CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

"Please," she begs.

Over the last few days, my conscience has been nagging at me. After all, taking my stepson up the ass and diving into this three-way relationship isn't very fatherly.

Now, hearing Amara's story, my self-doubts have been obliterated. I feel like I should get a father of the fucking year mug.

I knew who her parents were. Everyone who lives in New York has heard of the Carmichaels. What I didn't know was they hated their daughter.

Miserable assholes. It took me six months of just looking at her, and I'm falling for this girl. The woman who makes the unconventional love I have for my stepson feel right.

She doesn't need those fuckers. She has us. She'll always have us.

"Begging." My hands are on my belt and I unbuckle it, enjoying the way both Amara and Carter's eyes latch on my movements. "I like that."

"Me too." Carter smirks.

"Get her on her knees." I unzip my pants.

Carter manhandles her without an ounce of grace. Brutal. Fucking hot. Just how she likes it. Her eyes glimmer at his touch, her cheeks flushing.

"Beautiful girl." My cock jerks in my hand when I take myself out, stroking slowly. "I seem to remember your mouth stretches as well as your ass."

Her ripped dress rests in tatters beneath her.

Perverse thoughts course through me, of dressing her in our staff outfit later. We're going to roleplay sometime in the near future. We'll still be the hotel owners.

But Amara will be the little maid who begs us to keep her job.

One day.

"Why, are you planning to fuck me together there? I don't think it works that way," she sasses.

"Brat." I tug on her hair, slapping her naughty lips with my cock. Precum smears on her mouth, and she greedily licks it when I pull back.

"Pet, we're not that sadistic. You are getting both of them, though."

"In your mouth."

Her bottom lip drops. Her breaths become shallow. "Two?"

"What's the matter, little cum slut?" Carter unbuckles and rolls his fly down. He releases his cock, slapping her cheek with the pierced tip. "There I was, thinking I heard you begging for pain."

He strokes himself once, twice, and a bead of precum leaks out.

Biting back a groan, I turn back to Amara, tipping her chin up. Her eyes dance from me to him. To the knife he's still holding in his free hand.

"Don't think you can take us?" I'm greedy, demanding her attention.

"I—" she starts.

Carter presses his thumb in her bottom lip, shoving it down. He slides the knife into her mouth with the blunt edge of the blade first.

I'm turned on. So fucking hard at the sight of her white teeth closing in on the metal. Her growl is that of a caged animal. And I love that. Way more than I should.

"Doesn't matter what she thinks." Carter removes the knife from her mouth. Pressing the sharp point to her shoulder, he carves the letter O as she hisses, before tossing it to the side.

My sick fucking mind loves that too.

Amara doesn't cry out, just runs her fingers over the area she can't see. Moans. Tries making sense of what Carter carved there.

"O," he growls in her ear. His sick and satisfied tone doesn't escape me. "O for ours, pet. Always ours."

Her smile—psychotic and reminding me so much of Carter's—splits her face in half.

He straightens, and we're standing shoulder to shoulder.

"Show us what a good girl you are. Suck us together." I push my cock between her parted lips. "We'll make you come so hard, they might even hear you behind these soundproof walls."

She gags as I shove the rest of my cock all the way down her throat.

"Fuck," I groan, grabbing the back of her head. Pinning her face to my groin.

Tears glisten in her eyes as I fuck her face, stretching her mouth. Spit dribbles down her chin. Her teeth graze my shaft.

I only stop pummeling into her hot little mouth when Carter's hand comes to her cheek.

"Open, dirty girl." He hooks his finger to the corner of her mouth, stretching it for him. "That's it."

Her lips stretch, and her chocolate brown eyes widen. Carter holds the base of his cock, guiding himself toward her mouth while sliding his length against mine.

And then the two of us are inside her.

One curse after the other slip past my lips as we start rolling our hips. Or maybe it's Carter's. No, it's both of us.

This feels so good. Too good to be tamed. So much pleasure can't be contained in an organ as small as our lungs.

We fuck her mouth, the head of Carter's cock rubbing against mine. His piercing chafing my throbbing tip. Our balls slap her chin, where more spit trickles.

Carter's hand and mine meet on Amara's head where we each grab a chunk of her hair.

Her moans and eager gaze below us are just. Fucking. Perfect.

"I don't want to come so fast. Not without her." Carter slows the rhythm of his thrusts. He tightens his grip on her hair. "But fuck, I'm getting there."

I'm with him there. Close enough to spend my seed in her mouth. Still aware of my surroundings, though. I refuse to go there by myself.

So I pull out of Amara's mouth. Without questioning me, Carter follows, holding her in place as she retches.

"Exquisite, beautiful little thing." I arrange her on her back. Carter loses his clothes behind us. "I promised you you'd scream, didn't I?"

"Don't pity fuck me." She bares her teeth, threatening me.

Only two people in this world can do that without having their hearts ripped out of their chests. Both of them are in this room with me.

My eyebrows lower on my forehead. "Never." I rise to dispose of my shoes, pants, and the rest of my suit.

"You're about to get railed. Hard." Carter holds his cock out like he's wielding a weapon. "No one's motherfucking pitying you, pet."

Neither of us will show pity or mercy for her parents, either. That'll come later.

For now, this is all about her. She deserves the world.

We kneel next to her. It's then that I notice it. A drop of blood stains on her bottom lip. She got hurt from taking us together.

A feral growl rises in my throat. I bend to lick the blood off her. The same moment Carter does. Our tongues entwine. Our lips brush. Our teeth inflict pain. Not pity. Not mercy. None of that.

Amara is kinky to the core, even when her heart is hurting. She kisses us back, then just Carter when I lick up the dried tears on her skin. Devour the taste of our cocks on her tongue. Revel in our joined, depraved needs.

"Spread your legs wider," I demand. I don't wait though, pulling one to my side. Carter mirrors my actions.

I watch Amara's arousal dripping from her pussy to her crack to the floor. Think of the pints of blood that's had to be cleaned from this room. The intestines Carter carved out when he's in one of his creative moods.

We're mauling her body in a warzone. The images thrust another wave of adrenaline into my veins, and I act. I shove three fingers in her pussy, up to the last knuckle.

She screams, her back arching as if she's been hit by lightning. Carter and I sit up, watching her pained expression from above with rapt attention. Her eyes are crazed and her twisted lips curve up into a satisfied grin.

"Your screams are going to make me blow my load, A." Carter pinches her clit while I drive my fingers deep into her, over and over again. "Do it again."

"You'll need to hurt me for that," Amara snarls, challenging him.

"My absolute pleasure." He twists her clit and tugs on it.

Her cry pierces our ears. At that moment, I understand his obsession with her even more. She makes abusing her so fucking worth it.

His cock jerks at the sight. As does mine. We give her everything we've got, degrading and praising her in tandem.

"Touch him." Her voice is shaky. "Touch each other."

"Look at you," I blurt out. I'm not an affectionate man, but she drags it out of me. Forces words I haven't spoken before. "Dirty and perfect."

"She is." Carter's fingers wrap around my length.

I grab his face. Amara's unhinged smirk is a satisfied one. It soon changes when we bring her to the edge. Abuse and attend to her pussy that squeezes on my fingers. It doesn't take her long to shudder. To cry out for us.

"On your back," I bark at Carter. Turning to the sated Amara, I play with the rim of her asshole, sliding a wet finger inside. "This was just the beginning. You're about to get what you came here for, beautiful girl. Pain."

She whimpers. My balls tighten at how fucking gorgeous she is. Then she wiggles on her back, attempting to escape once more. Good thing she gets off on being hunted as much as we are on catching her.

"There's no running away from this." I close my fingers on her on one of her ankles, while Carter grips onto the other. "Next time, maybe be careful what you wish for."

"Or don't. Please don't." Carter lies on his back, fisting himself. "Spit on me, Killian. Spit on me for her."

I move over to him, saliva filling my mouth. My spit lands on his dick, his fingers, his balls. He groans, spreading it over his length.

"See?" Taming the need to lick him clean, I return my attention to our girl. "Nice and wet. The pain wouldn't be that bad."

Carter lets out a short, throaty laugh. He helps me lift her struggling little frame right above him. We position her with her back to him, her growling face looking at me.

"Begonias," I remind her. She nods.

My hand moves up and down my cock when I leave her to Carter.

With one hand, he aims his cock to her clenched ass. The other, he uses to tease her clit, stroking reverently to ease her into it. He nudges his pierced tip at her tight ass, and she cries out.

"Open the fuck up," he orders her.

She moans when he bites her shoulder, but her body refuses to relax. Since neither of us is interested in making her bleed, I bend to lick her clit. My tongue licks, my teeth nip. I lower to give attention to Carter's dick. From his balls up to the head of his dick, I run my tongue while spitting on him.

Her brown gaze is mesmerized by my actions. Her body trembles whenever Carter lets out another harsh moan.

"Jesus, that's hot." Carter's legs strain, his fist tightening on her.

"I'm done lubing his cock, Amara," I warn, digging my fingers to her thighs, my lips at her clit. "He's pushing inside you whether you like it or not."

I sense the moment her body submits to us. She moans and pleads. Relaxing on Carter, yielding to his big cock spearing her ass.

"Carter," she whines. "Killian." She reaches out to me.

With Carter's help, we lower her on his cock. On his chest. I position myself between her legs, teasing her pussy with the tip of my cock. She lets out a needy sound, bending her knees, opening herself for me.

"That's it, baby." Carter massages her clit, holds her arm, and thrusts into her from below. "We have you now. You're ours. There's no running from this."

"We're the only ones who'll ever hurt you." I push into her tight little cunt, made tighter from Carter's cock in her ass. My hands find Carter's neck and hers, fingers curling around them as I start pounding. "Us, and no one else."

My hair falls to my forehead. I don't care. I don't care about anything except rutting into her. Removing the pain of what her parents did to her. Filling her with us. With our torment. Our love.

"Killie," she cries out, bouncing from being pounded by two men.

Her nickname for me. I should hate it. Especially when I'm anything but sweet as I tear into her pussy.

I don't.

My balls slap on Carter's. My mouth descends on hers, then his. On their throats. Their necks are salty from sweats, the blood on her shoulder coppery.

Their moans, groans, and pleas envelop me. I can't bring myself to hate anything in this whole goddamn world. Not a single thing.

"Such a good girl." Carter tweaks her pierced nipple between her body and mine. "Who do you belong to, pet?"

"You." Her lips part. "I'm coming, fuck, I'm about to come."

"Good girl." Despite the praise, I don't ease up on her.

Neither does Carter. I feel his cock from inside of her. Feel him swelling the harder he gives it to her.

"Come, Amara," I demand, gazing deep into her brown eyes. "Do it."

We hold her down when the orgasm ripples through her. She milks us with her two tight holes clenching on us, and we empty ourselves inside of her.

"Thank you." Tears leak down her cheeks. "Thank you."

I pull out of her first, then Carter. We flip her slowly to her side, kissing and hugging her and each other from either side of her. He's at her back, I'm hugging her front.

Carter strokes her hair.

I get up to fetch a clean cloth at the sink in the back room. When I return, I dab it on her drenched pussy, then her ass.

"Nothing to thank us for." I lie on my side, wrapping her in my arms and legs. Touching Carter, keeping them warm. My family. "We're always here for you."

"Always." He fingers the O shape he left on her shoulder. I join him. "But call us next time, A. We'll come for you, no matter what."

"I will." Her shy smile is tired. Her eyes flutter shut. "Promise."

We give her this reprieve. These few minutes of shut-eye.

"Her shop," I mouth, needing to take care of business.

"I know," he mouths back. "We'll fix it."

I lean forward, kissing his full lips. He kisses me back, and it's right. So right.

He slips from under her, whispering that he's going to get a first aid kit to clean and bandage the O on her shoulder. Amara doesn't even stir.

"I'm proud of you," I tell him. For taking care of Amara. For taking me in. For everything.

He blushes and gives me the finger.

Some things never change.