Page 45 of Breaking Boston

"Boston, what? Where is this coming from?" I ask, reaching out and placing my hand over hers.

"I just told you, Donovan. I'msofucking tired of people beating on me in one form or the other. I'm fucking exhausted. I'm ready to move on with my life. I want to be happy, guys, and there's no chance of happiness until my demons are gone."

Sitting there with Boston, I could see the determination in her eyes. Lux and I exchanged a glance, and then he spoke up. "If that's what you think you need to do, we're in." I nod in agreement.

We knew it wouldn't be easy, but we were determined to stand by Boston's side as she faced her demons head-on. That night, we all vowed to leave the masks behind for good. And perhaps for the first time, we felt hope for the future.

But there was still one thing we had to tell her that neither of us knew how. How the fuck were we supposed to tell her that we—the ones she trusted the most—were the ones who killed her parents and any dream she had that involved them? We had to tell her the truth—show her what we knew—and we were fucking terrified to do it. But it was Boston we were talking about, the same girl we vowed to do anything and everything for. Even if it meant risking the future we had planned together.

We'd tell heraftereverything was all said and done, and we couldn't do anything but hope for the fucking best.

LUX

I couldn't get Boston's voice out of my head, more so her confession about wanting to kill Remy and the Taylors. It was a fucking turn-on to hear her wanting to do something that was an obsession with Donovan and I.

I stood in the bathroom and stroked my cock to the images of her burnt into my mind, an empty ice cube tray beside me. Tugging on the piercings lining my shaft, my body shuddered from the overwhelming sensation. I could feel myself getting close. Sick and twisted, I grabbed the ice cube tray and held it under my dick, a grin on my face knowing what my plan was. As my cum shot out, I aimed for the tray, filling as many of the little squares as possible until there was nothing left in my sack. I zipped my pants and carefully took the cum-filled tray back to the kitchen, slipping it into the freezer for a later date.

Thinking back on our first kill, we couldn't get enough. But we didn't just go out killing random people. We always went for the ones who deserved it. And Boston—much like us—set out to do the same exact thing.

She was fucking perfect, in every sense of the word. I didn't care that she was broken. We were all a little broken in our own ways; that's why we fit so well together. She was the missing puzzle piece Donovan and I had been searching for all our lives, and until we finally had her, we'd never be complete.

I knew once we admitted the truth to her about the masks, things might change between us. But I was willing to take that risk.

I got up from the couch as Boston and Donovan passed the Patron back and forth, determined to end this little charade once and for all. I went into my room and grabbed my mask, gripping it in my hands behind my back. As I walked towards them, I could feel the tension in the air. Boston's eyes met mine as I stood in front of them, and I took a deep breath before speaking.

"Boston, there's something we need to tell you," I began, watching the curiosity and anticipation flash in her eyes. I put the mask on and watched her eyes remain the same. Nothing about my revelation was shocking to her, and I wasn't sure how to feel about it.

Donovan and I proceeded to reveal the truth about the masks, about our secret lives, and the reasons behind them. Boston sat there, processing everything we were telling her. I could see the internal conflict waging inside her, but I also saw something else—acceptance.

After a moment of silence, Boston nodded slowly, a determined glint in her eyes. "I knew it," she said quietly. "I knew all along"

I took my mask off and tossed it onto the couch. Relief washed over me as Donovan and I exchanged a glance. Boston's acceptance meant everything to us. We were now a united front, bound by our shared purpose and understanding. Our alliance was stronger than ever, and with Boston by our side, there was nothing we couldn't achieve. We were a force to be reckoned with, and nothing could stand in our way.

"Put them back on," she says, smirking, with her perfectly sculpted brow raised in a slight arc.

"Huh?" Donovan mutters, confusion flickering in his hooded eyes as he glances between Boston and I.

"I said, put them back on." She stands and heads for the hallway, leaving us with more questions than anything. "I want King and D to fuck me tonight, so put your fucking masks back on. We can talk about how you both betrayed me later."

Donovan and I flew off the couch so fast we bumped into each other. My cock was throbbing, aching to be inside one of her holes. At this point, I didn't care which one. I wanted her more than I ever did before.

I quickly reached for my mask and secured it into place, my heart racing with excitement. Donovan did the same, and we followed Boston down the hallway, eager to fulfill her desires.

As we entered the bedroom, the air was thick with anticipation and lust. Boston stood in the center of the room, a sultry smirk playing on her lips.

Without a word, we undressed and pounced on her, indulging in the intoxicating mix of power and desire. There was no turning back now. Boston had asserted her dominance, and we were more than willing to submit to her every command. It became clear that our bond had evolved into something darker and more intense than we could have imagined. I realized that our alliance was not just about shared purpose, but a newfound craving for the dangerous and the forbidden.

Together, we were unstoppable. And with Boston at the helm, there was no telling what we could achieve.

EIGHTEEN

THE GUN

BOSTON

On my knees in front of Lux and Donovan, I looked up at the masks covering their faces and felt a wave of desire wash over me. My nipples were hard like little pebbles, and they ached for relief. Donovan pushed his cock into my mouth, my tongue tracing over his piercings as he slid himself as deep as he could.

I couldn't take my eyes off of them, even when Lux started stroking his cock, smacking my hollowed out cheek with the head of it. They loved to degrade me, use me in every way they could. But I fucking loved it.

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