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My lips parted, my chest rising with an explosive orgasm on its way. Sawyer leaned in, his soft lips finding my inner thigh. He kissed, then let his tongue run the length of my leg in the most perverted way before removing his lips.

“I know you want to come. I know you like it when I touch you like this. Slut. I’ll hold this toy to your filthy clit all night if I have to. Now be a good girl and make that whore pussy come for me.”

I looked up to Silas with foggy eyes, the spiked pinwheel digging into one nipple and then the other. It provided a seesaw of pain, an unbearable tingle, but with every movement it made, I cravedmore. My legs shook, and I lost all control as a deep throaty chuckle feel off Sawyer’s lips and pierced the air. His thick fingers pulled my folds apart and he held the toy in place. Not an ounce of remorse was shown on his features as I cried out, my pleasure now turning into a sharp pain as he abused me. With freed hands I tried to grab at the toy, but Silas’s large hand found my wrist and bound them together.

“There they are. Those fucking tears I love to see. You want me to stop?” Sawyer asked, his voice low and dark.

I could hardly speak, the suction of the toy and the cramps in my lower abdomen made my words fumble off my tongue.

He rose, placed one knee on the bed and leaned over me, his grip tight on the toy. “Keep fucking with us Tabby and we’ll make sure you wish you were never born.”

The room fell silent once he turned off the toy, and I met his gaze as I ate his words. He tossed the toy on the bed and retrieved his phone from his pocket. I blinked away as each flash blinded me, and fought against the tight hold Silas held me in.

“Father would love to see these. Wouldn’t he, bro?”

“Fuck yeah.” Silas lifted and tossed me next to him before standing up. He fixed his shirt, and tethered his gaze to mine, then he tucked a thumb under my chin. “I bet his cock will get hard just looking at your filthy pussy. I’m sure of it.”

The weight of their threats lingered in the stifling air, with the intent to suffocate me, but as I swallowed them down, a hungry desire came over me. In a swift motion, Sawyer pushed the vanity aside, and swung open the door to my bedroom so forcefully that the doorknob collided with the wall.

Chapter 5

Tabitha

I

stood in the bathroom, my heart still racing from the intense encounter I had just shared with the boys. The forbidden nature of our connection sent shivers down my spine, mingling with the remnants of desire that

still coursed through my veins.

Leaning against the sink, I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, my wild hair framing my flushed face. I thought about the words Silas and Sawyer called me while they held my legs open and had their way with me. Just rehashing them in my mind made the pads of my fingers travel down to my overly sensitive folds. I slipped two fingers inside, and a rapid pull of air swelled my chest. Used, abused and humiliated is what I felt as I shoved my fingers forward. The leftover wetness of my orgasm coated my finger and it left me breathless. As I retrieved it, I couldn’t help but taste the juices still running down my inner thighs. My senses heightened with a heady mix of excitement and uncertainty. As I opened my eyes to look at myself and the torn pieces of my cheer outfit clinging to my body, a visual reminder of the risks we had taken, I craved more.

It wasn’t meant to be this way, but I couldn’t resist the allure. Unleashing vengeance upon them was meant to satisfy a primal need, the anticipation of taking control of my father’s empire. And indeed, it came to pass, as I had orchestrated. Yet, deep inside, I harbored a secret agenda—to weave a web of illusion for Sawyer and Silas. I wanted them to believe that there was aglimmer of hope, a chance to sway my father’s unbending will. Their belief in my ability to alter his decision was the key to unlocking the demonic devil that played in their hearts, seducing them into treating me the way I wanted. The way I craved.

After taking a deep breath to steady myself, I pushed away from the sink and turned my attention to changing out of my torn cheer outfit. Carefully removing the remnants of the fabric, I reached for a fresh set of clothes. A floral summer dress and a pair of ballet flats. Fidgeting with the clothing, a canopy of sounds echoed outside my bedroom door, and I returned my attention back to the mirror, making sure my appearance resembled a sense of normalcy and nothing out of the ordinary.

As I left the comfort of my room, my footsteps echoed softly in the corridor. The buzz of our demented, cruel sexual encounter still clung to me like a sticky sap. Determined to take the secret of how the boys made me feel to my grave, I treaded cautiously, my senses heightened, and my heart pounding in my chest.

Turning a corner, I froze as my eyes locked with Sawyer’s and Silas’s strong, muscular backs. They faced the opening to the large sitting room, their eyes glued to their phones. Even from almost twenty feet away, the thick cinnamon aroma of their cologne coated my lungs.

Silas held my soaked panties in one hand, and his phone in the other as he scrolled. I found myself in a trance as I eyed the veins in his hands as he squeezed the delicate fabric, like meandering rivers, the veins traversed his hands, prominent and pulsating. Sawyer jutted his chin in Silas’s direction and I pivoted on my heels as I veered down another hallway, desperate to avoid them.For now.

“Why didn’t you fuck her? Sawyer asked, his voice deep and hard.Just the way I liked it.

Silas let out a breath. “I’m waiting for the perfect moment. I want her bent over in that slut cheer outfit of hers as I shove my cock into her tight, juicy cunt.”

“And her bedroom wasn’t the perfect time?”

“Nah, you were too busy playing in her pussy for me to stretch it out. Plus, I don’t want her to know it’s coming. What fun would that be?”

“Fuck, I love it when she tries to escape,” Sawyer said.

“I know you do, asshole. You’ve always liked taking what wasn’t yours,” Silas teased.

They started down memory lane, with Silas accusing Sawyer of all the things he’s taken over the years, including my virginity. Just listening to him rehash the details made my body vibrate. With a burning need to escape, I headed toward the pool, and as I stepped onto the outdoor pool deck, a warm embrace of sunshine enveloped my body, its golden rays casting a gentle glow on my pale skin. Late September had arrived, yet the weather graciously lingered with a touch of summer. For a moment I let my thoughts drift, forgetting about the boys, the business, and my father. But the moment was fleeting when an unexpected moan flowed from a pool deck chair barely hidden behind a groomed bush.

As I made my way closer, my mother’s high bun appeared from the top of the bushes, her eyes closed and mouth slight open. Tan strong hands were like straps around her waist, digging in as my mom slid up and down his cock. The guy didn’t see me, due to my mom riding his dick, but I knew exactly who it was. The pool boy. Her moans grew louder as the seconds passed, and a small part of me hated myself for watching my mom get rammed, but another part of me wanted to watch. I took a step closer, only for her to shoot her chin to the cloudless sky andopen her eyes.

I darted back toward the house, skipping over the divider that separated the marble floor from the brick of the patio. Finding solace in a bright corner, I looked out onto the patio from the window, my mom still riding the pool boy with full force and not a care in the world. Slowly catching my breath, I exhaled, only for a strong hand to lodge it in place. Forced on my tiptoes as fingers crawled up my dress, the familiar scent of Silas seeped into my lungs.

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