by Claire Marta
My youngest brother jumps and then scurries away. I know he’ll be hard pressed to find men who aren’t dying to suck my father’s cock and prove their loyalty, but it can be done.
“After this is finished we need a meeting. Including your wife, Phillip.” Things are going to change around here.
“Hey cocksucker, think you can let us go anytime soon?” Ava snaps. “I have shit to do.”
She’s pale and shaking. Her thigh is bleeding; I don’t think it’s healing. She’s weak.
Tied up with silver wire she runs the risk of further injuring, and possibly killing herself is she struggles. She knows it too.
Her companion is in better shape. But the pale face and large bleeding gash on her forehead lets me know she’s probably a pint of lost blood away from being in the same condition.
“Tell me, sweetheart. Why were you escaping?”
“I’m not telling you shit.”
“That’s too bad,” I purr. “I was hoping we could work something out.” I nod to Oscar and my brother lets a sadistic smile curl his lips.
With deft hands he clips the ends of the wire and makes his way over to his favorite toy.
“Torture me. Nothing you can do to me will hold a candle to what I lived through.”
“Your tough guy act is annoying, princess. Give it up.” Phillip sneers.
At my nod Oscar turns on the toy and it whirls to life.
The lights flicker when he puts the device into the desired setting.
A gasp escapes Ava’s throat as the current passes through her weak body. Blood pumps from the gash in her thigh. Michael got her deep. It will take a lot of blood to heal that.
If I were a caring man I might let her have some from one of my men, but caring isn’t a term anyone with a brain would label me with.
When Oscar shuts the current off both women let out breaths.
“That’s all you got?” She sneers.
“Oh darling, we’re just getting started.” She shifts in her chair.
Even dying and tortured I can’t get into her fucking mind.
Those fiery eyes burn into mine.
She’s a scared little girl under all her bravado. Spoiled to the core.
Making my way to her silent companion I look between the two. “Cut her loose,” Oscar abandons his toy and does as I say. He grabs the tawny haired bitch before she can make a move.
Ava can’t hide the intake of breath. The way her eyes follow every movement tells me all I need to know.
“Take her upstairs. Keep her weak. Put her somewhere that is...accessible.”
“No!” The shout is hoarse.
Paying the screaming girl no mind I watch as Oscar drags the woman out by her short hair.
When it’s just Phillip in the room I make sure the door is secure.
“Now, let the real fun begin.” I say lowly.
CHAPTER SIX
Ava
DIZZINESS IS HITTING ME. HANDS secured behind my back the silver is burning into my wrists. They know I’ve lost a lot of blood. Fuck, you would have to be blind to miss the dark red stain soaked into my sweatpants.
“You don’t scare me.” It’s a lie but they don’t need to know that. I’m more than sure after days at their mercy I will end up a blubbering mess. I know my time is running out.
“Why don’t you just talk and save yourself a lot of trouble.” The one known as Phillip tells me as he draws near.
Fine tremors are still racking my limbs from the volts the other brother sent through me. If they think this is going to stop me they should think twice. They’ve just proven they can’t be trusted.
Crouching down beside my chair he proceeds to caress my cheek.
What the hell is this good arsehole, bad arsehole? Without pause I lunge forwards to sink teeth into flesh.
“Son of a bitch she’s biting me!” Trying to free his arms he tumbles backwards onto his arse.
At the sound of his panic I bite down with all the strength I have left. Blood burst against my taste buds. Coursing down my throat I gulp it down.
It’s not what I’m used to but it’s enough for instincts to take over. Locking my jaw in place I continue to drink. No amount of thrashing is going to get me loose.
Without a sound Damien stalks menacingly towards us.
Tears fill my eyes with the power used to suddenly grip my hair. The jerk is enough to give me whiplash.
“Let him go.”
Does he really think I’m going to obey him?
“If you don’t let my brother go I’ll gut your friend like a fish.” The threat is pure promise.
Kylie. Anxiety shoots through my chest at the worry for my friend. This is my fault. If she hadn’t stopped to find me food we’d never have been captured.
Everything she’s risked for me and now I’m going to get her killed. Begrudgingly I comply with his demand.
Scooting back across the floor Phillip clutched his wrist. “The bitch is a hellcat.”
“Jesus fuck, do I have to do everything myself.” Damien complains. “Get out.”
Licking the blood from my lips I track him as he leaves. From the expression on his face my retaliation has caught him by surprise.
Already I can feel my body growing stronger. It’s not enough, but for now it gives me what I need.
Finding Kylie is at the forefront of my mind. No matter what I have to get free. My death here is inevitable either way so what do I have to lose?
As the door slams closed I eye my jailor.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about having you since the night we met.” The confession comes out of nowhere.
Gazes locked we both size each other up.
“Just do it then, just fuck me.” If he’s going to do it anyway I won’t pretend it hasn’t been on my mind since the night we met.
One more night alive I want a fuck, even if it ends up only being a quick release.
Surprise darts through Damien’s silver eyes. Obviously it was not what he was expecting. My honesty has caught him off guard.
Unbuckling his slacks he shoves them down as his manhood springs free. Already hard and ready.
My glare never leaves his. An angry fuck is better than no fuck at all. He won’t be gentle that’s clear on his face. I’m a Carr after all.
Digging into my hip the nails of his hand shunts me closer to the edge of the chair. Roughly he forces my thighs apart as he descends to his knees.
The rip of my sweatpants and thong being torn is the only sound. Chest heaving in my growing anticipation I know he can clearly see the arousal that coats my inner thighs. This shouldn’t turn me on but it does.
Wrapping his hand around my neck he begins to squeeze.
If he thinks this is going to frighten me he is wrong. I like it kinky and fucked up.
Without any preliminaries he takes me, skewering me with his cock. I can’t contain the moan that the sensation of him finally filling me brings. Buried deep inside me I feel him pulse.
Tightening his grip around my throat he doesn’t stop until I’m gasping for air.
He’s punishing me for this attraction neither of us can deny. It’s there in his blazing stare.
Ferociously he begins to thrust. Locking my ankles behind his toned arse I glory in the battering my pussy is receiving. He’s like an animal taking what he wants and I revel in the moment.
His grunts of satisfaction just fuel me on. I ride the storm of his rage until my orgasm swells. The moment it hits my sheath spasms around his shaft. A long tortured moan escaped him as I feel the hot spurt of his release as it fills me.
Both of us are left shaking and panting heavily in the aftermath. Even though it’s been fast and dirty it left me shocked with the intensity.
“You’re not a bad lay I’ll give you that.” His breath is hot against my ear.
I know his cruel words are meant to hurt. “You’re not so bad yourself.” I keep my attitude as aloof as his. It doesn’t matter we’re still tangled
together. This changes nothing.
“Maybe I’ll keep you around for a while longer.”
His emotions have cooled. Spent in the messy coupling that has left us both sated. “But if you think this changes anything you’re wrong. I won’t shrink from torturing you.”
Rising to his feet he steps back away from me his semi-hard cock slips from my body.
The fact he is still erect secretly pleases me. Sticky and wet the evidence that he lost control in the heat of the moment oozes from my body. Powerful men always wrap up. Bastards are rarely wanted. Not that it would ever get that far for me.
Lucius Rochester and all his offspring want me dead.
Whatever fun Damien wants won’t last.
Damien
Now that I fucked her I can move on with everything else. I don’t know what came over me. This spitfire of a girl had just tried to escape. She bit my brother and tried to use his blood to compensate for what she lost.
And for some Goddamn reason I snapped.
I fucked her and it wasn’t horrible.
For a second I wished we weren’t in the bunkers where we put all our undesirables.
But then I remembered who she is. A warm pussy that knows how to grab my cock in the right way isn’t going to change things.
If she think this prolonged her life, she’s wrong. I never planned on killing her. No, what I have planned for the bitch is much more interesting. Her companion though...
That’s a whole different story.
In my office surrounded by my brothers, my right hand, and the scariest bitch I’ve ever met I have to put my plan into motion.
“Did you kill her?” Sheila asks.
“No. We need her alive more than we need her dead.”
She growls. “She fucking bit my husband. I need her dead.”
“How long did it take you to break the companion?”
“Less than five minutes.” She gloats. “Oscar was in and out before she even knew it was happening.”
“You can have your revenge, sister when you do the same to her. For now, Oscar what is the report?” Sheila flicks her long red hair over her shoulder and sits back in the chair. I know she’s pissed; no one touches Phillip and lives to tell about it. But she’ll just have to wait.
“The princess is more spoiled than we first thought. Turns out they were stopped because she’s too good for bagged blood and refuses to drink from animals.” Everyone in the room scoffs.
We know that you do what you have to do to survive. Her weakness to understand that is what led her here. Yes, she’s tough. But she wouldn’t have lasted much longer.
“It appears they were headed to Canada. Seems that Kylie thought a remote village deep in the heart of the country would be safest. Your princess scoffed at the idea.”
“Of course she did. She’s too spoiled. I admire the fight, but frankly I’m surprised they weren’t caught sooner.”
“When can I get my hands on her?” Sheila asks.
My sister-in-law comes from a long line of assassins. Lethal killing machines that will do anything and everything for a price.
Lucius threw a hissy fit the first time Phillip brought her home. They were mated days later.
“Soon, sister. Soon.”
“You’re not gonna fuck her again, are you?” Michael asks.
“I hope not.” Jamal chimes in before I can.
I glare at my right hand man.
“You’re reckless when it comes to her, Damien. Reckless and stupid. She shouldn’t be here.”
“He’s right,” Phillip says. “This is dangerous. Lucius is out for your blood, now. This will not end well.”
“Lucius can choke on a dick.” Is my reply. “We need to take this coven from him. I wanted to do it amicably, so we wouldn’t have a civil war on our hands. The war with the Carr bastard is heating up. And now we have the fucking princess. We can’t kill her. She could be useful.”
“For more than warming your cock?”
“Control your mouth, Sheila.” I warn.
“You got to admit, brother, it’s a bit insane. Even for you.” Michael pipes in.
“This isn’t about what happened between me and the princess.” I snap. “I need to know I can trust the five of you to do what is needed.”
“When has that ever been an issue?” Oscar sneers.
“When you rather be taking orders from him,” I nod to Phillip, “than me.”
Oscar and Michael have the decency to look guilty at least.
“What we’re about to do is treason. We’ve all dabbled in it. Have all defied Lucius in some way throughout the years. But this will be straight out treason. I need to know you’re behind me.”
“I am.” Phillip says.
“I am.” Sheila follows.
Jamal nods his support.
“I am.” Michael says.
The silence is deafening. Then eventually Oscar nods. “I am.” He’s not lying. He looks directly in my eyes, his mind is wide open, and I know I could poke and prod and never find malicious intent.
My brothers might not agree with who I am, but they respect me and I them. That is what is needed.
“Good. Things should get very interesting very quickly around here. The Carr bastard knows that we have his princess. We need to extract whatever we can and hopefully use her against him.”
“It would be easier to just kill her.” Phillip says.
“Probably, however, I think she can be useful. For more than just a hole.” I say before anyone else can.
It was reckless of me to come to this meeting smelling like the princess, yet I couldn’t help myself.
“Will this happen every time we leave you alone?” Sheila can’t help but get her own digs in.
“No.” I snap. Though I’m not entirely sure what I’m saying is truthful.
“For now keep the two of them separated. I swear if you let Lucius go near either one of them death will seem like a fucking vacation.
Keep them weak but make sure they’re not about to bleed out. Get some blood to them, one bag each should be enough. Keep them tied. Reinforce it if you have to.
And whatever you do, do not let them get their hands on you.” I eye Phillip’s bandaged wrist.
With that I dismiss them and head upstairs for a shower. I make a call down to the handler of the blood donors and whores.
Not every whore is a blood donor and not every blood donor is a whore. Those who are both get called slaves because they let us use and abuse them.
Before our operation I took my fill from a few blood donors last night, so this morning I ask her to send up Cindi.
After my shower where I scrubbed Ava’s alluring scent off of me I find Cindi sitting on the edge of my bed. She’s naked, her pert breasts heave when she sees me.
“What do you want?”
This is why she’s my favorite whore. She knows me well. She’s on the fast track to becoming one of the rare turned whores.
Of course once that happens she’ll be released from her employment here. But then maybe she could be my personal plaything? I’ll have to think about it before someone else claims her. I know Oscar favors her.
“In the drawer.” I say, my cock thickening as she stands and follows my orders.
She reaches into the bedside drawer and removes the black handcuffs and blindfold. “It’s been awhile since we’ve used these.” She purrs.
“Shut up.” I order.
Cindi gets on the bed and lays in the middle of it.
I shackle her to the bed frame, slip and blindfold over her eyes, and wait.
What the fuck am I doing?
The image of Ava in this exact position, maybe even gagged is such a turn on. Pushing any thoughts of her out of my mind I spread Cindi’s thighs, breathe in the sweet scent of her arousal and thrust in—hard.
“Fuck,” she shouts.
I’m using her like a useless whore. In and out, in and out. With her hips in my hands and my mouth at her neck, bit
ing but not enough to break the skin. I’m fucking all thoughts of the fucking princess out of my system.
And then the bedroom door bangs open.
“Son of a bitch!” I shout.
Pulling out of Cindi’s warm heat I glare at Michael.
“The princess killed a guard. We have her down now, but fuck man, the bunker is a bloody mess.”
“Goddamnit!” I roar.
I throw on a pair of jeans and a shirt and then follow Michael out. To a passing servant I bark, “go make sure Cindi is taken care of.”
If only I could kill her.
I hate needing a self-centered bitch like her. Should have fucking left her to die in the Goddamn streets.
Ava
Growling at the pain radiating down my spine it doesn’t stop me thrashing in the big dark skinned man’s hold.
“Calm down you crazy bitch.” Shifting his knee in the middle of my back he pins me down harder on the concrete floor. With ease he tightens his grip around my wrists which are behind me.
Barring my bloodied teeth I survey the damage around my cell. Blood splatter is decorating the walls. The blade of the knife is still embedded deep in the dead guard’s chest. His face contorted and frozen in disbelief. Trousers down around his ankles his severed dick is resting on his stomach. Across the room his friend is cowering in the corner watching me with a frightened look.
“What the fuck happened?” The male, Jamal, snaps as I can continue to fight.
“She fucking went nuts!”
“So what, you just got your cocks out?”
Paling the guard begins to fumble with his pants but he can’t hide the bite marks or the blood on his arms.
“Some motherfucker better have a good explanation for this.” Damien’s voice is irritated to say the least. Standing framed in the doorway the expression on his arrogant handsome face is dark. One look of those cold silvery eyes and I know he has taken in the scene.
“What part of guard her translates into fuck her?”
“We..didn’t...I mean we...”
The moron still zipping himself up has to know he’s overstepped a line. Yet I know where their true purpose lays. Cockiness made them sloppy. Slapping me around and cutting me with their blade they couldn’t stop boasting about who had sent them.
Lucius wants me gone. And it seems he will send any old idiot to do it. Just a dash of my persuasion on their weak willed minds as they had tried to rape me and they’d let my hands free. After that Kylie’s training kicked in.