me, sprinkling sweetness, deceiving me into believing notions I had no business believing in.”

“That was a mistake. We wrapped you up in this shit. In our shit. If we’d stayed away, never touched you, you would’ve been off living your life after your father died. But you stayed. You stayed because of us. I won’t give you a frayed thread to hold onto. Once this is over, you live your life. Without our bullshit.”

“Okay,” I say, annoyed with Alaric’s self-righteous bullshit. I pull my black sweater over my head and display my bare chest. “You can sit in that chair over there, and Asher and I will have a good time.”

What’s Alaric going to do? Punch me? Stomp his feet like a petulant child and sulk? I know he won’t kill me. Fucker is too weak. He’d never hurt someone he has affection for. It’s how Celeste has held him under her thumb for all these years.

I walk up to Ella and almost cum from the lust in her eyes. “You want to be fucked? Forced to be our obedient little whore? You don’t have to ask me twice. Take out my cock, baby girl.”

Ella drops to her knees, and her hands shake as she works the button of my black jeans. She lowers the zipper and pulls my pants down my legs, unleashing my hard dick.

My heart pounds and my hands tremble as I wrap her hair around my finger, gently tugging her head back and forcing her to look at me. “You sure?”

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“Beg for it.”

“Pardon?” She looks like a fucking goddess as she searches my eyes. More than a goddess because Aphrodite has nothing on her beauty.

“You heard me, baby girl. If you want this dick, I wanna hear you beg like a good little slut.”

Ella bats her eyes at me. I don’t know if it’s from shock or the rush of playing the game. It’s one of my favorite things about Ella—she’s unpredictable.

You’d never think she’d be prepared to partake in the shit we do. That she’s the girl who turns the other cheek no matter what you do or say, and her philosophy is to let bygones be bygones and all that shit. But it turns out that Ella is no docile kitten scared by her own shadow. Nor a forgiving Madonna who sacrifices herself to keep the peace. She’s a ferocious lioness out for blood, and there’s nothing hotter to me. It’s glaring proof that Ella Isn’t going to break when things get tough. Instead, she’ll ride into the storm with us and fight.

“Please, River. Let me taste you,” she pleads.

Fuck. The way her bottom lip juts out slightly consumes me with ecstasy.

“I promise to be a good girl for you, Daddy. Can I please have a taste of your lollipop?”

Jesus, she did not just say that. My body grows hot, and I’m flustered. I’ve never been flustered. I want to push the boundaries and see what she says when it’s not a show. To witness how dirty this girl is when we’re hidden from the world. No one around but us.

“Look at you, Ella. A perfect girl begging to suck my cock like a pathetic whore.” I pull her hair hard and yank her head back. My face is less than an inch from hers. “But I don’t want to be your daddy, Ella. I already have a role.” I move back and loosen my grip on her hair. “Now, let’s try this again. Why don’t you tell your big brother how much you want to suck his dick? Tell me, little sister, how wet you are thinking about choking on your brother’s cock.”

“Your little sister wants to taste her big brother’s cock. Can I please?”

“That’s a good girl.” I grip my shaft and hit her face with my dick before she opens her mouth and offers me her pretty pink tongue. Moving closer, I suck her flesh between my lips, sucking her tongue like it’s a cock. I pull back and smile, watching as her eyes fixate on my fully erect dick. “Go ahead, Sis. Show me what a good little cock whore you are.”

Her soft tongue licks along her full lips before she cranks her neck forward and wraps that perfect little mouth around the tip of my cock, pushing down to suck me fully. I guide her head gently, maneuvering it up and down my shaft, savoring how her tongue worships every vein and manipulates my senses with slow, seductive circles.

“Eyes on me, Sis. Look at your big brother.” Ella gazes up at me, and I’m so turned on that it’s a miracle my balls don’t unload in her mouth immediately. I kick her knees apart and edge the toe of my boot over her panty-covered cunt, making her moan along my dick. “You’re a dirty little whore, Ella. Did Daddy know he raised such a fucking slut? I sure as fuck don’t think my mommy dearest knows what she’s playing with. You enjoy being humiliated, used, and discarded.” I laugh as I press the toe of my boot harder against her cunt, and her moans escalate. Holy shit. How much of a freak is our little princess?

“Is this a two-man show, or can anyone join in?” Asher asks as he kneels in front of me. I don’t say a word as I watch him dip his head and suck my balls deep into his mouth.

Fuck. There’s nothing, and I mean nothing, better than having two mouths on your cock. That’s not true. A tongue in my asshole would have taken this to another level, but no man in his right mind would turn down this slice of sexual heaven.

Alaric hides in the room’s corner, thinking the shadows will shield him from my gaze, but I know he’s turned on. Good. I hope the fucker wallows in his damn self-righteous bullshit.

Pulling my cock from Ella’s mouth, I palm it and present it to Asher. “Why don’t you share, Ella? Good fuck toys need to know their place.”

Ella nods, and Asher opens his mouth wide as I ram my dick deep down his throat. No mercy. No gentleness. Just primal instinct. But Asher is used to this. He craves it. Don’t get it twisted; Asher can dominate, but he also likes to be used. I bet he’d get off on Ella using him. Something tells me she’ll need somewhere to direct her frustration for this to work between us.

Ella licks her lips and smiles as I thrust into Asher’s waiting mouth. Yup, I was right.

“Force him down on my cock, Ella,” I urge. “Take control of him. I bet he’d love knowing that he’s beneath a worthless slut like you. Such a good little pup. Asher has been sucking his brothers’ dicks for a long time. He fell asleep with a cock in his mouth like a baby sucking on a pacifier.” I thrust my hips into Asher’s mouth, never taking my eyes off Ella. “Why don’t you show me those big tits?”

Ella turns beet red as she moves her hands behind her back and unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the floor.

I nod in approval. “Take off your panties and get on the bed. I want you on your hands and knees, legs apart.”

Ella gets off her knees and pulls her panties down before doing as I instructed—on the bed, knees apart, giving me the perfect view of her fuck holes.

My mouth waters as I stare at her dripping pussy. “Give us a show, slut. Rub that dirty cunt.”

She moves one hand between her legs and rubs her clit with her index finger in small, gentle circles.

“You got any toys, baby girl?”

“Yes,” she pants, “In the nightstand.”

I step away from Asher, open the top drawer, and laugh as I see the selection of dildos and vibrators. There goes my impression that Little Miss Perfect is naïve. Based on her treasure trove, she’s no such thing. Not only are there dildos, some of questionable size, but also nipple and clit clamps, some of which look painful.

“Damn, Ella. Who knew you were a freak?” Lifting a giant dildo, I wave it in the air. “When you shove this up those holes, do you imagine it’s one of us? You dream about us filling your pathetic pussy and ass, don’t you, baby girl?”

Ella doesn’t respond, so I smack her ass with the silicone. “It’s rude to ignore your big brother when he asks you a question.”