Page 38 of Cruel Knots

Thick, creamy cum spurts from the tip of my cock, hitting the leg of the table before me. My head falls back against the chair’s backrest as utter bliss washes over me.

I stay in that position until I hear someone pushing open the door.

“Why the hell are you sitting around with your dick out like that?” Mikhail’s amused voice reaches me as he walks into the room and sinks into a chair beside me.

Sitting up straighter, I adjust my cock and pull up my jeans.

“Lucia needs us too,” I say, gesturing toward the screen before me. “But we don’t need to worry too much. Princess knows how to take care of herself.”

“I should’ve chained her up to stop her from touching herself,” he says with a small chuckle. “She’s dirty, Leo. She loved the spanking I gave her for being too mouthy.”

I nod emphatically. “It’s going to be fun to have her around.”

“How long do you think Damien will keep her here?”

“If he knows what’s best, he’ll kick her out soon.”

Confusion flickers through Mikhail’s expression and I know it’s already too late for my brother. “Don’t get attached to her,” I say in a grim tone. “She doesn’t belong with us.”

“You’re saying the right words but that’s not how you feel.”

Letting out a deep sigh, I grab my butterfly knife from the table before me. My fingers move rapidly, sliding the sleek handle between them, distracting me from my thoughts.

“Your silence says it all,” my bastard brother continues. “You want to get to know her again. You want to make her like you again.”

Taking the knife, I plunge the blade into the table’s wooden surface. “Damn it! Will you stop talking crap? Lucia had no idea about who we were back then. If she did, she’d have run far from us. Like us? Princesses like her will freak out if they knew the number of men we’ve killed since we were twelve.”

“Lucia could be different,” he mutters.

I scoff and grab the envelope lying a few feet away from me. “Keep dreaming. She’ll never willingly choose us over the men in her perfect world. Don’t forget the fact that she never came after us. The Baldwins made absolutely no effort to find us after dumping us. Fuck her while she’s here but make sure you get her out of your head.”

He glares at me but I already noticed the flash of hurt in his eyes. He’s the youngest amongst us and one spoiled, naïve baby.

“What’s that?” he asks, snatching the nondescript brown envelope from my hand.

“Asshole! Give that back. I’ve got a job to do!”

Opening the envelope, he tips out the full-blown photographs of us and Lucia. It was Damien’s idea to choose the best ones so we could send them to Callum Baldwin.

“Nice, huh?” I ask, slapping Mikhail’s arm hard.

Each of the photographs shows Lucia naked and being fucked by me and my brothers. Her expressions in them could either be interpreted as extreme pain or utter bliss.

It’s all up to the imagination of whoever is looking at them.

“This one’s especially good,” Mikhail says, showing me a photograph where Damien is fucking her while Mikhail and I play with her boobs, our hands roaming every inch of her body. “He’s going to love this one.”

I chuckle at the cruel sarcasm in his voice. “He’s going to lose his fucking mind.”

We both laugh. It’s truly fun to imagine Callum Baldwin’s expression when he finds out about the way we tainted his sweet and pure sister.

“Print some copies for me,” Mikhail says, giving me back the envelope. “If Damien is intent on sending her away, I’ll need to jerk off to some of these keepsakes.”

“Lucia is going through her heat,” I say in a serious tone. “She’ll be begging you to take her again. You can fuck her until you’re fully satisfied.”

“I know...I just...”

I shake my head and turn away from my stupid brother. Mikhail is still in love with her. Even being driven to death didn’t harden him against her.

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