Page 102 of Twisted Hunger

"Oh, God…Dante," I breathe heavily as I feel my building climax, "Please stop… don't make me…"

"You're going to show number fourteen how to be a good girl for her master, and you're going to come for me, poppet," Dante dismisses everything that I oppose because he likes to humiliate me.

Pulling his fingers from me, he slaps my pussy several times before thrusting them back in. "I have one more thing for you to do, poppet," he whispers into my ear.

“Uh…what is it…oh God…” I can barely think straight, never mind talk.

"Once you come like a good little whore, I need you to learn how to give them their mark. Number fourteen still needs hers."

"I can't do that, please…don't make me," I pant. "I can't tattoo…"

"Ah, but we decided to start marking them differently, poppet. You will brand them with an iron that has our crest on it," he explains, but I'm too far gone to argue at the moment, "They will be strapped down as you brand them on the neck."

"Dante…I can't..."

He yanks my head back and sneers, "You will, or else you will wear our brand as well. Is that what you want? I think you would look fucking beautiful with our mark on this pretty neck of yours.

Letting go of my now sore breasts, he wraps his hand around my neck and squeezes. "I can't breathe," I gasp as my hands come to his wrist.

"That's the point of choking someone, poppet. You're going to come as I cut your air off because that's what needy sluts do. When you pass out, which I know you will, I will bend you over the table and give you a good fucking while fourteen watches." He's breathing heavily as he dares to ask me, "You're okay with me doing that, aren't you, poppet? Passing out briefly only to wake up with a nice fat cock in this needy cunt? Tell me you're okay with it…"

I want to scoff, but I know better. Dante doesn't care if he has my permission because he will do it anyway. He just wants me to say it's okay to play into the needy whore role. I need to come, though; he has me desperate for release, so as soon as I nod my head, his hand tightens on my neck, and he inserts another finger into me.

"You're so fucking perfect, poppet. Always letting us use you the way we like. Come for me like a good whore…" His eyes light up with excitement the further I sink, and my body reacts, "Ah yes… that’s it! Give into it, poppet…"

As stars begin to dance before my eyes and my body jerks from lack of air, Dante’s thrusts become brutal. My body reacts to all the sensations taking place and I come hard just before darkness consumes me. I don't think I'm out long, but it was long enough for Dante to do precisely what he said he would do. When I come to, I'm bent over the only table in the room, and my hips slam against the edge as he takes me from behind.

His hands squeeze my ass cheeks roughly before one comes down on my bare flesh with a sting. "This is how your master is going to fuck his whore, fourteen. Get used to it. Poppet learned her place well and is rewarded for it."

I hear Dante's labored breathing as he pounds into me from behind. When I move my head, and he notices that I'm awake, Dante lifts my leg to the table, grabs my hair, and brings me up until my back is against his chest. He turns my head by my chin until I can see his face.

"Welcome back, poppet." His mouth crashes over mine, kissing me savagely as he begins to jerk. "Fuck yes," he groans against my lips, "Your cunt takes my seed so well."

I guess letting Dante choke me and fuck me like he did, paid off. I'm sitting at my mother's bedside, holding her hand while she sleeps. Dante is giving me one hour with her while he takes a business call out in the hallway. I'd love to be able to talk to her, but I don't dare wake her. I'll be content just knowing that she's still alive.

The nurse was here when I arrived and gave me an update. Mom seems to be doing okay, and if she continues to do better, she can return home in a few days. However, I was also informed that her cancer has spread, and there isn't anything that they can do for her. I'm going to lose my mother, and I can't even spend her last days with her.

With only fifteen minutes left of my hour, my mother begins to wake up. As soon as she sees me, her eyes water. "Is it really you, baby?"

I squeeze her hand. "Yes, it's me…I'm here."

"I thought I'd never see you again! How are you here?"

Shrugging, I lift the side of my mouth up. "Good behavior, I guess."

Mom stares at me, and I can see the regret in her once vibrant eyes. "I'm so sorry, Ryan. I was hoping that what Bain told me wasn't true, but I was afraid of chancing it, so I didn't push him hard to stop pestering the two of you, but that wasn't enough. I know now that I should have stood by him on this. I'd rather you hate me than be with them. I just wanted you happy, and I could see that Beau did that for you, and I knew he would take care of you."

"I wish you would have told us. We could have figured something out…" My voice trails off as Mom shakes her head.

"No, baby. Bain even tried moving after they did what they did to his wife, thinking they would forget all about him and that stupid Huntley vendetta they have against Bain's family." She turns her head to look out the window. "Because he hadn't heard from them in years, he thought it was safe, so when he decided to marry me, to make sure you were taken care of, he had hoped things would be fine, but he still didn't want to chance it with you and Beau. Which is why he was still against it from the beginning."

"Why do the D'Angelos hate the Huntleys so much?" I ask, desperately needing to know.

Mom looks at the door, and I look at my watch, noticing I have a little over five minutes left, and I tell her as much. It seems like she doesn't want to tell, though. She remains quiet for the longest time. I wait, hoping she won't let me leave without knowing why my fate is now in the hands of the brutal brothers.

"It has nothing to do with Bain or his father. Bain's uncle did the D'Angelos wrong, and now, all the male heirs suffer for it." I see her body quivering, and even though it's not from her being cold, I lift her blankets higher.

"Please, Mom…I need to know." I glance behind me at the door and then back to my mom.

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