2. Cian

Blood sticks to my boots,thick and congealing. Each step reminds me of the carnage we left behind under the stage. The Quinn sons are now just lifeless bodies, their father's sins etched into their skin by my hand and Victoria's. Asher is still out there, whispering Victoria's name like a haunting shadow, and his turn is next.

"Luke," I say sharply, my voice breaking the tense silence that follows violence. We need a clean-up crew here. This is too much for us right in the middle of campus in the late morning. "Call Sinclair; he'll get it sorted."

Luke doesn't flinch; he never does. His icy gaze meets mine for a moment before he nods, already reaching for his phone to contact the newly appointed Gannon Captain to get this mess wiped out of existence. Efficiency and lethality are second nature to Luke - traits that make him invaluable to me.

"Got it, Cian." His Scottish accent slices through the air, as precise as a sharpened blade.

I watch him whisper words of authority, feeling the weight of my leadership on my shoulders. Luke can handle this task and any other. He follows my orders, and the Quinn sons will soon be erased from existence under the stage.

I turn away, my mind dark as the maw we just left. Asher Quinn will learn soon enough. You come for what's mine; you pay in blood.

Without another word, we head across campus, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, but covered in blood, that's pretty hard to do.

"Classes will have to wait," I murmur to Victoria.

"Yeah," she replies. "Home."

We're back at Victoria's townhouse within minutes, and the air writhes with tension as we each disappear to our rooms. In the shower, water sluices off my skin, trying to wash away the grime of violence and the stench of blood. Each droplet is a reminder—of the blood spilt, the threat looming, and the raw need gnawing at me.

Victoria.

My brain pounds with the thought.

I need her.

I dry off roughly and don't bother getting dressed. With my skin still damp, I stride down the hall to her door with urgency clawing at my chest.

The door opens without a sound, revealing her in her en-suite. Mist from her shower clings to her like a lover I want to rip away. She's reaching for a towel, but I'm quicker. My hand wraps around her wrist, pulling her towards me.

Her eyes widen, but my mouth crashes onto hers before she can speak or protest. No tenderness, no hesitation - just raw, brutal need. Our wet bodies press together, slick and urgent.

"I need you," I growl against her lips. It's not a request; it's a fierce declaration, a promise. She responds, fuelling the fire. This isn't about love - it's possession, desperation, a primal claiming that requires no words, only action.

Our kiss is a clash, a battle for dominance we both crave and surrender to. Her hands claw at my back, nails digging in, and I welcome the pain. It's proof that we're alive, that despite the darkness that surrounds us, this connection, however twisted, is real.

"Victoria," I rasp, my voice rough, every syllable soaked with lust and assertion. She's mine, and right now, I'll take what I need.

She gasps as Luke and Gianluca enter the room, towels slung around their hips.

"Now?" I ask her. This is her show, she runs it.

"Now."

That one word is all any of us needs.

Victoria gasps as Luke and Gianluca ravage her with a ferocious hunger. Their touch is cold and cruel, leaving marks on every inch of her skin. I watch with a mixture of disgust and fascination, my desires stirred by the depravity of the woman I can't breathe without, torn from my grasp and ravaged by my two best friends in front of me.

Dragging her to the bed, my fingers dig into Victoria's hips, pulling her back onto me with a force that leaves no room for doubt. Ownership. That's what this is about—a primal claiming that goes beyond the bedroom and into the very essence of our beings.

"Mine," I growl against her ear, the word punctuated with a punishing drive into her cunt. She's responsive, her body writhing, craving more, always more.

Beside us, Gianluca moves like a man possessed. His mouth latches onto Victoria's skin, his teeth grazing, then sinking in until marks appear. His lips are relentless, his grip bruising. Every kiss, every bite, is a declaration—she belongs to all of us, but right now, she's under his spell.

"More," Victoria gasps as she takes over and rides me with her pussy, her tits in Gianluca's mouth and hands as Luke's fingers snake down her body to her clit.

Luke's fingers tease her, torment her, coaxing moans from Victoria's lips that echo the dark hunger in the room. His eyes are locked with mine, a silent challenge and acknowledgement of the twisted knot our lives have woven. We're bound by blood, lust, and a loyalty that's tested with every gasp and shudder she makes.

I match her rhythm, each thrust a more profound claim, a branding of flesh and soul. Her cries crescendo as Luke's relentless movements drive her towards the edge.

Gianluca's growls mix with her pleas. He is rough, remorseless – but it's what she craves, what we all need to feel alive in this depraved maze we navigate daily.

As the tension builds, our bodies move urgently, more focused on staking our claim in a world where nothing is certain.

"Fuck, yes," I grunt as I feel her cunt tighten around my cock, her body a vice that threatens to shatter my control.

She explodes first, a silent scream written across her face as waves of pleasure crash over her.

I'm not going to be far behind. My cock is slick with her cum as it slides in and out, the friction maddening. Luke's fingers are relentless, driving her further into ecstasy, while Gianluca's teeth never relent, biting her roughly, leaving his mark all over her exquisite skin.

It's a race to the edge, a competition where everyone wins, but no one holds back. I feel myself nearing the brink as my thrusts become erratic, desperate. We're chasing oblivion together, seeking that moment of pure release where nothing else exists.

Luke leans over her body from behind. "Come for us again," he commands.

Victoria shudders on top of me, her second climax triggering mine. My vision whites out as I spill myself inside her, dumping my cum into her hot little pussy.

It's carnal anarchy—a union of bodies and souls intertwined in the darkness that can only be found on the razor's edge between violence and pleasure.

Victoria is ripped from me in the next second as Gianluca takes over. She squirms against him as my cum pours out of her cunt. It's a sight I never thought would be okay with me, but here we are.

Panting, I sit back as G thrusts his fingers into her with a low growl.

Luke's hand is on her throat, gentle but firm, a silent assertion of control. Her eyes are wide, glazed with lust, and a silent plea for more. He squeezes ever so slightly, watching her reaction closely.

"Harder," she chokes out between laboured breaths, pushing back against Gianluca, who matches her every move. His fingers are cruel, uncompromising as they drive into her, coated with the evidence of our shared depravity.

I watch them, my chest heaving, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. We are a tangle of limbs and twisted desires on the expensive sheets.

Gianluca curses under his breath as she clenches around him. "Fucking hell," he pants as he replaces his fingers with his cock while Victoria's cunt is still spasming from her orgasm.

She's a mess of cum and blood from Gianluca's bites, her lips swollen from kisses. The sight of her, so debauched, so utterly ours, is intoxicating.

A savage grin spreads across Luke's face, a predator basking in the thrill of the chase. He lets go of her neck, only to land a harsh slap across her ass cheek. The sound echoes through the room, a stark reminder that this isn't gentle; it's ownership.

"Fuck," Victoria moans, her voice laced with pain and pleasure. She's a whirlwind of contradictions, strong yet vulnerable under our hands.

Gianluca pounds into her like a machine, relentless and unapologetic. Each thrust pushes my cum deeper inside her, marking her as ours on a level that goes beyond skin deep.

I'm silent, watching the scene unfold. The way she arches into every hit and thrust tells me everything I need to know—she's not just accepting this; she's revelling in it.

My hand finds its way to my cock, stroking myself as Gianluca fucks her. It's rough, carnal, the kind of fucking that blurs lines and breaks barriers. Victoria is lost in it, consumed by our collective desire.

Luke stands back for a moment, watching us with darkened eyes before he moves in behind her and shoves her roughly forward. G collapses back to the bed, moving around so that Victoria straddles him. Luke presses close to her back and grips his cock. Without warning, he shoves it into her pussy alongside G's.

Victoria screams, a raw sound that cuts through the thick tension of the room. Two cocks buried deep inside her, stretching, filling her to the brim. Her head falls back against Luke's shoulder as he starts to move, his thrusts calculated and precise, pushing G deeper with every motion.

G groans beneath her, hands gripping her hips so hard they'll surely leave bruises. They move in tandem, a perfect machine of pleasure and pain designed to break and rebuild her with every stroke.

"Take it," I rasp, voice hoarse and hungry for more of the show unfolding before me.

Luke's eyes flicker to me, ice melting into something darker, something feral. He nods once, sharply, and his pace quickens. Victoria's moans crescendo into cries that she can't contain, the overwhelming sensation sending shockwaves through all of us.

Her cunt clamps down on them. I can see the strain on Luke's face as he fights for control while G simply lets go, fucking up into her with each jerk of his cock as he unloads.

The grip on her hips tightens into an almost crushing embrace. She thrashes under their combined weight and force, a painted portrait of pure debauchery—a perfect muse for our darkest desires.

Victoria collapses onto Gianluca, spent and gasping. But Luke doesn't relent; he fucks her through it, through Gianluca's and my cum. Mixing us inside her. Binding us to her and to each other.

Then Luke gives one final shove and grunts, his release shooting into her, marking his territory even though there's nothing left to claim—we've already staked it all.

Sweat glazes their bodies, reflecting the dim light like war paint. There's a brief silence where only heavy breathing is heard.

I lean forward, my hand falling away from my cock. It's not just about getting off anymore; this is more visceral than that.

Victoria turns her head slightly towards me; her eyes are luminous with tears and raw passion. "More," she whispers, a single word that has us groaning with lust.

Gianluca pulls away, leaving her empty for only a moment before I move towards her, driven by an insatiable hunger.

Laying her down on her back, I part her thighs, relishing the sight of our cum dripping from her cunt. Dropping my head, I suck her clit into my mouth, tasting our cum coating my tongue.

"Fuck!" she screams, her hands going into my hair as it turns her on to see me like this. "Fuck! Cian!" My hands grip her waist, my nails digging in as I set a brutal pace with my tongue.

Luke and G know this is about possession as much as pleasure as they surround us.

She's tight around my fingers as I thrust them deep into her, my mouth working her clit. She's still quivering from the dual assault she just endured. Her hands claw at the sheets now, her moans deafening with each of my thrusts.

Luke's voice breaks through her cries. "She's perfect like this, isn't she? Broken down and built back up for us."

I grunt in response because words are beyond me now; there's only the primal need to claim and reclaim.

Victoria reaches for me again, her fingers tangling in my hair and tugging me close so I can eat her out hard. It's a mess of teeth and tongue - punishing and raw.

Her back arches off the bed as another orgasm approaches. I can feel it in the way her body starts to tremble.

She's a live wire, electricity coursing through her veins, and we're the conductors. Luke's hands are on her again, one hand exerts pressure on her throat, the other tweaking a nipple sharply. The combination draws another shattered cry from Victoria's lips.

"Harder," she rasps.

I don't hold back. My fingers slam into her with a force that echoes off the walls while my mouth devours her. She's responsive, so fucking responsive.

We're in a frenzy now, each touch and thrust pushing us further into this hedonistic chaos we've created.

Luke's eyes burn with a fierce light as he watches us. He reaches down to stroke himself, keeping time with my thrusts.

Victoria's orgasm hits like an earthquake, shaking her to the core; she convulses around my fingers, clamping down hard enough to trap them inside her spasming cunt.

I slow down for nothing and nobody. My mouth is relentless on her clit – I want to wring every last drop of pleasure from her body until she can't remember a time before this moment.

She comes apart under us—shattered and perfect. We rebuild her in the dark image we've crafted, a reflection of our twisted desires. Gasping, she rides the wave.

We don't relent. Can't. She's the flame that ignites our darkest parts. G's hands find Victoria's, intertwining fingers in a grip that speaks of control as much as support.

Luke straightens up, eyes never leaving the squirming, moaning mess below him. He's silent, but his presence is loud—the air shifts with the weight of his lust, heavy and oppressive.

I pull away from her just enough to look into those clouded eyes. "Yours," she gasps.

"Always," I confirm with a growl before plunging my cock into her soaking wet pussy.

We break her down with every thrust and lick; we build her up with every gasp and shudder. She's ours. In the heart of our darkness, we find an obscene solace. Breathing heavily, I press my forehead against hers, eyes locked onto those dilated orbs that scream of wanton abandon. It undoes me completely, every last thread of control snapping like a worn rope. My thrusts grow erratic, a clear sign of my approaching edge. Luke and G watch with fierce intensity as I ride her into blissful oblivion.

"Give it to her," Luke murmurs. "She can take it." His voice cuts through the fog of my desire. I respond with a nod, feeling the ripples of Victoria's tight pussy as she climaxes around me again.

My groans mix with her cries, a symphony of depravity that fills the room. She wraps her legs tighter around me; she's pulling me in, deeper and deeper.

Victoria is demolished yet insatiable.

With one last thrust, my cock unloads my cum into her, and when the haze clears slightly, we all collapse onto the bed. She's drenched in sweat and cum, but she's smiling—a broken doll pieced back together by us.