Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Hey, can we use your pull-up bar?” I ask Declan who eyes me curiously.
“Sure.” He shrugs and lets me in. Wes is already back with the handcuffs as I step into the room, letting Jessa down beneath the pull-up bar Declan installed in his room.
“W-what…are you doing?” Jessa asks while I move her arms to above her head. Wes has already figured out what I planned and attaches the handcuffs to her wrists before fastening them around the metal bar above her.
I step away and look at our handiwork, admiring her beautiful body. Even stretched out, she has to stand on her tiptoes because the bar is too high. So fragile, so fucking beautiful, and all ours. Her face and neck are flushed and her eyes are wild, but there isn’t a lick of fear in those blues.
She wants this, even if she won’t admit it.
“Are you ready to be punished?”
She shakes her head, but her body betrays her. Her puckered nipples press against the fabric of her shirt, and her pink tongue darts out over her bottom lip as if she’s envisioning us fucking her like this. That can be arranged, Princess.
Declan steps closer, his presence making her tremble. He grabs the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head before tucking it behind her neck so it hangs loosely around her arms. Wes walks around her and pulls the pair of boxers she is wearing down her legs, leaving her completely bare.
She gasps when Wes lands a hard slap against her ass, her head tipping back and her tits jutting out with the impact. Taking one of her diamond hard nipples I roll it between my pointer finger and my thumb. God, her tits are perfect. I pinch the nub just as Wes lands another hard slap against her other creamy white globe.
“Tell me, Princess, how wet is your cunt right now? Wet enough for me to fuck it?”
Declan doesn’t give her time to answer, not that I think she was going to say something anyway, not with her lips caught between her teeth trying pitifully to hide how much she likes this.
Snaking a hand down between her legs, his fingers skim over her pussy and I watch, my cock stiffening painfully, as he slides his fingers between her folds. I can already see the arousal glistening on her folds and his fingers, and I want her. I want her so fucking much. I want that pretty pussy squeezing my cock while my brothers take from her with the same ferociousness.
“Pretty fucking wet,” he confirms, lifting his gaze to hers. I glance over at him, and as if he can sense me staring, he turns his head, and our eyes briefly lock. For the first time, I see the same need I feel reflected back at me in his eyes. He wants her too, just like Wes and I, he’s just so hell bound on killing her he doesn’t let it sink in, let alone show it. And I get it.
Wanting her, wanting the enemy’s daughter, admitting something like that even to your brothers, it would make even the strongest man feel weak.
“I’ll be right back,” Wes suddenly blurts out and disappears from the room.
“Not so full of fire anymore, are ya?” I ask her. She opens her big blue eyes and looks straight at me, while Declan walks around her, taking Wes’s place. His hands trail across the back of her shoulders, and down her spine while I run mine down her sternum, over her breasts, and eventually ending between her thighs.
Declan leans forward, taking her ear between his teeth, and I grin, loving the way her chest rises and falls at the contact.
“Admit you want it, Princess. That you want all three of us. Admit you want the big bad monsters you claim we are.”
“No…” she croaks, but her voice is breathless, filled with pleasure, with need and want.
Her whole body starts to shudder, as if she’s anticipating what’s to come. Grinning I dip two fingers between her folds, grazing her hard clit. Fuck me, she wants this. Why does she fight us so hard, why can’t she let us make this good for her without it being a fucking fight? Is this what she wants? To fight us.
Wes walks back in and I almost laugh as I take notice of the bottle of olive oil he is holding. Jessa looks confused. Our innocent little lamb has no idea what she is in for. That virgin asshole is about to be taken, and soon we’ll have claimed every single hole on her body.
Declan comes back around and stands next to me while Wes takes his place behind her again. He opens the bottle and pours some into his hand before reaching between her legs. A soft gasp passes her lips and her delicate body starts to squirm as if she’s trying to get away, but there is no going back now, nowhere for her to escape. This is happening. She asked for this by spouting off that pretty little mouth. She thinks this is a game, that she has an opinion, that she is someone important, but she hasn’t earned that right yet.