Page 70 of Broken Pieces

After a second, his tensed brows relax slightly and he looks down at Violet. “You waited for us?”

“Yes. Even though I knew you wouldn’t come, I still waited. I'd hoped you might text me one day. I should have done it first and reached out to you, but I was too scared of facing your rejection head on. After everything, I knew you hated me, but I never stopped wanting you.”

I look over at Max and can feel him struggling to come to terms with all of this.

He still thinks she left of her own accord. In a way she did, but I can’t deny the huge part I played in it.

He can never know that. It’s the one secret I’ve kept from him. Theonlysecret.

Violet’s taken everything we’ve given her with nothing but pleasure. Now that she’s here, I don’t think she’s going to run again. I don’t even think she’s trying to lie or manipulate us.

I spent the last two years creating this version of her in my head that was at fault for what happened to Max, but the reality is we all played a part in it. If we didn’t push her away or force her to get on her knees for us, we might have been able to work things out.

We got it wrong, when we came back for her. Rather than haunting her or tormenting her, we should have been looking out for her.

She really didn’t know the truth about James and he wormed his way into her life, because we weren’t there. We were too busy making her the enemy to see that she needed us.

No matter how brutal the reason for how we got here, we’re all here now and I want her to fully be a part of this.

I look to Max for confirmation that he feels the same.

He’s almost there, but he's still tormented by everything in his head. Everything that I helped put there. He may have been the one to lightthe match that brought this plan burning to life, but I was the one that placed the kindling the day I told Violet to leave.

If it wasn’t for me, he wouldn’t have had to hate her for so long. Neither of us would.

But did I ever really hate her?

The day she left, she took every part of me with her, my happiness, my love and my hate.

I’ve been an empty shell without her.

I grab the knife from the nightstand that I put there earlier so we could untie her or threaten her, whatever needed to happen first, and grab her arm.

“What are you—” she starts to say then groans with relief as I cut the rope and her limbs come free. They’re stiff and she struggles to move them without wincing, but Max and I are right there to help her.

As he starts stroking her hair, she leans against him. My heart swells with everything it’s been missing as I watch him offer her the kindness he always used to.

“I need you,” she whispers as she reaches for both of us.

We know she doesn’t have the strength to move and we’re not going to force her to perform for us.

Grabbing her by the waist, I hold her up, whilst Max lies down beneath her. She reaches her hand back to stroke along my jawline as Max watches us, his features are calmer now, more like how I’m feeling.

However, there’s still an intense need in both of us for what comes next.

“Ready to take your big brother's cock again?” I whisper in her ear and she shivers with delight.

“Yes.”

“That’s our good little whore.”

Max grips her hip with one hand and positions his cock at her entrance with the other.

"Beg for it," I say against her ear as I hold her in place. "Tell your big brothers how much you want to get fucked."

She whines as she tries to lower herself onto Max, but we've got her held tight.

"Beg." I glide my fingers over her inner thighs and feel how much she's dripping for us.

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