by Jenika Snow
“You’re going to wish you hadn’t done that.” He wrapped his huge arms around her waist and hauled her from the ground. He threw her on the bed and she bounced off the mattress, twice. Before she could escape he was on top of her and tearing at her shirt.
Lucie opened her mouth and screamed as loud as she could. “Stop. Please stop.” His response was a dark laugh and more buttons of her shirt being ripped off.
“It wouldn’t matter if anyone could hear you, anyway. They couldn’t stop me if they wanted to.”
Hot tears slid down her cheeks as she tried in vain to get him off of her. It was no use, though. He was solid muscle and easily overpowered her.
“I’m going to have to find a way to keep these pretty little lips closed.” Edward ran his thumb along her bottom lip to emphasize his point. “I can’t have you telling anyone what you found. Maybe I’ll sew your mouth shut.” Lucie’s heart stopped in her chest. “I picked up numerous little tricks while in the military. You would be surprised what some countries do to make sure a secret doesn’t escape.”
“Get off me.” Struggling was futile, because it seemed the harder she tried to get away, the stronger he became. The ever-present stench of liquor wafted off of him until she felt bile rise in her throat. No matter what happened, Lucie vowed that if she made it out of this she would tell everyone what a monster he truly was. She didn’t care if it was the last thing she ever did, she would make sure he never hurt another person again.
Right as he was about to rip her pants off, the bedroom door burst open. Startled, Lucie turned her gaze to the side. Her vision was blurry from crying so hard, but she knew in her heart that it was Emery and Quentin. The next several minutes happened as if in slow motion. Edward was ripped off her body. The sound of him hitting the wall was loud enough that it penetrated her fear-stricken mind. Grunts, growls, and cursing rang through the room. A wave of nausea assaulted Lucie as she attempted to rise.
As the minutes ticked by and still it seemed the fight wouldn’t end, a sudden silence filled the room. Lucie knew she should have run out to get help, but felt as if she was paralyzed. Wiping her eyes to try and clear her sight, Lucie feared Edward had won. It had been two against one, and despite Emery and Quentin’s size, Edward was a beast of a man with liquid courage running through his veins.
With her vision now somewhat clear, Lucie took in the scene around her. The end tables were knocked over, pictures hung crooked, and there was even a large hole in the plaster that was suspiciously the size of someone’s head. A groan came from the other side of the bed and Lucie found the strength to lean forward to see who it was. As the paralyzing fear slowly left her, she realized there was no way she was going to leave Emery and Quentin, not after they had just saved her life.
Edward lay haphazardly on the floor, face up. Blood covered his face, although Lucie couldn’t tell where it was coming from. Emery lay on one side of the room and Quentin on the other. Once Edward was on his feet, he went right for Emery, wobbling over like a drunk. Lucie quickly got off the bed and went over to the dresser to grab the vase. She didn’t know what Edward planned on doing, but she wouldn’t let him hurt anyone else again. She would use this opportunity, while she was momentarily invisible, to stop Edward once and for all.
Edward grabbed Emery by the shirt collar and lifted him up until he was pinned against the wall. Emery’s head rolled from side to side, but with each passing moment he seemed to become more lucid.
“I knew you two were trouble the moment your mother pushed you little bastards out.” Lucie watched in horror as Edward pulled his arm back and curled his hand into a fist. “I’m going to let you watch as I fuck your little girlfriend until there isn’t anything left of her. Then when I’ve had my way with her, I’m going to finish you and your brother off. You two have been nothing but a burden to me since the moment you were born.”
Lucie didn’t wait any longer. Before Edward could connect his fist with Emery’s face, she rushed toward him and brought the vase down on his head. Edward’s fist stopped inches from Emery and a moment of stillness descended over them. Edward dropped Emery and slowly turned around. The broken porcelain crunched under his foot as he took a step toward her. Although he looked almost dazed, the raw fury in his eyes was tangible. As he went to take another step toward her, a thin line of ruby red blood made a slow trek down the middle of his face. Edward’s eyes rolled back in his head and he fell to the ground.
Lucie didn’t know if she had killed him or not, but she didn’t care. Rushing over to Emery and Quentin, she tried to rouse them. When they were conscious enough, the three of them rushed out of the room, leaving behind the horror of Edward’s presence.
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Lucie sat in stunned silence as she watched the paramedics wheel her mother out on a stretcher. Melanie was okay, but Edward had done a number on her. They had given her pain medications for the numerous broken ribs and concussion she suffered. Lucie was glad that her mom had survived, and had told the police what had happened. The abuse had started the night of their honeymoon and had only escalated from that point. Edward had threatened her with abuse toward Lucie if she said anything or didn’t cooperate, which further cemented his power over her.
Today had been her mother’s breaking point. Melanie was a strong-willed person by nature, and Lucie was glad that inner fire had come out. It broke her heart to see her mother in so much pain, but she was glad everything was out in the open now. Hopefully justice would finally be served.
Lucie had given the police the files she had found and the sworn testimony of Kathryn. The hit she had delivered to Edward hadn’t killed him, which she was thankful for. Lucie wanted him to suffer for all he had done. Emery and Quentin had read their mother’s file as well, and although she knew they had to be in shock from it all, she saw knowing looks on their faces. It would take a lot of time for each of them to heal, but the evil that had plagued them would finally be brought to justice.
Epilogue
One year later
Lucie unpacked the last of the boxes and stepped back to look at everything. In just a year she had graduated high school, been accepted to her ideal college, and moved out. Her mother had since healed on the outside, but she was still looking at a lot of rehabilitation, both mentally and physically. Lucie was happy to see the spark of fire and joy back in her mother’s eyes. Despite her protests that she should stay with her mom, Melanie had insisted Lucie follow her dreams.
Edward still hadn’t gone on trial for the crimes he committed against her or her mother, but Lucie was glad that they were re-opening Kathryn’s case and would try and charge him with her death as well. Apparently, more incriminating evidence had been found that the authorities were sure would convict him.
Her relationship with Emery and Quentin had come to the surface shortly after her mother had come home from the hospital. Despite Lucie’s initial assumption that her mother would be upset over the fact that Lucie was in a relationship with her two stepbrothers, Melanie seemed open-minded about it. Lucie didn’t miss how awkward her mother seemed around the three of them at first, but as time went on Melanie began to act like herself once again. . It was going to be a long, hard road for all of them, but Lucie saw a happy future in the end.
Hands on hips, Lucie couldn’t help but smile. Her little apartment wasn’t anything spectacular, but it was hers. She felt fingers brush against her ass a second before she was spun around. Thick, muscular arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close to an equally muscular chest. Lucie look into Quentin’s dark eyes and melted against him. She lifted her finger and smoothed it over the small, raised scar that ran vertically down his forehead. It didn’t alter how handsome he was, only intensified it. Quentin leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. She could already feel how hard he was.
“How about we break the new place in?”
Lucie couldn’t help but smile in response.
Emery and Quentin had both been accepted to the s
ame college she had, and despite her mother disagreeing that the three of them live together, Lucie knew in her heart that they were the men for her. She may be young and still have a lot to learn, but she wasn’t too young to know that they were what gave her strength and love, every day.
As their kiss deepened she felt Emery press his chest to her back. He ran his hands over her ass and squeezed the globes of her bottom. Quentin’s cock pressed against her stomach and Emery’s pressed against her lower back.
“How about we take this into the bedroom?” Emery whispered in her ear and sent shivers down her spine.
The three of them walked haphazardly into the bedroom. Their hands were all over each other, and when they got to their room they quickly undressed. Lucie’s pussy was soaked and all she wanted at that moment was to feel both of their shafts moving inside of her. As if they read her mind, they moved her over to the bed. Emery lay down first and she straddled his waist. The feel of his hot cock pressed against her wet slit drove her arousal even higher.
Grabbing Emery’s shaft, Lucie placed the tip at the entrance of her cunt and slid all the way down. Eyes closed because it felt so good, Lucie moaned aloud. Quentin moved behind her and pressed his large hand on the middle of her back. He pushed her forward so that her chest was flush with Emery’s. The position caused her ass to be thrust up, but she knew that was what Quentin wanted. When she felt the cool lube spread across her anus, she bit her lip in anticipation. Her mouth opened on its own accord when she finally felt Quentin filling her ass with his dick. They were both so thick and hard that she felt completely stretched and filled.
Emery leaned forward and kissed her. “Hold on, baby.”
Quentin’s warm breath teased the shell of her ear. “This is going to be one hell of a ride.”
The End
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Other Books by Jenika Snow:
The Taste of Blood
The Craving
Master of Mine
The Diary of Anna's Submission
Uncle Dominic's Touch
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