Page 39 of Shattered

Suddenly my shorts and thong are ripped out from beneath my ass. When Bane grabs my legs and forces them open, I let out a squeal that makes Asher let go of my hair and slap his palm over my mouth, holding my head tight against his chest.

“Shh, don’t scream. Just take it, little cunt,” Asher says.

If Asher was ever gentle with me, Bane is not. He aggressively slams all his fingers inside me at once, stretching my opening easily due to how wet I am, and I fucking hate it.

I think.

I won’t stop screaming, but Asher’s hand keeps me muffled as Bane continues to force me open, his knuckles slamming against me with bruising force. Despite the pain, I can feel my orgasm approaching, and my screams turn into frantic wails.

“The slut’s gonna come,” Bane says.

And I do.

The sound of my squirting fills the room with the collision of Bane’s fist with my cunt, and my screams blur into high-pitched moans.

“You act like you hate this, but you can’t hate it too much, cunt,” Asher says.

When Bane releases his hand from me with a rush of fluid, I take the opportunity to throw myself forward, knocking Asher off balance. He steadies himself before hoisting me to my feet.

And that’s when we fall.

Asher lets out a wail above me as we fall forward. I’m slammed from behind as I hit the ground hard, with Asher on top of my back, crushing me. I shriek, letting out the last bit of air from my lungs and having no room for my chest to inflate.

The men yell above me as Asher’s weight leaves me all at once. Bane pulled him off. I scramble to my knees, catching my breath as Asher wails in pain.

“Out, get the fuck out!” Asher screams. Like a wounded animal, he’s curled into a ball against the wall while Bane stands near, ready to help him to his feet.

“You stubborn moth-”

“OUT!” he roars.

And just like that, Bane throws up his hands and backs up. He looks down at me on the ground, his expression filled with rage.

“If you know what’s good for you, leave him alone,” he says to me before grabbing his shoes and heading out the back door, slamming the door behind him.

Asher breathes heavily, grabbing at his thigh. Bane’s right, I should run. Asher’s not going to let anyone help him, ever. He’s too stubborn, and that stubbornness will be precisely what kills him.

“Just let me help you up,” I ask.

"Fuck off."

“What’re you trying to prove!?” I snap. The glare he shoots me with might as well have been from a gun. “You have a bad leg, you asshole, and you’re gonna make it worse if you wanna flex those man muscles and try to hide it!”

Asher freezes, his gaze pinned on mine. “My leg is none of your concern, little bitch. If you recall, it didn’t stop me from fucking you last night. You watch your fucking tongue. Don’t forget I still have your sex tape.”

When my eyes sink into his, I see anger but something else. It’s a small crack, but it’s there, and I can’t describe it.

“You seem very insecure about your leg. Do you wanna talk?” It’s not a genuine offer; I’m mocking him if only to get a rise out of him, and there’s no mistaking it.

He only shakes his head, dropping his voice to a vicious snarl. “Leave me alone, you stupid bitch.”

“No.” I know he’s lashing out, but it doesn’t make it hurt anyless.

“ASHER!”

Bane’s thunderous voice from outside has both our eyes popping out of our skulls. In a panic, I rush to help Asher. When I offer him a hand, he shoves it away and throws himself to his feet. He glances out the kitchen window into the driveway, and whatever he sees makes all the blood drain from his face.

When I try to stand up beside him, he shoves me back to the ground by my face. While I’m disorientated, he opens a drawer and pulls out an enormous knife, and when I open my mouth to scream, he slaps his free palm over it to shut me up as he crouches over me.

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