Angel (A Reverse Harem Bully Romance): The Brotherhood

by K. M. Raya

  He scoffs, shaking his head back and forth.

  “No, I don’t think you do.” Sitting up, he crawls over my body, much like he had before—that night seeming like a lifetime ago.

  “I don’t think you’ll ever understand how much I regret all the shit we put you through. And now I’m afraid we’ve fucked it all up.”

  Cocking my head to the side, I ask, “Fucked what all up?”

  Ellis lowers his head and places a feather light kiss on my lips.

  “Us,” he whispers. “All of us.”

  My heart stutters in my chest.

  ‘Is he saying what I think—”

  “We’re bad men, Angel. You shouldn’t want anything to do with any of us,” he warns.

  A throat clears somewhere in the room, startling me. Looking up, my eyes widen as I take in the three other guys standing in the middle of my bedroom over Ellis' shoulder.

  I have no idea how long any of them have been standing there. Carter, Holden and Captain stand there staring at me with a mixture of heat and regret in their eyes. I should feel guilty, laying here underneath Ellis in front of three men I’ve slept with, but instinctively I feel like I belong to all of them.

  I think they know it too.

  “I don’t care,” I speak up loud enough for them all to hear me. “We’ve all done things that we regret. I’ve done things . . . horrible things I’ll never be able to undo.” I look down and away from their eyes. Mine fill with guilty tears.

  “What are you talking about, babe?” Ellis slips a finger beneath my chin and raises my head up so that our eyes meet.

  I’ve never told another soul about what happened to me that night. I’ve kept it locked up tight in my brain, refusing to let it see the light of day. I’ve always held on to this irrational fear that once someone knows the truth, it’ll be like a brand, marking me forever.

  “I killed a man once,” I blurt and watch as Ellis’ eyes widen. I feel his body stiffen above me but he doesn’t pull away.

  “He raped me in my own bed and I blew his brain out of his skull.” I release a heavy breath and they each watch me with rapt attention.

  “It was so fucking easy too . . . I don’t think it should have been that easy,” I mutter, wanting to wipe away the tear that trails out from the corner of my eye.

  “There has to be something wrong with me.”

  The bed dips slightly and I look up to see Holden sitting on the edge of it. Carter leans against my desk and Cap is now sitting on the vanity chair. They all watch me with sympathetic and slightly angry eyes and I don’t see a single ounce of repulsion.

  Carter speaks up first, “I’m glad that fucker’s dead. Saves me a trip to New York,” he growls. His blue eyes are blazing—glaringly at odds with the relaxed posture he maintains.

  The others nod, agreeing with him without hesitation.

  “Thanks, but it was four years ago . . .”

  “We’ve all done things, Angel. Hell—Cole had me doing his dirty work for years and I couldn’t do a damn thing. But that’s just a part of this life. A lot of us didn’t have a choice to make. You had a choice—but baby, you made the right one no matter how shitty it feels.”

  Their words touch me more than they could ever realize. Reaching a hand up, I cup Ellis’ cheek and pull—lowering his face to mine, but I stop myself half way—remembering that we’re not alone.

  Glancing at the others, I watch as Holden smiles cheekily.

  “Don’t mind us, little bird—we’re enjoying this as much as you are.”

  His eyes are dark, and I can tell he’s serious. Looking at Cap and Carter, I see the same need and want on their handsome faces too. They watch me under their friend, wanting me just as much as I can feel that Ellis does. The bulge in his jeans rubs against my pussy making me want to grind myself on it.

  Both of our chests heave in synchronicity. His grey eyes have darkened to the point that they look black. Reaching back behind his head in that fucking sexy way that guys do, he yanks his shirt up and over his head, letting the black fabric hit the floor.

  The next thing I know he’s reaching for tie on my robe. There’s nothing beneath the silk fabric as he opens it up and takes it off completely. His pupils are blown out as his eyes roam my naked body. His pink tongue slips out, slowly dragging along his bottom lip, making my thighs clench.

  I’m completely exposed. I know I should feel embarrassed, but I don’t. I feel free and beautiful for the first time in a long time.

  With a heavy, firm hand he sweeps his fingers over my exposed collar bone until chills spread over my skin. I feel his hot breath caress the side of my neck—that too enticing tongue licking out, tasting me and his answering hum tells me he likes it almost as much as I do.

  After all we’ve been through—all the suspicion, the games and the secrets, It’s impossible to rationalize how I let myself get to the point that my walls come crashing down, ready to let them all in and see the real me. But as his fingers skim the bare, flat expanse of my abdomen, all coherent thoughts fly far away from my mind.

  “I want you so goddamn much, baby girl. I’ve always wanted you. It was only a matter of time . . .” he whispers between kisses.

  “I need you, please tell me you feel this too because I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

  Expert fingers dip further down my body until his whole hand covers my pussy, making my muscles pulse. He caresses me before rubbing my clit in tight little circles until heat begins to spread though my limbs. I tingle and burn, but it’s a good burn—one that makes me want to press into his palm, urging him to touch me harder—to move faster.

  But he doesn’t move faster.

  His pace is steady, almost as if he enjoys knowing I’m losing my mind at his touch. His lips are clamped to my neck, suckling and licking as his fingers work me into a frenzy. With his other palm, he squeezes my breast lightly, making me moan aloud. The sound is jarring in the silence, but the answering groans spur me on.

  As my head lolls to the side, I watch in disbelief as every single man in the room strokes their cocks as they watch us. Their eyes are dark and focused on my pussy. Holden kneels on the mattress, licking his lips like he wants to dive right in.

  Captain strokes himself slowly, meeting my eyes and sending me a wink that makes my heart flutter. Lastly is Carter, his navy colored eyes are locked on me as his palm rolls over the head of his cock, spreading the pre-cum over the tip. He groans, tilting his head back and letting his eyes fall shut. It’s the sexiest damn thing I think I’ve ever seen.

  Pressure builds inside of me and I know it’s only a matter of time before I shatter beneath his expert fingers. But before I have a chance to reach the point of no return, Ellis pulls away, making me whimper at the loss of his touch.

  I don’t have to wait long.

  Slowly, he kisses down my aching body until he reaches the apex of my thighs. I’m ready for him as my legs part of their own volition, granting him access. With another satisfied growl Ellis dips down until his long, pierced tongue flicks out to swipe down the center of me, making me writhe.

  He flattens his tongue—covering my clit completely, but he adds just the right amount of pressure, making my eyes roll back in my head as my legs begin to shake..

  It’s obvious that he’s experienced. As much as I don’t want to think about it, I can’t deny the fact that he’s playing my body like a fine tuned instrument. The sounds I’m making are guttural and wild. My back arches and his arms hook around my slick thighs, holding me to the bed.

  In a sudden wave of ecstasy, heat and pressure, my orgasm crashes over me, momentarily stealing the breath from my lungs. I moaned louder than ever before as I soar high into the clouds before crashing back down to by mattress.

  Ellis leisurely licks at my wet pussy, taking breaks to softly kiss my thighs before sitting back, rising up on his knees and wiping his smirking mouth with the back of his hand.

  "You looked pretty good beneath me," I tea
se, earning me a mock scowl.

  "You think we're done here?" he asks as his fingers fly to the buttons of his jeans.

  "I hope you're ready to be ruined for all other men," he warns, but his eyes are dancing.

  Just then, someone in the room growls, making me laugh.

  Rolling my eyes, I grab a hold of his waistband, dragging the denim down his legs.

  "You talk a big talk, you know that?"

  Once freed from those constricting pants, his cock springs free—thick and heavy as I run a finger down its silky length.

  He groans.

  "Fuck . . ." he growls with his head tipped backwards as I grip him tight.

  Watching him come undone is like watching art come to life.

  It makes me feel powerful.

  He loses control then, shoving my legs apart but bending down until his soft lips meet mine in a frenzy— my tongue traces his lip ring, making me even wetter. His hands grip the sides of my face, making me feel delicate. His kisses turn hard and passionate, filled with emotions he’s always been so careful to keep hidden away from the world.

  My hips begin to rock, seeking him out. I need him inside me—filling me up until we’re connected in the most natural way.

  With a single thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, causing us and all three other guys in the room to moan in pleasure.

  He isn’t gentle after that. He pounds into my pussy like his life and mine depends on it. Each slap of skin reverberates off of the walls of my bedroom, filling the silence with the sounds of our passion. Ellis grips my hair as he fucks me into the soft mattress. The sting at my scalp is surprisingly pleasurable and so I just scream for him to fuck me harder.

  His hands leave my hair and latch onto the wooden headboard behind me, gripping on tight as he braces himself. He never stops his wild thrusts—his muscular, tattooed arms flexing as he holds himself above me. My back arches as his pelvis grinds into me, rubbing my clit just right until I shatter beneath him once more.

  I clench my muscles around his thick cock and feel him growing larger. He’s thickened to the point of near pain before suddenly, his whole body goes rigid.

  The sound that comes out of his mouth has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard another human being utter. It’s a mixture between a guttural groan, a growl and a whimper. His silvery eyes roll back in his head and his body shakes as he comes inside me.

  Looking up, I watch as the three others come, stroking their dicks up and down, faster and harder than before. They all moan and groan until they’re spent.

  When it’s over, Ellis lets his body drop on top of my sweaty form, hugging me to his naked chest as we listen to the erratic thumping of our joined heartbeats in the silence.

  The feel of him in my arms is so right and so real.

  Slowly, one by one each one of my guys makes his way over to the bed—stripping their clothes off before making themselves comfortable.

  They wrap themselves around me in a warm, safe cocoon. I know I’ll have to get up and use the bathroom soon, but for now I just need to lay here.

  Eventually, we all drift off to sleep.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Angel

  Waking in the morning to sunlight shining through my window, I almost forget where I am for a few seconds until I take stock of my surroundings.

  I’m in my bedroom, but the only thing that's missing are the four guys who’d fallen asleep in here with me. Feeling the sheets next to me, I find that they're cold. They must have crept out of here a long time ago. For some reason the thought leaves me with an uneasy pang in my gut.

  I go through the motions of my morning, showering off last lights activities and making myself some well deserved chamomile tea. My throat still feels slightly raw after being held so tightly in that horrible man’s grip a week ago.

  I still don’t understand who he was, but I’m going to guess he’s a part of this stupid Brotherhood.

  I spend most of my birthday lounging around on my couch doing nothing. Beth and the girls texted earlier wanting to hang, but I can’t risk them seeing the bruises. I have cuts on my skin too—impossible to hide fully no matter how much makeup I try to slather on them.

  It's around seven o’clock in the evening when my phone rings and I rush into my room to answer.

  “Mama?” I ask, breathlessly. She never calls me at an unscheduled time and it worries me.

  “Angel—you need to get out of that house!” she shouts in my ear.

  My heart stutters in my chest.

  “Mama, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

  I can hear scrambling on the other end of the phone and a low voice grumbling in the background. It sounds like there’s a struggle.

  “Listen to me! Pack a bag and get out of that city. Do it now before it’s too late. Baby, I know we haven’t always seen eye to eye, but you need to listen to your Mama. You are not safe there.”

  I hear the sound of a slamming door and the click of a lock over the phone. I’m assuming she just locked herself in a bedroom.

  “Tell me what’s happening, Mama. If you're in some kind of trouble I’ll be on the next plane out there—” She cuts me off with a hiss.

  “It’s not me that’s in danger, piccolina. I have to go now, but do as I say. Get out of town and disappear. Throw this phone in a river and leave. Don’t ever come back, do you hear me, Angel?”

  I choke on a sob, I don’t know why she’s telling me these things. I’m so fucking confused.

  “Mama. . .” I cry helplessly.

  “I love you, baby. I’m so sorry I couldn’t help Sofia . . .”

  My breath catches.

  She never speaks of my sister.

  “You’ll never know how sorry I am. Good bye, baby. Please go!”

  She hangs up without another word, leaving me heaving as I stare at the blank screen in my hands.

  Running into my bathroom, I gather my essentials and toss them into a bag. I’m still wearing my white shift nightdress, but I’ll need to find something to wear on a plane. It seems my trip to Vancouver just moved up.

  In my closet, I sift through my belongings, tossing things I’ll need out of the room and onto my bed when suddenly, a shiver runs down my spine. My whole body stiffens, but before I have a chance to turn around, a hand clamps over the bottom half of my face—covering my mouth and nose with a white cloth.

  I try to fight it, but I can feel my brain growing fuzzy and disoriented. I struggle, but in the end blackness creeps in until I’m falling under and letting it take me.

  ✽✽✽

  The world is a haze of fuzzy colors and sounds.

  My mouth is dry like I’ve been chewing on cotton. I’m cold. It's the first real sensation I’m able to identify before I fully come to. The night is dark around me but I can’t see a thing because something is tied around my eyes, wrapping around the back of my head in a bow. I thinks it’s some sort of white ribbon and all I can make out are vague shapes and moonlight. I have no idea how I got outside, but the last thing I can remember is . . .

  ‘Fuck!’

  Someone drugged me—I was too late. I should have run out of that house as soon as Mama told me to. I should have called one of the guys to come get me. I'm a god damned fool. I should have run while I had the chance!

  I take stock of my body, realizing that I am unharmed but also unable to move. My hands are once again bound behind my back, but this time by silken ribbon, not the thick rope that had torn my wrists to shreds in that horrible room. I let out a small yelp as rough hands hook beneath my armpits and haul me up off the ground and away from the tree I’d been propped up against.

  Soon, I’m standing on my feet—barefoot and shivering. As soon as I stop wobbling, they guide me forward. I want to fight—to try and run from them, but my body is weak and I know I won’t get very far. I have no shoes and my robe is long gone, not to mention the fact that I have no clue how far out in the woods we are or how to get back into town. I can smel
l pine all around me and feel the dirt beneath my bare toes.

  We walk for what seems like hours, but I logically know it's only been around five minutes. There are no lights out here, but it’s still so bright, even with this thing covering my vision. Suddenly, the air shifts and a new scent hits my nose. It smells like a campfire and makes my heart drop into my stomach because I know exactly where they are taking me.

  Through the covering I can just barely make out the glow of the distant fire. It grows larger the closer we get. I don’t struggle at all now, knowing it’s pointless. When I begin to feel the heat of the flames on my exposed skin, my heart rate kicks up a notch because I know exactly who’s waiting for me on the other side of these flames.

  We come to a stop when the person holding my arm lets go and tears the covering from my eyes. I blink away the dizziness as my vision clears until my eyes adjust. When they do, it's as if I can feel the physical cracking of my ribcage as the heart in my chest shatters into billions of tiny shards.

  Nothing makes sense any more, and I don’t even know if I want it to.

  Standing in a half circle around me are nine men, each of them dressed head to toe in black slacks and button down shirts. Their faces are obscured by garish looking animal masks that look way too realistic for my comfort. The whole scene is outlandish and pulled straight from the nightmares that have plagued me since I first laid eyes on this fucking place.

  Icy wind whips through my tangled hair, dark strands stinging my watery eyes as I glare at the ones I thought I could have loved—the ones I thought loved me.

  I can smell rain in the air and know instinctively that it’s only a matter of time until a storm hits. Firelight warms my face, but the ice that has begun to crystalize around what remains of my heart chills me to the bone. I fight to keep breathing steadily, chin held high and shoulders back, but the effort takes more out of me than I’d anticipated. They think I’m a broken little girl . . . like all the ones before me.

  Looking at them now, how could I not have known?

  How could I have been so easily fooled?

  'I know how.