Brody got dressed and walked to the door. A second later he closed it behind him. I stared at the ceiling again.
So, this is what freedom feels like.
Rourke
The woman Brody brought through the front door didn’t look like any of the others that had been marched through our house. She looked like an angel with beautiful blonde hair—hair that looked like it had never been tussled by a calloused hand. Her skin was soft, and her makeup was perfect. Even her perfume smelled expensive when she walked past me. The purse on her arm had LV on the side. Louis Vuitton. I was pretty sure nobody on the South Side of Chicago had one of those purses unless it was one of the knock-offs they sold at the flea market. She came from money—and I had no idea how the fuck she ended up with my best friend. The girls he usually brought home were barely more than gutter sluts and crack whores.
He took the girl—the girl that looked like an angel—to his bedroom. There was no doubt what was going on, especially when the floor vibrated and her moans seeped through our very thin walls. A woman like that—hell, she was barely more than a girl—she didn’t belong with someone like him. Whatever brought her to the South Side of Chicago was a definite fall from grace—she probably lived in one of those ivory towers on the North Side—where the purse on her arm would have been as common as the dirt on my shoe.
I don’t get it. I guess nothing should surprise me when it comes to Brody’s charm, but a girl like that? She should be immune—she should be getting charmed by billionaires and rock stars—not getting fucked by a South Side thug.
Hearing her moan was enough to make my cock hard. It had been a while since I had brought a woman home. I was in a bit of a dry spell, trying to figure out what the fuck I was going to do with the rest of my life. I was tired of the South Side—tired of doing whatever I had to just to make a few bones, so I could eat and drink. Things were getting dangerous and running a package across town wasn’t as safe as it used to be.
My boss—hell, everyone’s boss that had a hot meal on their table, wanted more. Jacob Durst—he wanted me to become a made man—like he was some kind of Mafia boss. He wasn’t. He was just a drug dealer with a bunch of addicts at his disposal—and a few people like me that didn’t touch that kind of shit but needed to make a buck. I knew that pulling a trigger for him would send me down a dark path—one that might increase my station, but it would trap me in the South Side forever. I just wanted more out of life than that.
Brody’s door opened and closed. I heard his lighter click and he walked into the living room with a cigarette dangling from his lips.
“Hey, you want a turn with her? She’s tight as fuck. I just took her virginity.” Brody sat down with a huge grin on his face.
“What the fuck, man?” I shook my head back and forth. “Where the hell did you meet her?”
“O’Malley’s.” He shrugged. “A spoiled little rich girl looking to have some fun.”
“Holy shit man.” I kept shaking my head. “You really took her virginity? What are you—some kind of fucking monster?”
“Maybe.” He shrugged again. “Get this—she ain’t just some spoiled little rich girl though. That’s Adrian Prescott’s baby girl.”
“Oh my fucking god.” I jumped up and grabbed my hair. “Are you out of your god damned mind? Do you know what you just did? You—fucked Adrian Prescott’s daughter?!”
“I’m going to do it again—if you don’t.” He motioned toward the bedroom. “She’s nice and wet—just waiting to find out how good it feels to have her world rocked for the second time.”
Everything inside of me said that I shouldn’t walk down the hallway, but my feet betrayed common sense. It would have made more sense to run out the front door and not stop running until I saw the West Coast. That probably wouldn’t have been far enough to escape Adrian Prescott’s wrath. My boss might not have been a Mafia boss, but Adrian Prescott was about as close as it got without being a full-blooded Italian. He was the king of the pricks on the North Side of Chicago—and that girl in Brody’s bedroom—she was his princess. I had no idea how she ended up on the South Side with scum like us, but she was definitely going back to her castle when the night was over—and then all the king’s men were coming to chop our fucking dicks off.
I got to Brody’s door and slowly opened it. She was naked on his bed. Her head slowly lifted, and I could have sworn that her blonde hair was a halo—slightly bent after having her innocence stripped away by my best friend. I stared at her as I closed the door and our eyes met. I felt something—a twinge inside me. She was so beautiful—ravishing, even without her expensive dress. I had never been with a woman who looked like that. The sight of her perfect tits, pouty lips, and gorgeous curves made my cock throb. It was trying to run the show, even if my brain was screaming at me to listen to the rational voice in my head.
“Hi.” She pulled a sheet across her chest and lower legs. “I’m Anabelle. You must be Rourke.”
Anabelle—like a god damn fairy tale princess—of course, the king would name his daughter Anabelle.
“Anabelle, I think it’s time for you to go home.” I exhaled sharply and looked down at the floor.
Please go—please go before I change my mind and do something stupid.
“You don’t want me?” She blinked in surprise. “Brody said it’s okay.”
Oh no, I think that offended her. The last thing I want to do is offend her.
“Trust me, I do.” I nodded quickly. “I think you’re fucking gorgeous—but you don’t belong here. This isn’t your world. Men like me—and Brody—we’re not the kind of guys you should be mixed up with.”
“I chose to come here.” Her face reflected more annoyance—even my attempt at being rational was failing. “I get told what to do all the time. I didn’t want to be told what to do tonight—I want to have fun.”
No wonder Brody couldn’t say no.
“So this is what you call fun?” I walked closer. “Losing your virginity to some guy you don’t know?”
“If it’s my choice.” She sat up and slid to the edge of the bed. “Then yes.”
“You’re a brat,” I chuckled under my breath. “If you were my daughter, I’d lock you in a fucking closet and never let you out.”
“Well I’m not, am I?” She stood and kept the sheet tight around her chest.
“Do you know what a man like me could do to you?” I grabbed her arms. “You don’t belong here—go home.”
“No.” She narrowed her eyes. “If you don’t want me, then see if Brody’s ready to go again. At least he has balls.”
“You little…” I caught my words before I said something horrible.
She didn’t know what she was doing to me—that defiance was a fucking beacon—it made my cock throb even harder than it already was. I loved breaking girls that thought they were better than me—and that wasn’t hard to find considering the station I was born into. She was different. She would be fun to snap into pieces until she didn’t have the power to get up off her knees. But she was Adrian Prescott’s daughter. Touching her was forbidden enough and I had both hands wrapped around her arms.
“You really want this?” I stared into her beautiful emerald eyes.
“Yes.” She nodded quickly.
“Fine.” I stepped on the sheet and pushed her back towards the bed—it unraveled from her body before she hit the mattress.
I tore at my clothes as I climbed on top of her. My lips locked on hers and I forced my tongue into her mouth. I had to fight the desire inside me—the desire to grab one of her nipples and give it a twist just to hear her whimper. She was too delicate for that—I couldn’t take all of the power from her. I couldn’t hurt her—even if it would turn me on more than I already was. Just having a woman that beautiful in my arms was good enough—I didn’t need my dominance to enjoy her body.
My fingers traced her thigh and I rubbed her clit. She was so fucking sensitive—even a touch made her moan. I kicked my pants off an
d pushed my cock against her wetness. She was begging for it—her emerald eyes had a need that burned as bright as mine. Brody hadn’t satisfied her—he just took what he wanted. I was going to savor the moment, enjoy it—and make her come so many times she never forgot the night she wandered into the South Side.
Just book me a one-way ticket to my execution, because I’m going to fucking deserve it.
I drove my cock into her pussy. She moaned—whimpered. She was still tender and sore from learning what sex was like, but she had already felt the pleasure. There was no bottling that back up. She craved it. I started thrusting—watching her movements—feeling her body react. I learned what she liked, how hard she needed it to be—when it needed to be soft. She melted against my skin as I enjoyed her lips, her neck, her ears, and both of her beautiful tits. God, she was tight—it felt like she was made for my cock—every thrust driving me closer to euphoria as my seed begged to be released.
“You feel so good—inside me.” She opened her mouth and a gasp rushed across her lips. “Please don’t stop.”
“Nothing could make me stop right now,” I growled under my breath.
Not even all the king’s horses and all the king’s men.
I hammered her pussy, feeling it tighten on my length as she approached bliss. Once definitely wasn’t going to be enough—not with a woman as beautiful as her. I kept thrusting until I felt the orgasm—then I made her g-spot hum. She erupted and spasmed on my cock. It felt so fucking good, but I fought back against my own need. I wasn’t ready to explode yet. Her back arched as the first orgasm seized her body. I kept fucking her—kept driving my cock into her g-spot—even when her pussy got so tight that I barely felt a thing for a couple of seconds. A second orgasm came—then a third. Her eyes spaced out—she was in heaven. I still wasn’t done.
“That was just the beginning.” I grabbed her hair and kissed her neck, moving up to her ear. “I’m going to spend the rest of the night making you come.”
“Oh god!” Another orgasm ripped through her soul.
The pressure in my balls got too intense for me to fight. I held her against me and started erupting inside her, feeling another orgasm as my seed filled her pussy. I barely missed a stroke—I just kept thrusting. I saw exhaustion on her face—her eyes were fluttering. She couldn’t even speak anymore. Her lips tried to move but they didn’t form words. I kept my thrusts steady until she was practically limp in my arms. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but I could feel sweat on my brow.
“Come for me one more time, baby.” I pulled on her hair again.
I slammed into her, feeling the twinge in her pussy. She was too weak to come, but that wasn’t going to last long. I kept fucking her—building up speed—fighting against my lust that was begging to be released inside her for the second time. I finally felt her start to come —her body went stiff for a moment as it consumed her. That was it—there was no way she would be able to come again. I unloaded inside of her, thrusting until my balls were drained. She crashed into the mattress when I let go of her. I slumped forward and caught myself before my muscles crushed her beneath my weight. I rolled to the side and crashed hard, feeling the bed shake as my enormous frame hit the mattress.
“Holy shit…” She muttered, barely loud enough for it to be audible.
“Now that is what it’s really like, princess.” I moved closer. “And it only gets better after this.”
If I live long enough to hold you again.
Anabelle
Present day
I looked up at Rourke. His eyes used to be full of so much love for me—but all I saw was malice. A man I betrayed. A man that changed my life before I tore what we had apart with a lie. If he wanted to feel my lips, then he was going to get them. I owed him much more than a blowjob—I owed him, my soul. He taught me things I never knew—things I didn’t know I could enjoy. He was the first one who made me call him Master—and I swore I always would.
I opened my mouth and took his cock—he grabbed my head and forced it deep in my throat. He didn’t let me take my time or give him very much pleasure. He was just chasing a release—and it had been a year since he had one. He held my head tight, wrapped his fingers in my hair, and started to fuck my mouth. It didn’t take long for me to taste the pre-cum on my tongue, and when he erupted, he didn’t say a word. He just grunted as I was forced to swallow his cum. The second he was spent he pulled my lips off his cock and threw me down on the floor.
My hands and feet were bound. I couldn’t even brace for the impact. I just landed hard, my head nearly hitting the wood as I finished swallowing what he left on my lips. Rourke zipped his pants and Brody did the same. They were done with me—for the moment. I looked up at them—wanting to apologize—but Brody was right when he said that an apology wasn’t going to fix it. I ruined what the three of us had—the beautiful surrender that set my world on fire. They didn’t need that anymore. They were content to use me like a filthy whore. That’s certainly what I felt like—my mouth and pussy ravaged by their loveless lust.
“So, what are we going to do with you now?” Brody pulled a chair over and took a seat. “You’ve done all that you’re good for—I guess we can just cut your throat and be done with it.”
“Not yet.” Rourke pulled a chair over and sat down beside Brody. “I think you owe us an explanation first—why the fuck did you pin it on us? It could have been anyone! Why us?”
“My father made me...” I turned to the side and looked up at them. “He said there was no other way.”
“And you just do whatever your Daddy says?” Brody tilted his head to the side. “What happened to the girl that didn’t want to be ordered around—by anyone but us.”
“He’s—he’s family.” I whimpered. “You don’t understand…”
“No, I don’t.” Rourke shook his head back and forth. “You looked into my eyes—you told me you loved me.”
“Master…” I shifted on the floor until I was on my knees. “I do—I swear.”
“Don’t call me Master anymore.” Rourke scoffed. “You don’t deserve that honor.”
“I’m sorry.” I shuffled the best that I could and let my head fall hard against his thigh. “Punish me—do anything you want.”
“No.” Rourke grabbed my hair and slung me backward until I crashed into the floor. “There’s no punishment harsh enough for what you’ve done.”
“Please…” I looked back at him.
“The trust is gone, princess.” Rourke shook his head back and forth. “There’s no way for you to earn it back.”
I spent a year trying to forget the submissive girl they turned me into—a year trying to convince myself that I made the right choice when I betrayed them. They were my Masters. They were the ones who put a collar on my neck and told me I would always wear it when I was with them. I got lost in that fantasy and believed I could be the girl on my knees for them—the one that learned how to beg and please. Until the night my father needed me—and reminded me of the Prescott motto—family comes first.
“Should we just kill her and get this over with.” Brody looked over at Rourke. “We can bury her body where nobody will find it.”
“Not yet.” Rourke shook his head back and forth. “I haven’t had my fill.”
Rourke stood and grabbed me by the hair. He pulled me along the wooden floor and then flung me—I landed on something soft—a mattress. I had him alone. Maybe I could talk some sense into him—maybe he would listen. He wasn’t as cruel as Brody. He was the first one that was kind to me.
“Rourke—just, please.” I looked up at him and felt my eyes filling with tears. “We can run away. You’re out now—we can leave Chicago. My father has a safe full of money—I know the combination!”
“I don’t want your father’s money.” Rourke stripped off his shirt. “I could have had that a long time ago.”
“What?” I blinked in surprise.
“Your father knew about us before he killed his business
partner and had you pin the fucking murder on us.” Rourke tore a piece of his shirt and rolled it in his hand. “He tried to pay Brody and me to leave Chicago.”
“You—you never told me that.” I blinked in surprise as he approached the bed.
“I told him no.” He stretched out the length of fabric. “Just like you should have done.”
“Wait—he knew?” I felt my stomach twisting into a knot. “When? How?”
“You don’t deserve any answers, princess. In fact, it’s time for you to shut the fuck up.” He descended on me and pushed the makeshift gag into my mouth. “The only thing I want from you right now is between your legs—now be a good girl and spread them. It’s all you’re good for at this point.”
Rourke removed the rope around my ankles and pushed my legs apart. He kicked off his pants and crawled between my thighs. There was no look of desire in his eyes—not like I used to see. He just wanted to fuck me. He shoved his cock into my pussy and started thrusting. I remembered when he used to spend all night making me come —doing it just right—until my body couldn’t take anymore. That wasn’t what I got from him—I didn’t deserve that anymore. He hammered his cock into me until I felt his release—spewing inside of me with no emotion on his face.
“At least you’re still a good fuck.” He growled and lifted up, pulling his cock free. “You’ll live until I get tired of your pussy—then I’ll let Brody do what he’s been dying to do for the last year.”
All I could do was stare at the viscous reflection looking back at me.
“Now be a good girl and turn over so Brody can fuck your ass. You might live to see the sun come up if it’s still as good as it used to be.” Rourke put on his pants, lit a cigarette, and walked out of the room.
I rolled over on my stomach and put myself in the submissive position Brody always wanted me in when he took my tightest hole. Rourke never cared much for that, but Brody definitely did. I couldn’t bottle up the desire that still flowed through my veins—that darkness they introduced me to. They taught me to crave their touch—even when it hurt. Sometimes the pain was better than the pleasure. I wished I could have the pain again—I deserved it. I even deserved the knife across my throat that appeared to be my fate when they got tired of using me to satisfy the lust that had built up inside of them while they were locked away in the cage, I put them in.
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