by Chloe Walsh
"It's me or them, brother. Take your pick."
"She is mine," Jethro complained weakly. "I shouldn’t have to fight for her –"
"Fight me for her, baby brother," Trigger dared menacingly, blade shining in his hand. "Or you are not worthy to have a woman of your own."
Fumbling awkwardly for his own knife, Jet held it loosely in his grip.
"Put your knives away, my sons," their father chuckled, sounding amused. "Jethro, you can share her with your brother tonight. Maybe you will learn something from him."
"It looks like your papi has come to your rescue once again, príncipe bebé," Trig said darkly, returning his blade to its holder. "Let us hope that he is always there to save you."
"Make her scream," Fabio told his sons with a clap before taking a seat at his throne. "Make her bleed, Jethro."
Strapped to the bed and paralyzed in an aroused state of fear, I watched as both brothers approached me, night and day, predator and comrade.
Moving for my face like I knew he would, Jet stroked my cheek with his soft hand before angling my head sideways.
He was naked now and his thick, semi-erect cock sprang free. Nuzzling my cheek with one hand, he guided the head of his cock to my lips with the other.
Parting my lips, I obediently took him into my mouth.
Remembering the way the woman before me had done it, I sucked deeply, and hated myself for growing wetter from the deep, animalistic male sounds coming from the men watching me.
Hands roamed over my flesh, squeezing my breasts, and I moaned around Jet's cock, working him deep in my throat.
"Good girl," he praised, cupping the back of my neck as he thrust deeper, ramming his cock down my throat. Tears stung my eyes from the force and I struggled to breathe through my nose while he took my mouth for his own.
Suddenly, my hips were yanked downwards and I choked hard on Jet's dick when a sudden jolt of pain shot through my pelvis
"Trigger!" their father growled, voice thick with lust. "That was not yours to take."
Agony engulfed me and I groaned loudly, thighs clenching around the hips planted firmly between my legs.
Trig's inside me, I realized, stretching my pussy out with hard, unrelenting thrusts from his thick cock.
Aroused now, Jet clutched my head in his hands, hips thrusting vigorously, eyes clenched shut as he fucked me without care for my ability to breathe.
Panicked, I struggled to breathe as my body jolted violently from the force Trig was taking me.
He doesn’t know.
That, or he just didn’t care anymore. He was ripping through my virginity like a madman. My jaw ached, my body shook, and I could feel the tears trickling down my cheeks as the brothers took what they wanted from me.
I could feel his hands on my hips, fingers digging roughly into my flesh as he ripped me apart.
A furious snarl tore from his throat. "Take me in, Ashton." Not corderito. I was always Ashton when we weren't alone. "Choke on his dick, corderit– whore." Snarling, he thrust harder. "Feel me break you."
Jet started to shudder and I felt a hot spurt of semen shoot down my throat. Groaning, he pulled out of my mouth and angled the head of his dick to my face. Another blast of hot seed hit my cheek.
"Pathetic. You barely got your dick wet, Jethro," his father sneered. "Trigger, my boy, make it count, son."
"Oh, I intend to," Trig snarled, upping his pace, fucking me hard and rough.
Gasping for air, I swung my gaze to look at the man between my legs. His movements were relentless, almost feral as he continued to penetrate me with an unhealthy dollop of violence.
He was angry with me.
With his father and Jet.
With the whole damn world.
Well, I was angry with him, too.
But I won.
He had to keep me now.
I could see my future in the form of the blood smeared all over my thighs.
I'm his.
Trig's cock was drenched in my blood and he didn’t even realize it. He was too busy punishing me for a crime I didn’t commit. He was fucking me at such a furious pace that he hadn't stopped to take a breath or to see the truth.
I cried out as the pain morphed into a twisted throbbing ache of pleasure. He still didn’t look. Adrenalin and vengeance were urging him forward.
He was trying to hurt me.
To break me.
It was working.
Suddenly, he yanked out of me and flipped me onto my stomach. I cried out from the pain. His hands were back on my hips, dragging my ass up to greet his cock, as he slammed into me all over again.
"Slow down, Trig," Jet warned, still panting. His concerned eyes flicked to mine. "Take it easy."
"On your whore?" Trig laughed, well and truly taking leave of his senses. "She was mine and you took her!"
"You're gonna regret this," Jet told his brother, and I concentrated on his hand as he continued to stroke my cheek, attempting to soothe and comfort me.
He knows he can't stop this.
They'd kill us both.
Fucking code.
"Seriously," he continued. "You're hurting her."
"Yes, and she deserves it!" Trig roared back. "Fuck you both." Releasing another furious snarl, he fisted my hair and dragged me backwards. My hands were bound to the bed so I couldn't go to him. "You took her from me, now watch me ruin her."
I was left in limbo, held cruelly by my hair while he wrapped his free hand around my stomach and continued his assault. "Puta traidora!"
3
Holding my breath, I peeked around the thick, red velvet curtain I was hiding behind, and locked eyes on the family of devils I had been thrust into.
Looking at Fabio Crellid made me lonesome for my father. I had slept easy at father's house, with no fear of being attacked in my sleep.
Not anymore.
Daddy, I miss you…
Narrowing my eyes, I listened as the oldest Crellid son, Anton, demanded vengeance for his brother.
Up until now, I didn’t have any problems with Anton.
Out of the four Crellid brothers, the eighteen-year-old displayed the least amount of interest in me.
I found myself having a problem with him now, though.
A huge, bastard-sized one.
"Father," Anton growled, pacing the office. His snow-white blond hair was ruffled and his face was set in a deep frown. "He attempted to make a eunuch out of your son." Throwing his hands up in clear exasperation, he hissed, "Surely such brutality has to be punished?"
"Agreed," Yegor, the little rat who was the same age as the bastard, chimed in. "He's a liability." Pushing off the wall he was leaning against, he strolled over to the leather couch and took a seat. "I say we eliminate the threat before it gets out of hand," he added, tone hard. "He's a cancer to this family. I say we cut the tumor out before it spreads."
"I am raising girls," Fabio laughed, clearly delighted with his sons' reservations. "Pussies."
Anton narrowed his eyes. "I am no girl."
"You are all threatened by his presence," his father countered, blue eyes laced with amusement. "By my bastard." Turning to Yegor, he added, "As you should be. A tornado is a terrifying concept to a house of sticks."
"I'm worried because he's a psychopath!" Yegor spluttered, looking affronted. "I feel threatened because he just cut my brother's cock off!"
"He is the only one of you that shows promise," Fabio corrected. "He has killer instincts." He smiled. "He will be my finest soldier."
"He wants to kill us," Anton bit out. "All of us. He won't work for you, Father. He will kill you – the first chance he gets. The bastard needs to go."
"Anton's right. He's more likely to slit our throats in our sleep than work for you," Yegor interjected with a snarl. "He's fucking insane."
"He is not insane, my sons, he is vengeful," Fabio corrected with a chuckle. "And we do not punish sons because of their thirst for blood and vengeance." He grinned darkly. "We c
hannel it into a weapon."
"A weapon?" Yegor gaped at his father like he had grown three heads. "But he's a loose cannon."
"I know. Isn't it beautiful?" Pushing back from his desk, Fabio stood up and walked to the window. "For thirteen long years I searched for him."
Clasping his hands behind his back, Fabio looked out the window to the mayhem occurring in the courtyard. Mayhem that revolved around his bastard son taking a vicious beating at the hands of his heavies.
"I hunted his whore mother to the ends of the earth to take back what she stole from me. To bring him home," Fabio continued, tone almost reverent. "And I am not disappointed." Turning back to face his sons, he said, "He became everything I dreamed for him and more. Vengeful. Murderous. Full of hate. Full of power." He sighed. "I am excited to unleash him on the world."
"You made a mistake with the nun," Anton said with a shake of his head. "You should have let him keep the mother whore."
"Boys don't need mothers," Fabio corrected. "To become a man, you need the umbilical cord severed from your birth whore and I did that for him. Women do not matter to kings. Our only need for a woman is pleasure and breeding. It was a merciful lesson." He smirked cruelly. "He is mine now."
"And the priest?" Yegor urged. "Why is he still breathing?"
"Good point, brother," Anton said, agitated. "Why are you allowing a holy man to enter our home, Father?"
I frowned, thinking about the old priest that had been to the estate on numerous occasions since my arrival.
I never thought much about it until now.
He came only for the bastard.
To visit him.
Why?
"We are not Catholics," Yegor sneered, dragging me from my thoughts. "We do not pray to his God."
"Exactly," Anton snapped. "Why are you letting this farce continue? You know that he helped the nun hide him from you."
"They speak in his mother tongue when they're together," Yegor added, sounding frustrated. "How do we know he's not planning a riot?"
"If you cannot find the answers to your simple questions without my help then I overestimated you both considerably," Fabio mused. "Keep your enemies close and their confidantes closer, my sons."
"So, you admit that he is an enemy," Anton pushed.
"We are all enemies," Fabio replied. "Some today, some tomorrow."
"I don’t understand," Yegor growled, sounding pained.
"Which is why you will never take over from me," Fabio practically cooed. "Stupid boy."
Yegor flushed bright red.
"How do you propose we contain him?" Anton asked then, moving to stand beside his father. He stared out the window as he spoke. "How do we get someone so untamed, and who despises us so much, to fall in line?"
"He is a man," Fabio replied. "Think, Anton. How are men kept in line, son?"
"Death," Yegor muttered from his perch on the couch. "Better again, go back in time and leave the bastard in the slums with his God and his god-worshipping mommy. That's where he belongs. If you don't have the heart to kill him, I'm sure his priest and his holy women would take him back in."
"Leave us!" Fabio barked loudly.
Yegor's sulky expression turned into one of shock. "But –"
"Get out," his father repeated. "You are thinking like a child and not the man you were raised to be. You disappoint me. Leave now before I decide to have two eunuch sons."
Yegor moved faster than I'd seen him since I got here. It wasn’t until he was gone from the room with the door closed behind him that Anton spoke.
"I don’t understand," he told his father, speaking in a far more respectful tone than his brother had used.
That's the one, my mind told me.
He'll take the throne.
"I mean no disrespect, Father, but the boy does not come across to me as being reasonable."
"He is not," Fabio agreed, clapping his oldest son on the shoulder. "But he is passionate. He is full of passion – overloaded with unrestrained, raw emotion. It is going to get him killed long before his time," he added with a long sigh. "But before it does, he is going to make me a fortune."
"And how do you plan on winning him over to our way of thinking?"
"Tell me, son," Fabio replied. "What do passionate men think with?"
"Their hearts, Father," his son dutifully replied.
Fabio nodded approvingly. "And what are passionate men drawn to?"
"Pussy," Anton replied without hesitation. "The ultimate weakness."
"Very good," his father praised. "It starts when a man is in the womb. Some grow attached to their birth whore. Natural enough – she provides them with nourishment from her body and the basic nurturing an infant requires. However, if the connection is not severed at an early age, it can become a terminal weakness to the man." He sighed heavily. "Unfortunately for your brother, the nun coddled him to her breast for far too long. She raised him with women and she made my son weak. He doesn't understand our world. He sees whores as equals – something he displayed tonight with your brother. Women are his weakness, son, and that is exactly how we will control him. We will offer him an incentive of sorts for his submission." He smirked. "A tempting prize he will undoubtedly conform for."
Anton frowned. "But the nun –"
"I'm not talking about the nun," Fabio quickly cut him off. "He is almost a man. He has sexual urges his whore mother could never sate. Urges that will sway his mind. Think smarter."
I saw the moment recognition dawned on Anton Crellid because his mouth fell open.
"Father." He shook his head. "She is supposed to be for one of your full-blood sons. She is promised to a Crellid – not a bastard."
"And yet, she belongs to a bastard," Fabio mused.
My heart flipped in my chest.
They were talking about me.
They were going to give me to the bastard.
Why was I not scared about this?
Why did this make me relieved?
"I will offer him the heiress whore," Fabio continued. "He's already interested – whether he realizes it or not. He's been watching her. Can't seem to help himself. His hungry, teenage eyes follow her everywhere she goes. A blind man could see that. And tonight's charade only signified how deeply he is affected by her." Grinning, he added, "My old brother-in-arms has given me a gift from beyond the grave with his daughter. She will be an irresistible carrot to dangle."
"He won't go for it," Anton was quick to say. "You saw what he did to Vas – she's too young. He shows honor – and respect to women."
"Exactly," his father chuckled. "There is more to passion than desire, son. With passion comes a deep sense of responsibility and the need to protect. And the bastard will protect her innocence to a fault because that is what his whore mother taught him to do. Women are his Achilles heel. She will become his greatest weakness. And I will take her back from him the moment he steps out of line."
"Did you plan it?" Anton asked then, narrowing his eyes. "Did you tell Vasily to mess with her?" He stiffened. "Did you know the bastard was watching over her?"
"Of course," Fabio replied without a hint of remorse. "Nothing happens under this roof without my knowing."
"But Vasily almost died," Anton choked out. "He could still die, Father–"
"Vasily is useless to me," Fabio snapped with a dismissive wave. "As is Yegor. They are not good enough. Never were. Your sisters are worth even less. You, on the other hand, still prove to be a worthy attribute."
"And him," Anton muttered, rubbing his jaw.
"Indeed," Fabio replied. "As for Jethro – I am still undecided. He is soft and weak. But I have regrettably grown fond of him."
"So, what's the plan now?"
"It's simple," Fabio replied. "You and your brothers will keep your hands off the heiress. Fucking with the whore means that he is distracted. I need him focused and willing to work with me. Therefore, you and your brothers will leave well enough alone. Is that clear?"
"I am not per
verted." Anton sneered in disgust. "I don't fuck children."
"Commendable," Fabio mused. "But your brothers are hungry. Keep them in line, son. No one touches the whore. Not your brothers. Not the men. No one."
"And the bastard?"
"He can do whatever he wishes with her body. It is his to use however he feels inclined," Fabio replied with a shrug. "He can hold her hand like a pussy bitch or fuck her with his cock. Take her like a dog, or make sweet love. It does not matter to me what he does with the whore as long as he stays in line."
"Will she still have an initiation?" Anton asked, sounding deep in thought. "The code says that any whore chosen to bear our children must be claimed through the initiation ritual. He will not permit such a thing. He will consider it a crime and an insult. You saw how he behaved at the initiation for Yana last week. He was out of his mind with disbelief and rage. He was murderous."
"You are right, my son. There will come a time when the heiress whore has to be initiated into the family or whored out," Fabio agreed thoughtfully. "However, I will give him an extended grace period."
"How long?"
"I will give him until she turns eighteen." With a nod of his head, he said, "She will be initiated on her eighteenth birthday. It is up to him if he wishes to proceed before then. He can fuck her tonight for all I care, but he will yield to me and she is the key to his submission."
Anton's brows shot up. "You value him so highly?"
"She is his prize," Fabio replied. "And he is mine."
"And the priest?" Anton pushed. "You're going to permit the visits?"
"I am," Fabio replied with a devious smile.
"You have a plan," Anton noted, eyeing his father warily. "You know something, don’t you?"
"It is my job to know all things. You need not concern yourself with fears of betrayal or rebellion. I am always ten steps ahead," Fabio chuckled, draping an arm around Anton's shoulders. "Now, come, son, let's find some whores to sink into. All this talk of the heiress is making me hungry…"
Pain seared through me, attacking my senses and making it hard to breathe, and I desperately tried to keep a hold of my nerve.
I cried out when I felt Trigger push his thumb inside my tight hole. Pushing inside me, he roughly pulled back out before forcing his thumb in my virgin ass once more.
