Page 34 of Breaking Boston

It's not long before they show up, sneaking in my bedroom door. I sit up, my entire body still numb from the drugs consuming me. They look lost. Distant. Afraid. They never turn the light on, and when they speak, it's two words. That's it.

"Let's go," Lux commands, his tone unusually dark and low.

Without hesitation, I get up and grab my backpack, more than willing to go wherever they want.

I'm whisked into the night, rain showering us, washing away the sins from the night, but not their imprints in our minds. Just like on the walk to the warehouse, they each grab one of my hands and hold it, making me feel at ease.

I couldn't figure out what it was, but something was different about them. Darkness consumed them, following them like a black aura,me but it only made them more desirable. I didn't know what those feelings were, but I was praying with each step that we took that I'd get to find out when we got back.

But for now, I was content to let the rain wash away the remnants of the night. As we walked in silence, I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort from Lux and Donovan's touch. I knew they were hiding something, but I couldn't ask. And the way they looked at me told me that they already knew about Remy. But why weren't they saying anything?

When we finally arrived back at their place, Lux and Donovan led me inside, their movements deliberate and focused. They were keeping something from me, and I was sure it was related to Remy and his hold over me.

As we sat in the living room, I braced myself to tell them everything, but before I could say a word, Lux spoke up. "I'm going to fucking kill him," he said, his voice tight with tension. "Remy's not going to let you go that easily."

My heart raced as Donovan's gaze met mine. "Tell me what happened," he added, his eyes flashing with determination.

I followed their lead, ready to break free from the clutches of the devil and join forces with the darkness that consumed Lux and Donovan.

"He wanted me to dance for him. And after a shot of dope, I don't remember what happened next." I look down, hearing how pathetic I sound.

"I should've known he'd pull some sick shit," Lux spits, running his hands through his blonde hair. He looked so fuckinggorgeous under the light, and I wanted nothing more than to have him.

"I need to go find my parents," I tell them again, pushing the shit with Remy to the back of my mind.

How bad could it really be if I left? I was hoping that Remy wouldn't do anything.

"You're still on that shit, huh?"

"Uh, yeah, Donovan. Why wouldn't I be?" I ask, my mouth hanging open in shock.

"After the night we've had, you're fucking ours tonight," Lux begins, standing up from the couch. "And you're going to get your little ass in the fucking room so me and D can drown you in our cum."

I swallow hard, trying to keep the drool from dripping out of my mouth. The look on his face told me he wasn't joking, so I got up wicked fast and dashed for the room. I could hear them coming behind me, their whispers falling on deaf ears. The sound of gunfire echoed outside like any other night, but tonight felt different.

"You're not Remy's," Donovan tells me as he strips off his clothes. "You're ours and tonight, we're going to make sure everyone fucking knows it, Boston."

I stared at him in confusion, not noticing Lux on the other side of me, his blade gleaming under the rays of the moon streaming in through the window.

But it didn't matter, not anymore. Remy's hold on me was now a distant memory as I laid there, staring up at Donovan and Lux. They were right, and I was more than willing to submit to them. I embraced the darkness and pain, letting go of the haunting memories of Remy.

I was theirs, and they were mine. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

DONOVAN

Hovering over Boston, I take hold of the collar of her shirt and roughly rip it down the middle, revealing her erect nipples, perfectly positioned on her supple, perky breasts. As I watch her breathe, my mouth starts to water, and I lick my lips.

"Jesus. You could've just asked me to take it off. Now I have nothing to wear home again," she states, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Where's the fucking fun in that?" Lux asks, chuckling as he gets behind her, putting her between his open legs.

I lower my head to her neck and begin sucking, using my tongue to kiss her delicate skin, and my teeth to make her squirm. When she grabs my sides and lets out a low moan, I sink my teeth in harder and grind them against her skin, leaving behind a tattoo worthy bite mark when I pull my mouth away.

I stare down at her, using my hand to push down the boxers fitted to her curvy hips, finally freeing her warm pussy as I settle right between her legs. I admire the bright red bite mark I left on her neck, already wanting to sink my teeth into her again.

Lux teases her with the knife, gliding the point over her nipples, making her suck in a breath. "Relax, Pretty Girl," he whispers, nipping at her ear. "We're not going to do anything to hurt you. All we want to do is make you feel good... show you that you belong to us, Boston.You belong with us."

Reaching under the pillow beside her head, I retrieve my blade and bring it right in front of her face. My grin is sadistic, and my eyes are dark and wild, while my little bird's eyes are wide and fearful, rapidly flickering from side to side, her plump lips pursed as they quiver.

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