by Ker Dukey
Her face blooms pink and she bats her lashes as she looks up at me, transfixed.
“I can help you,” she murmurs. “To distract my mother while you get to Kami.”
“See, perfect.” I repeat. “Let’s do this.”
Elizabeth squeezes my hand again, and I drag my mind from my thoughts, stealing a glance at her. Her plump bottom lip is caught between her teeth as she rubs her thighs together.
I’m going to fuck this doll very soon.
And my monster will learn to be okay with it.
Elizabeth
“I’M SCARED,” I ADMIT, MY voice ragged. I’m starving and tired and sad. Will Kami change things for us? I’m growing fond of Viktor’s presence.
Viktor releases my hand to reach over and squeeze my thigh just below the hem of my dress. Soon, we’ll head back over to the hospital. Currents of need ripple through me. I squirm at his touch, unsure whether I want it or not, but he doesn’t move his hand away. Instead, he begins stroking my flesh. It dizzies and confuses me. I belong to Benny, yet here I want to spread my legs open to let him touch me.
Shame courses through me.
“He felt the same way,” Viktor murmurs, his fingertips grazing along the seam of my panties under my dress. “He only had eyes for you. But he knew deep down there was something between us. He hated Kami because she had what he wanted.”
Tears well in my eyes, and I let out a choked sound. “You…she had you?”
“Yes,” he says softly as his finger dips below the fabric and touches the lip of my pussy, causing me to whimper. “Benny and I, we’re…”
They’re what?
Together?
Betrayal knifes its way through me, but then my eyes flutter closed. Viktor is teasing my clit and images of him and Benny naked, rolling around in his bed, have me panting. I smelled sex in the air when he’d taken me to his home. Deep down, I knew what they’d done. But who fucked who? Did Benny overpower Viktor and take him in the ass? My pussy clenches at that thought.
The car suddenly comes to a stop as he pulls into a mostly empty parking garage. “Where does that leave me?” I choke out, sorrow saturating my chest and drowning me. If they don’t want me, what will I do?
“Come here,” Viktor growls. He slips his hand from my panties before dragging me into his lap to straddle him. I whimper at feeling his hardness pressed against me. He caresses my throat with his hand before tilting my head up so he can look at me. “Benny and I have something impenetrable. Solid. Powerful.”
I burst into tears. I can see the truth in his eyes. “And what do we have, he and I? What about you and I? Where will that leave me?”
Hot lips press to mine as his palms slide to my ass. He uses my body to grind against his length through his slacks. Pleasure zings through me.
“It leaves you right in the middle,” he breathes against my mouth. “Benny loves you, and I love him. We’re a family now.”
His words seem too good to be true.
“What about Kami? Was she your family too?” Dillon snarls from the back. Someone has woken up.
Viktor stiffens and pulls away from my mouth. The loss is hollowing. I want his lips back on mine. Reassuring me. Telling me promises that seem too good to be true.
“Kami has nothing to do with this,” Viktor snaps, pointing his finger between the two of us. But then he’s calm again as his hands slide under my dress. He moves one hand to my front, and pushes my panties to the side. The moment his finger enters me, I moan. His thumb rubs against my clit, and I shamelessly work my hips in cadence with his touch.
“You’re sick, Elizabeth,” Dillon whispers from the back, as if I disgust him. “You need help.”
I start to pout, but Viktor devours my mouth. “You’re not sick, sweet doll,” Viktor coos. “You’re perfect. Benjamin thinks so, and I do too.” His words are a salve to my heart. My pussy throbs with need.
“Do you want to be inside me, Viktor?” I ask, but it’s more a plea.
“Shhh,” he murmurs, his teeth nipping at my lip. “You’ll have everything you could ever wish for soon. But we aren’t taking that step without him. He’ll want to be in charge. You know how our monster is.”
I do.
He’s a beast and wild, but he likes to be in control.
“Stop touching her, motherfucker!” Dillon roars from the back. He kicks at the window several times, but it doesn’t break.
“Come for me, doll,” Viktor urges, his voice breathy. “Come all over my finger. Benjamin would want that. When we get home to him, I will let him suck you right off my finger. Do you want that, you perfect little doll?”
I nod and tilt my head back. His lips find the cut on my throat Benny had inflicted. He’s gentle and soothing as he licks away the pain there while his finger works me from the inside. I’m desperate to touch him and unbuckle his belt. He groans when I unzip his slacks and pull out his cock.
“We can’t,” he warns, his voice hard, sending shivers through me.
“But—”
“No, bad doll,” he chides. “He wouldn’t like it.”
“I don’t fucking like it. You sick fucks.” Dillon struggles and groans.
But I ignore him. This is just like my site. He’s just a viewer in my private world.
I stroke Viktor’s length and pretend he’s inside me. Will Benny be happy? Will he want to share me with his lover? I don’t know how the dynamics will work, but I’m so starved by the idea of it, my stomach growls.
Viktor chuckles against my collarbone before nipping my flesh there. “I’ll feed you as soon as Benjamin allows it.” But he’s not rushing to get me off. It’s as though he enjoys teasing me.
I can tease too.
Running my thumb over the tip of his cock, I revel in how it seeps at the top. “Will you both put your cocks in me at once?” I ask, my question so soft, he probably feels it more than he hears it. Dillon is too busy growling and kicking the windows to notice.
“If it pleases him,” he groans.
“What about what pleases me?”
“He’s claimed us both, don’t you see? We’re here to make him happy. And you’ll both make me happy.”
For a brief moment, I wonder if I’m being played, but then he’s kissing my mouth again with reverence. It’s real. I can almost taste his love for Benny on his tongue. I know the taste.
He jerks his finger from inside me so he can cradle my face as he kisses me. I need his touch, so I shamelessly rub against his shaft with my pussy, keeping my panties pulled to the side beneath my dress so I can feel his skin against mine. Our grunts and groans are purely animalistic. When the tip of his cock pokes my entrance, I whimper. Bucking his hips hard, he penetrates me deep, and I scream loud enough to wake the dead.
“Fuck, that was an accident,” he groans as he grips my hips and pulls me off. But he doesn’t let me go and uses my body to rub my pussy along his now-soaked cock. I’m buzzing with a thousand emotions and sensations.
I’m dying.
I’m living.
Oh, shit, I’m coming.
Stars glitter around me as my screams pierce the air. Viktor bites on my chin and grunts a second before wet heat splatters my lower stomach. His cock slips and pushes inside me again, causing us both to moan, but then he pulls me back off him. I’m crushed against his chest and he kisses my ear.
“We’re a family now,” he murmurs, his hot breath tickling me.
I cling to him as he strokes my hair.
“Now, get buckled up. I’m in charge of keeping you safe while he’s recouping.”
I reluctantly pull from his grip, but I’m anxious to get back to our monster. Once I’m settled in my seat, he reaches over me and buckles me in, then winks at me before putting the vehicle into drive again.
We ignore the snarling from the back as we go to get Kami back for him.
Viktor
EVERYTHING SEEMS AS THOUGH IT’S coming together. With Benjamin home and Detective Dipshit in the
backseat of my SUV, we will get Kami back and my identity will be safe.
Dillon was enraged when I took Monster’s doll in my arms and she straddled my lap while I pleasured her. The sounds of fury coming from the back were almost comical while she panted and moaned, pleading for me to make her feel good.
Now, he won’t speak to me or sweet Elizabeth. Probably better that way. She clings to my hand across the console of the vehicle as though I have the power to protect her. And I do. I will. For Benjamin. For me. For her.
We pull up at the hospital around the back where Dillon told me to go.
“I’m going to take those cuffs off, Detective,” I tell him simply. “But if you try any shit, I’ll slit the throats of everyone you know.”
“Got it,” he snaps.
I climb out of the vehicle and open the door. Elizabeth does the honors of unlocking the cuffs. He gapes at me when I hand him his gun back. Mine stays trained on him.
“You’re stupid if you don’t think I’ll use this gun on you,” Dillon barks, pointing his weapon at me.
“Tell him,” I say to Elizabeth, unfazed.
“We have Elise, as well as Marcus, and Benny didn’t get the satisfaction of killing Jessica, so he’s hungry to feed his demons.” She smooths her hair with her fingers and shrugs. “If he doesn’t make the call to let Benny know you’re playing ball, I become sister-less and you lose a partner.” Her lip trembles, but it’s all for a fucking show. Cutest little faker I’ve ever seen. “And I don’t know what will happen to Jade and MJ.”
I smile. “I do. They die.”
Dillon’s jaw clenches, but he nods, his gun lowering.
“Let’s go,” I grunt, stalking for the side of the building.
Dillon is smarter than he looks, because he walks after me, his attention alert. Elizabeth hurries up behind me and clings to my jacket. It would be so easy for Dillon to pluck her from me, put a bullet in my skull, and leave.
But I guess he cares for that little partner of his. And at this point, he surely knows our doll would fight him before she let anything happen to Benny or me.
“We need to put our weapons away while we go inside,” he utters. “I have officers at the doors and don’t want them to get suspicious.”
And I agree. We both harness our weapons, and my heart thuds with every step we take in their direction.
“Sir.” Two uniformed officers tip their head in greeting.
“I will take it from here,” he barks in an authoritative manner. “Go take a break.”
They look at each other and smile. “Yes, sir.”
Dillon punches in a code, and the door gives beneath his palm. A doctor I recognize as our little doll’s mother lifts her head at our presence, and her mouth drops.
“Elizabeth,” she cries out, running around the counter and rushing to her daughter before collecting her up in her arms.
I’ve already taken my gun back out and am nudging Dillon to move forward. “Where is she?”
“The last room.” He nods his head to signal a door at the end of the corridor.
I take a step toward it, passing another door. The window shows Jade inside—and Elise. Well, shit.
I’m already at Kami’s door when Dillon notices Elise is very much safe. An error on my part. I push open Kami’s door and her eyes lift to find mine as I storm in.
“I’m sorry,” she meekly tells me, and my stomach knots with betrayal.
Has she told Dillon who I am?
She wouldn’t.
She fucking wouldn’t.
“Put the gun down,” Dillon orders, pointing his own at me.
“We still have Marcus,” I remind him through clenched teeth.
He nods his head. “Yes, but I can’t let you take Kami from here. Marcus wouldn’t want me to, and I won’t.”
I flash my eyes to Elizabeth, who launches herself toward Dillon. Unfortunately, her mother restrains her and sticks a needle in her arm. Her eyes blaze and dart to mine to save her, but whatever the fuck it is her mother drugged her with takes full effect and her eyes droop. Her body becomes limp, causing her mother to lower her to the floor.
“If you shoot me, I can’t make the call and Marcus dies,” I growl. “Benny will kill him.”
“Benny is dead,” Kami pipes up, her bottom lip trembling.
My eyes drag back to her. “What?”
“I’m sorry, Viktor, but Vlad is here.” A weak tear leaks from her eye. “He came for Benny.”
She. Fucking. Betrayed. Me.
My reactions are organic, not thought through at all, and my arm moves from Dillon to her. With one shot, I put a bullet straight through her traitorous skull.
Dead.
Dead.
Dead.
I ended Kami, a giant piece of my fucking heart, and I didn’t think twice. It didn’t hurt. I felt nothing.
But the moment she admitted to betraying me and that Benny was as good as dead, I’d felt that pain to my motherfucking soul. Crushing. Hollowing. Fucking insane. There’s no doubt. If Vlad is here, Benjamin will die if he isn’t already bled out all over my bed, gasping his last breaths without me. My brother moves like the night. He’s darkness and stealth. No hesitation. If Kami told him he was a weakness to me, Vlad would have eliminated said weakness.
Now, as I sit in the back of a cruiser on the way to the police station, I have only one thought.
Elizabeth.
She needs me.
She needs me to get my shit together and free her from those maggots.
I’ll take her away with me. We’ll run far from here and mourn our loss together. When I was inside her, for those two brief moments, I’d felt whole. Between Benjamin and Elizabeth, I’d finally felt filled with something I’d been searching for my entire life. I was no longer hollow. I was complete.
As quickly as it was given to me, it was taken away.
Ripped to goddamn shreds.
Fuck.
I ignore Dillon’s smug taunting from the driver’s seat. Instead, I grit my teeth and find the will to calm myself. I’m not unmasked rage. I am in control.
Breathe, Viktor.
Find your fucking balance.
I close my eyes and think of the way it felt when Benjamin’s mouth was on mine. How he drove into me as though he thought it could punish me. His feelings poured from him, and I drank every single one of them up. Lust. Love. Confusion. I wanted to sip slowly and revel in the taste, but I’m a greedy fuck. I gulped from him. I’m still drunk from how he made me feel.
It was enough.
More than enough.
But then I had that tiny doll in my arms and the sensations were overwhelming again. Is it because they’re siblings? I’m so greedy I need them both? The moment she clung to me that first time, I knew. With him loving her so much, and me loving him, it would have to work. Three of us. A trio. A motherfucking family unit.
All that was solidified the moment I had my finger inside her. Her body was sweet perfection, and she freely shared it with me. The need rippling from her was desperate. As though she wanted to consume me. The monstrous villain that lives behind her pretty wide doll eyes is the same one that lives within Benjamin and me.
Lived.
His monster is most likely gutted like a pig for slaughter if I know my brother.
An ache settles in my chest but the thought of her seems to soothe it. If he is dead, then she’s all I have left. I’ll do anything to have her back in my arms.
My cock thickens as I remember how it felt to push inside her tight pussy. Choked my dick to the point I thought I’d come immediately. The idea of shooting my seed deep inside her nearly makes me manic.
Would Monster have allowed it?
Perhaps if I sucked his cock at the same time, he might have felt more than giving.
Images of the three of us tangled up in a messy, fucked-up, evil scene is gratifying. It ignites the fires within me. Gives me motherfucking hope. I’ll find a way to get out of this shitshow D
etective Dickface has put me in and I’ll get my family back. Kami could have been lying. Benny could still be alive.
I was sent away from a family once before.
I’ll be damned if I let that happen again.
“Out you go, psycho.” Dillon jerks on my bicep, and I realize we’re at the precinct already. He guides me into the building, his smug satisfaction practically rippling from him in waves.
I’ll end everyone he loves the moment I get my chance.
Everyone but Elizabeth, of course.
She. Is. Ours.
Our precious little monstrous doll.
He guides me past some rooms labeled Interrogation and into the holding area. I pass tatted-up criminals and gangsters. Dumb fucks who actually belong in such a scuzzy place.
I’m trapped in my thoughts as I go through the motions of getting booked. Under Cassian Harris, of course. That’s all they can do. For now. Until they uncover who I really am, thanks to that traitorous cunt Kami.
Instead of hurting, I erect walls.
Just like when Vika betrayed me.
My sister. My sweet sister. She ruined me.
Kami ruined me too.
They may think they can take me out of the game, but little do they realize, I’m the master.
I just make up new rules.
I always fucking win.
Benny
“DILLON WON’T ALLOW YOU TO manipulate him,” Marcus says from the chair he’s been tied to.
I sit up and stretch. Everything fucking hurts, but I’m feeling better. I don’t think my ankle is broken, just a sprain and already healing well enough for me to put my weight on it. The cuts pull tight on my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the burns I sustained thanks to Dillon years ago. I have a high threshold for pain, and the battlefield is where I long to sustain that high. Fuck Dillon and fuck Jessica. They only make me stronger.
“Shut up,” I snap. It’s been two days since they left with a note on my bedside. They went to retrieve Kami—the stupid whore—much to my fury, but never succeeded. I’ve been watching the news to plan out my next move. From what I can tell, Elizabeth, “the kidnapping victim,” is being held at the hospital for observations, and Cassian Harris is being held for the murder of a woman whose identity they don’t really know yet.