Page 41 of Breaking Boston

"And so are you two." She winks, her voice heavily dripping with desire.

In an effortless move, we flip Boston onto her knees, pressing her chest against the bed and her cheek into the pillow. Donovan holds the cuffs bounding her hands, rubbing the pierced tip of his cock up and down her pussy lips, coating it in a layer of my cum. I rub my palms over her ass, cupping her chubby little cheeks firmly. I bounce them up and down, watching them jiggle.

"Breathe, Little Bird," Donovan orders, pushing his pierced cock head against her tight asshole, her body spasming from the unfamiliar sensation. "This is going to fucking hurt."

"We've done it-" she stops, realizing her mistake, but D and I ignore it too.

He slides into her ass, his tattooed cock stretching her out as he disappears inside of her. She fists the sheet in her hand, white-knuckling it as if it'll save her.

"Fuuckk!" she yelps, her body shaking as I slap her ass to take her mind off the pain.

When he's balls deep in her tight little ass, I slide underneath Boston, slamming her down on my cock until I fill her pussy. She moans, drool pooling on my chest. I keep sliding my cock into her, squeezing between her clenching, cum-coated walls. She bounces on me as D fucks her ass, choking her from behind while she stays cuffed.

I reach up and swipe my thumb along her bottom lip, pushing it deep inside her mouth, feeling my cum on her tongue.

"Suck it, Pretty Girl. Suck my thumb like you suck my cock—deep, desperate, and fucking dirty."

She listens, swirling and sucking on my thumb while she rides me. D slides out of her ass and rubs his head down to her hole, where my dick is buried. The second he pushes against it, her body jolts, and she tenses immediately.

"Don't tense up, Little Bird. Once you have both of our cocks inside of you, you're going to bebeggingfor more—begging for us to fuck you harder." He slides his cock into her cunt, rubbing against mine, buried happily between her walls.

She screams as we both stretch her out, sinking her teeth into the side of my neck to bite through the burning, ripping pain.

"Bite me, baby. Claim me like I claimed you. Show everyone who I belong to. Fucking bite me, Boston, and make it hurt."

She bites me hard, drawing blood as Donovan bottoms out inside her pussy. With both of us filling her to the brink, we begin to move in a matching, steady rhythm, getting her used to taking two dicks at once.

Our movements are synchronized, and we turn Boston into a moaning, writhing mess between us. Every thrust sends shivers down her spine and a scream from her throat.

She's swearing, cursing, and struggling, but she's also taking every inch of us happily, and it only encourages us further. Herbody is subdued by our every command, and I fucking loved every second of it.

"When was the last time that you felt this good, huh?" Donovan asks her, his voice heavy with husky glee.

"I...I don't know. Too long," she gasps out, her eyes half-closed as she takes in the pleasure searing through her veins.

"Well, that's all about to change, Boston. You're going to feel nothing but us for the rest of the night. We're going to make sure of it," I growl. Our moans are the only sounds in the room as I feel her begin to unravel, her erratic breathing telling me she's getting close.

We're not the lovey-dovey type—D and I—but we know what we're doing to her is pushing her over the edge, and we revel in the power it gives us.

Under the mask, I smile, relishing the feeling of ownership, control, and dominance over her. She's ours, whether she fully realizes it or not. We'd given her a lesson she won't soon forget and a night she'll remember every fucking time she looks at us.

The night is just beginning.

FIFTEEN

THE CAPTIVE

BOSTON

Reality slapped me in the face when my eyes opened the next morning. My parents were dead, and I had no answers as to who did it. I tried taking my own life by overdosing, but that didn't work out either.Nothingwas going in my favor.

I turned on my side and saw Lux and Donovan watching me, and I sat up quicker than I could blink. I was shocked to see them, especially since they weren't here when I went to bed last night—the masked men were.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Lux says in a soothing tone, a perfect smile on his face. He had his blonde hair neatly styled, pushing it to one side with a curly flip thing in the front. His eyes—more blue today than usual—pierced into mine, giving me a chilling feeling as I swept mine over his shirtless torso.

Nervously, I fiddled with the charm bracelet around my wrist, sliding the bird charms through my fingers.

"Where were you last night?" I ask, glancing between Lux and Donovan.

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