by Dani René
31
Drake
I don’t think there’s anything hotter than seeing Caia drenched in blood. Her father is dead. He’s bleeding out in our dining room, but I don’t care. The only thing I want and need is my girl. I want to go to her, but she’s with Harper, so I allow her time to be with her sister.
Dante leans in and whispers, “You know, this was one of the best dinner parties we’ve had in this house.”
“How did you do all this?” I question, not tearing my eyes away from the woman I love. I know Dante is somewhat of a loose cannon, but this is something else. The fact that he forgives me for not telling him the truth about our mother being alive is a miracle in itself, but what he did for Caia and Harper confirms that my brother can love.
“There were many times over the years you saved me,” he tells me. “But as much as you think you were the one who kept me from the shit that you had been through, I experienced some of the same, Drake.”
Snapping my gaze to his, I find the hurt in his eyes. Being the older brother made me believe I was meant to be stronger. And perhaps in a way I was, but I realize that by trying to save my brother, I was only hurting him more.
“I felt your pain all these years.” His confession causes my chest to tighten with anxiety, with fear that he hates me. “I saw it every time you looked at me, and this time, I wanted to be the one to save you. To show you I’m all grown up now, brother,” he smirks.
“You’re leaving. Aren’t you?” My question stills him, and I watch in awe as he drags his gaze toward the girl beside Caia. He’s found someone to love more than me. More than River. And even though I’ve always been protective of my brother, I realize it’s time to let him go.
Harper pulls Caia into a hug. Their father has taken his final breath, but there’s one more person still alive. Her eyes are wide. She’s watching her daughters with agony and guilt falling in watery emotion down her cheeks.
“I am,” Dante finally agrees. “It’s time I found my own life, brother,” he tells me, but he’s watching his girl. I’m about to respond when Rayne sidles up to him, wrapping her arm around his waist.
“Both of them?” My question causes him to chuckle.
When he finally turns to me, he shrugs. “If you can have two, why can’t I?”
He’s right. I’ve got Caia and River, and it seems as if my brother has two feisty females to contend with, but something tells me he’ll be able to handle them.
“What are we going to do with the mother?” he questions, lowering his voice so only I can hear him.
When I look at her, I note how fearful she is. But that doesn’t matter. Just like my own mother, the woman sitting at the table is as guilty as the other adults who were meant to care for us.
“The girls will decide,” I tell him.
Just then, Caia turns to me, a small, relieved smile on her face. I crook my finger, calling her toward me, and when she obeys, it only serves to make my cock hard.
“You and Harper need to decide what we’re doing with your mother,” I tell her.
“Well, she’s a filthy fuck,” Dante chuckles, earning him a swat from Harper. “It had to be done.” His shrug only confirms the asshole fucked their mother.
“And for what purpose?” I question.
“I figured if she escaped, I’d have a recording of her. Blackmail is the most popular way of making sure people do as you say. Also, I think my little minx over here enjoyed the show,” he smirks, tugging Harper under the other arm. My glare burns into him. “What? I wrapped my dick.” He rolls his eyes as if it’s a joke, and I know Dante doesn’t give a shit who thinks badly about him.
That’s the thing about my younger brother. Unpredictable, volatile, but he will always make sure he’s safe in any situation. Looking out for him, me, River, and the girls.
“Can . . .?” Caia starts, but lowers her gaze, allowing her words to trickle into nothing. The silence is deafening for a moment before she looks up at me again. “Can we keep her in the cells? Just until we decide what we’re going to do?”
I’d do anything for her. I’d fucking kill everyone who’s ever looked at her the wrong way. She has to know how much I love her. How much she’s changed me and made me realize that my heart isn’t cold and rigid. It’s beating, but it only does so for her and one other person.
River steps forward, his green eyes meet mine when I flit my gaze to his. He offers a nod of understanding. He knows this is the only choice we have right now. Realization hits me. I’m in love with him, and he’s no longer just my best friend.
He’s more than that. He’s family.
“We should clean this mess up,” he suggests, placing a hand on my shoulder and one on Caia. I can’t find words, so all I offer is a nod. He moves quickly, getting the team of men in.
I watch as they escort Caia and Harper’s mother through the room and out the double doors. She’ll be locked in one of the cells. I should kill her right here and now, but my girl has asked for time. That’s what I’ll give her.
“This is . . .” Her gentle voice lingers in my ears, and I want to grasp onto it for a moment longer, but I know I can’t.
“It’s a fuck up,” I tell her. Glancing at Dante who’s staring at me, I tell him, “We should never have had this happen.”
“It was my idea.” Harper steps forward. “My father spent years making my life hell. And when I found out what he did to my sister, to you and your brother, and to River, I knew he had to pay.”
“I get that—”
“No, Drake, you don’t. What you’re trying to do is protect my sister, and that’s admirable. I’m glad she’s found someone who is here for her, but Dante is here for me. We see things differently, and that’s okay.”
That we certainly do. As much as I wanted to kill Hamish, I also wanted more information from him. Perhaps his wife can offer that.
“What is your plan for your mother?” My question is aimed at both girls. I look over at Harper, then meet Caia’s beautiful, teary eyes.
“We need to know who else was working for my father.” Harper’s suggestion is spot-on. But I know her mother would never rat on the man she loves. There’s always been an unspoken rule about loving someone in this house.
My father was adamant that as soon as the affection grew, you’d be severed from the real world. Stolen and forced to support the person you love. I realize the moment my mother supposedly died, she took my father’s heart with her. But now I know she was alive and breathing, and I wonder if there was any love between them.
Many times over the years, I’ve looked at Malcolm Savage and wondered just how much it had taken to break him. Life. My mother. The fact that he had to put on a show for every client and customer that walked through the door.
He wasn’t real. He’d hidden his feelings behind a mask, just like he taught Dante and me to do. Only, we never could get it right.
“Drake.” Caia’s gentle voice breaks through the darkness that clouds my mind. “Let’s go to bed. You need to rest.” She’s everything I’ve always wanted. Someone who knew about my family but still loved me anyway.
32
Caia
Drake leads me back to his bedroom. I’m still in a daze after everything that’s happened, and having the man I love beside me only makes things seem more surreal. When I first met him, he was nothing more than a stranger who hurt me. He was someone I feared, but as time passed and I learned about the man in question, he became so much more. He became the love of my life.
Perhaps that makes me sick. Fucked up. I fell in love with my captor. But I know I’m stronger for it. Knowing Drake has offered me strength I never had before. He isn’t a knight in shining armor. He definitely is not the most romantic person in the world, but he makes my heart soar. He offers me something I never thought I’d ever have again.
Drake gives me hope.
For years, I was hidden away in the dark. I was merely a toy for people to use, by men and women, and t
hey made sure I was nothing more than a device for their sick needs.
When we reach Drake’s room, he ushers me inside, shutting the door behind River who joins us. We’re all in shock. The silence is thick and heavy, hanging over the three of us, and I don’t know what to say.
I perch myself on the mattress, my eyes watchful of the two men in the room with me. My body is still trembling when I settle on the bed. My hands are drenched in my father’s blood.
Staring at my fingers, I note how they shake. It’s a slight movement, but it’s there. I’ve always wanted to kill him. After being tortured, knowing that he sent me here, seeing what he did to Harper, I knew I had to do something. My need for revenge was fierce. And now that it’s over, I’m not sure what the next step is.
I replay in my mind the look in his eyes as I did it. When I watched the life drain from him. He didn’t deserve to live. That was always clear to me. And I knew I would never spare his life. If I didn’t do it, I know Drake would’ve.
But the truths that tumbled free tonight only confirm he needed to die. My father was always a smart man. When I was growing up, I admired his ideas for business. I’d watch him sit behind his large mahogany desk as he told me what he was planning. The software he wanted to develop. The partners he would bring in to help with marketing, with actually creating the apps.
He made money, and perhaps that was his downfall. Too much money made him bored. It made him believe he was God and he could play with lives. But it also made him sick.
The things I watched on the videos of him and Harper made me sick. Violent. Shaking my head to clear the thoughts, I glance up to find both men staring at me. River is leaning against the door, his arms folded in front of his chest. Drake is sitting on his desk, blue eyes searing me as he watches my reaction.
I know Drake has killed before. It’s no secret, so he knows how I’m feeling. There’s no doubt I did the right thing, but taking someone’s life is not something you can just walk away from. It’s life-altering. It’s scary how easily I could do it without a second thought.
“You look beautiful,” Drake offers, breaking the silence.
I can’t help smiling. In all this destruction, he still sees me as beautiful.
“I’ve never seen anything hotter than you taking his life. Watching a monster die for what he did, I feel relieved. And it’s because you were strong enough. Since the first moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew,” he smirks.
“You knew what?”
“I knew you were stronger than any of the girls that were brought in here.”
River chuckles, making his way toward me. “He’s right. He was besotted with you the moment you pissed on him.”
His comment makes me laugh, and I can’t stop. My shoulders shake, and the tension that held me captive for so long finally abates.
River settles beside me, his hand finding my thigh, stroking me slowly. My body trembles when he reaches the apex between my thighs. He taunts me gently, as if waiting for me to refuse him, but I can’t. There’s no way I can ever refuse River or Drake.
I open my eyes to meet the deep green pools of River’s. Smiling up at him, I lean in and plant a kiss on his cheek. The soft stubble that darkens his jaw makes him look older than I know he is.
His golden blond hair is tousled, messy, and sexy. His smirk is filthy. His eyes shine with desire.
“Drake is right. You’ve never looked more beautiful,” he tells me. He takes my bloody hand, pressing it to his crotch, and I feel how much he wants me in that moment. “Take out my dick,” he orders gruffly.
My fingers move of their own accord. Gripping his shaft, I pull it from his slacks. The thick, hard cock throbs in my hand, and I stroke it slowly.
A groan comes from Drake as he nears us. He seats himself on the other side of me. And I follow his hands as they shove his slacks down, and he allows me to fist his cock.
Both men are entranced at me stroking them with the blood of my father on my hands. The sounds of feral grunting surround me, and I find myself whimpering with want. The need to forget what I’ve just done takes hold of me, and I keep my eyes locked on either man, flitting between the two.
River teases my legs wider, draping one leg over his, and my other over Drake’s. I’m spread for them, and all I want to do is feel them open me, stretch me, make me cry in pained pleasure.
Once they’re both solid steel in my hands, Drake lies down, his head positioned on the pillows. His cock jutting from his hips. I take my cue and rise, pulling my dress up and over my head. I’m not wearing a bra, and I allow my panties to pool at my feet. He crooks his finger, pulling me onto him. I straddle his hips, sliding down on him, taking him into my already drenched center.
“Fuck, little bird, you’re so tight,” Drake grits out as if the restraint he’s holding onto is pulled taut and about to snap.
River reaches for the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lube, then moves behind me. With a snap, he opens it and drizzles the cool liquid over the crack of my ass. The way he massages me, teasing my hole, scissoring me open makes me whimper loudly.
Drake doesn’t move. River eases his cock into me. Inch by torturous inch, he opens me wide. Painfully so. I cry out when he finally bottoms out and I’m filled like never before. I can’t breathe for a moment, but two sets of hands on my body ground me. They hold me close, and we start to move.
33
Drake
With River inside Caia, I’m lost in pleasure watching her take us both. Her face is euphoric as we both move, sliding back and forth. Her delicate hands hold onto me, her tits are at my mouth, and I can’t stop myself from capturing her nipple, grazing my teeth over the taut bud, which only makes her clench around us tighter, milking us for the seed I’m dying to empty inside her.
I’ve had women between River and me before, but this is something else. This is no longer just a moment to get myself off, to find release I need. There is emotion in this moment.
“I love you, both,” I utter, causing River to still. Both sets of eyes — River’s and Caia’s — bore into me. “I love you both. I never want to be without either of you.”
The corner of my best friend’s mouth kicks up into a full blow grin. He always knew I loved him, but I could never say the words. I could never admit my feelings because we still had monsters to slay.
“I love you, Drake,” River tells me.
Caia leans in, her mouth close to mine, and her breaths fan the words over my lips. “I love you more than anything,” she informs me. Then, she turns her head to meet the eyes of the other man who’s owning her. “I love you too. More than you can ever imagine.”
“I love you, sweetheart.” River winks, then slowly slides from her body and drives back in harder and faster than she expects, making her cry out a yes as pleasure rockets through her.
We move in earnest then.
We fuck.
We make love.
Writhing, trembling, clawing at each other with a need only animals would ever feel. It’s basal. Feral. I’m tempted to bite into her, to suck the life force that pumps through her veins and taste her essence as I watch her ride us both. Taking us inside her beautifully tight body.
We’re nothing but grunts and sweat, slick and slippery. Passion ignites us, and we’re burning from the love, the desire, and the lust driving us forward to find euphoria.
Then I feel River’s cock throbbing as he empties himself into her, marking her. I grip her hips, holding her against me, and bury my cock deep inside her, wishing with all my heart that I’m filling her womb with potent seed.
My girl doesn’t disappoint with the whimpers of pleasure as she calls out mine and River’s names. Her nails dig into my flesh as she shudders above me, between our bodies.
Stalking through the hallway, I make my way down to the cells. If there’s any more information I can get out of Caia’s mother, I’ll ensure I get it. I’ve just left both River and my girl sleeping in my bed, and the need to go back up t
o them, to curl myself between them is ever-present, but there’s work to be done.
A screech comes from the dungeon, and my feet move faster toward the sound. When I shove open the thick metal door, I find Dante and Harper inside. The girl’s mother is chained to the wall where my father used to bind us while he ensured our training went as planned.
Turning to the sound of the screech, I realize it’s not the woman who’s cuffed to the wall. Instead, I find the screen playing out the video of Harper’s abuse. They’re forcing this woman to watch what her daughter had to go through.
Tears stream from her eyes, and I wonder if she feels any guilt. When she attempts to turn her face away, her daughter forces it forward, making sure she watches every gruesome detail.
“Drake.” My brother sidles up beside me. “We wanted to get more information from Holly before the girls sat down with her.”
“I was coming down here to do the same, only I don’t think I would’ve tortured her like this,” I tell Dante, gesturing to the television screen which has the horrific scenes playing out.
“This was Harper’s idea.”
I nod at this information. Caia has a streak of fire in her, it burns brightly when she’s making a kill and it seems her sister is as vicious as she is. I don’t blame her in the slightest. In fact, I’m proud of her.
“So, you’re with both girls?” I question, realizing last night flew by. Everything that had happened was so fast I didn’t get a chance to talk to Dante.
“I am,” he tells me. “They’re both beautiful, they both want me, and since you’re delving into a lifetime threesome, I figured I’d try it out. And,” he says, leaning in closer. “Watching them lick my sticky seed from each other’s pretty little cunts is hot as hell.”
