Page 86 of Twisted Hunger

The hand holding me against him comes up to my throat and wraps around it. He squeezes my neck until my air is cut off as he slips the gun inside my pants and works it faster and faster against my clit. My hands come up, and I claw at the hand choking me, but all Luca does is laugh.

"Come before your air runs out, poppet…"

I notice Dante adjust himself as he watches his brother molest me with his gun. These men are depraved…the worst of the worst! I have no choice but to give in if I want to live. The last thing I want is for Beau to come home and find me dead on our living room floor.

Closing my eyes, I think of Beau and what he does to me. If I'm going to come for these assholes, then it's going to be my husband that I'm thinking about. It is precisely what I do. Relaxing my body, I pretend that it's Beau sliding his cock back and forth. “Yeah, baby. Come for me…give me what I want, what belongs to only me, Ry."

The climax that hits is a big one, and I find myself gasping for air when Luca lets go. I'm actually grinding myself against the gun barrel as I do so. I can't stop it; it feels too good. Even when I hear the two brothers laughing at me, I keep going because it may be the last time I see my husband's face as I come.

"I knew she would be a filthy little slut for us, brother," Luca chuckles. "We just have to know how to bring it out of her."

Dante only grunts. "We will see how well she does once we get her home. Come, let's get out of this shithole. Poppet has made her choice, and for her sake, she had better hope that Sergio feels the same as you do about keeping her. I already know that he's not going to like the fact that she's refused us."

Just as I start to get my bearings again, I feel a pin prick in my neck, and everything starts to fade in and out. They drugged me…these motherfuckers just drugged me! Everything that I have come to know, and love has now been taken from me, and I'm being forced into a life where I don't know if I'm going to live or die. The only thing I do know is that I will do what I need to do to stay alive, so I can make it back to Beau someday.

It's been a week since Dante and Luca have brought me back to my new prison. I've remained catatonic the whole time, and they have yet to touch me, but the time of reprieve may be over as the door to my room opens, and Sergio, the third brother and the scariest one, walks in. He carries something in his hand as he approaches the cage I've been locked in.

Waking up inside an oversized dog kennel with a pounding headache is not something that I recommend, but it beats waking up to being gang raped by strangers like I was afraid would happen. No, they put me in a fucking dog kennel instead and left me here. I'm still in the same clothes I came in and haven't showered at all, either.

I press myself against the back of the cage when Sergio bends down and opens the door. He snaps his fingers and makes kissing noises like you would a dog, calling, "Come poppet. Be a good girl and come out."

There's amusement in his voice, and it only pleases him more when I glare at him and ignore his command. As big as this brother is, standing well over six-foot-five, it surprises me when he gets down on his knees and crawls into the kennel. He comes in far enough to grab my now greasy hair and drag me out by it.

"When I give my little pet a command, you fucking follow it! Do you understand?" He clenches his jaw angrily.

"Ouch! Yes, I'm sorry," I cry out.

"You better be! Now, on your knees!" He shoves me down, so I have no choice.

He takes his time putting a collar around my neck and then hooking a chain to it. It's humiliation at its finest as he walks away, pulling on the leash and expecting me to follow. I have no choice but to do just that.

We take an elevator down to the first floor, and then I crawl behind him as we enter a large office. A snicker from the corner of the room comes to my attention. "I knew it! You owe me fifty bucks, Dante!" Luca holds his hand out to his brother.

"Did you have to grab the collar and leash, Serg?" Dante glares at his brother, but Sergio only shrugs.

"I haven't played with a pet for a while. I figured I'd take her for a test run." Sergio looks down at me. "Heel."

Because I know what it means, I do as he tells me to, and I sit back onto my heels. "Such a good poppet." Dante grins. "Now, you are here to give us your final answer. Are you going to stay willingly or not? First, we have something for you to watch that can have a major impact on your answer." He lifts a remote and turns on the television.

The news is on, and in the background, there is a police car pulling up to the station with the reporter standing just outside."We are coming to you Live to update you on the homicide of Brock Davis. "I freeze at the name and keep my eyes glued to the screen, my heart racing a mile a minute."Beau Huntley, the son of Bain Huntley, owner of Bellini Formal, has been charged for Davis's murder."

There he is, my handsome husband, overgrown scruff and all, being helped out of the back seat of the police car in handcuffs. I cry out and lunge for the television, but I'm yanked back by the leash. All I can do is kneel here and watch as the love of my life gets arrested for saving me.This is all my fault.

Thirty-Three

"How long are you going to keep her on the leash, Sergio? Some of us want to play," Luca asks his brother this as he playfully sticks his lip out in a pout.

I've been on this stupid leash for days. Ever since Sergio took me out of the cage, and the same day that I learned of Beau's fate. Sergio, who I've learned is the middle brother, with longer light brown hair that he likes to wear in a low ponytail, is the meanest-looking brother of the three. He has a trimmed beard and hazel eyes that watch me like a hawk. He's also got muscle upon muscle, all decorated with tattoos.

Sergio grunts, "Until poppet gives us her answer"—he swings his eyes toward me, pinning me with a look I can't quite decipher—"she remains on the leash and in my presence. She must learn her place with us."

"You're such a fucking cockblocker, Serg!" Luca rubs the bulge between his legs, and I look away. "What's the matter, poppet? Are you afraid that you will want this cock? I can promise you that once you've had it, you will want more of it."

I simply ignore Luca's taunts. He does it a lot, being the youngest of the three and the most playful. However, make no mistake, Luca is very lethal and loves to play withall his victims. Listening to the three brothers at the dinner table as I kneel beside Sergio on the floor while he feeds me scraps like a fucking dog, they talk freely of their days. I hear all about their criminal activities, and it only worries me further that I will never get out of here—I now know way too much.

"Leave her be," Sergio barks at his brother. "She doesn't get any of our cocks until she agrees. If you're that fucking horny, go fuck one of the whores in the bunkers. They are already trained for their new owners."

"Awe, but I like it when they fight…"

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