Page 47 of Broken Pieces

“Fuck,” I sigh through my exhale as I apply a firm grip to the base of my cock. The pressure feels good, but it's nothing compared to what I imagine Violet's pussy feels like.

I wish Max would just let us fuck her already. I need to mark her as ours, to fucking claim her body so no one else will dare touch what's ours again.

Casting my eyes around the room for something to lay my mark on, I spot the lotion on her desk.

With a wicked smirk curving my lips, I unscrew the lid. Then, I wrap her panties around my cock and pump.

I imagine her spread naked on the bed, touching herself, thinking she’s all alone. Then I kick the door open and before she can scream, Max pins her down, covering her mouth with his hand. Her eyes land on me and she watches as I position my cock at her entrance.We shouldn't do this!She tries to beg, but her dripping pussy tells me she wants it and I push into her with one violent thrust.

Fuck!

My hold on the jar tightens and I aim my cock into it as I come so fucking hard I see stars.

When I look down, I see just how much come I’ve left for her and smile. It blends in perfectly with the white lotion already in there and I wish I could be here to watch as she rubs it into her skin.

I’m tempted to hide under her bed, like some pervert and jack myself off whilst she covers herself in my come, but I need to get back to Max.

Pocketing her panties, I make sure nothing’s too amiss in her room. She’ll see the gift on her bed and discover her lack of sex toys, but the missing panties and jar of come will be harder to notice. I want her lying awake at night, worrying about what else the stranger in her room could have done.

“Took your time,” Max says as I step outside. His eyes are cast straight ahead and I follow where he’s looking.

“Why are you just standing there?” I ask as I see James talking to Violet again. The anger I just released in her room is coming back again as I see him near her.

It should be us that close to her, not another guy.

Especially not him.

Does she even know who she’s talking to?

After the accident I thought she would have known to steer well clear of him.

“I can hardly go over there in broad daylight.”

My shoulders sink as I realize he’s right. We'll stick out more if we wear the masks right now.

“What harm will it do if she sees our faces at this point though? She knows it’s us."

Max lets out a heavy sigh. “Shethinksit’s us. There’s no way she can be absolutely sure. I want her thinking she’s going insane, wondering if what’s happening to her is real or not.”

“Well that fucker putting his hands on her is certainly real.” I start marching towards them as I see James grab Violet roughly by the arm and start leading her away.

We're the only ones that get to touch her like that. That get to touch her at all.

My chest fills with pride, as I watch her put up a fight as he drags her around the corner.

When I look over my shoulder Max is right behind me. His face is calm, but his eyes are simmering with rage. I also notice the uneven gait to his walk and the way the tendons in his neck tighten as he braces himself for each step.

I can't help him right now though, not when Violet needs us more.

“I’m just trying to be nice, Violet. After everything that’s happened, I want you to know I’m here for you,” James says as she shrugs out of his grip and starts backing away from him.

His tone is gentle, but I can hear how he’s trying to manipulate her.

Has he been doing this all along?

Did we get it wrong?

Shit.

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