Page 201 of Brutal Prince

Briar

Indi thrashes under me, and all I can do is watch. The gun’s too far away for me to grab, and Marcus is in the way. I’m one step closer to disabling him, but Indi’s a loose cannon. I can’t depend on her to stay still and not get herself killed, I just can’t.

But I can’t watch Marcus hurting her anymore either.

My fly is down, but my cock is still in my pants. As much as I hated seeing it, this wouldn’t have been possible if Marcus hadn’t done what he’d done. Because, up until about a second ago, despite Indi being a good girl and not wriggling under me, I was still hard as a rock.

Now? My cock’s deflating like a jumping castle with a puncture.

“Fuck,” I mutter. “So fucking hot.”

“Yeah?” Marcus says. He looks up at me, his bloodied mouth in a wide grin. “Where next?”

“No, Christ, we have to fuck her now.”

I’m in some kind of limbo-land. I know I sound like I’m reading lines off a script. My body moves in fits and starts like I’m a stop animation clay model, not a human being.

But Marcus is unraveling. Maybe so far gone in this fantasy of his that he’s lost touch of reality.

I guess, to him, everything is swell. He and his best friend are double-tagging this stuck up virgin, just like he’d planned for us with Jessica.

A plan I’d fucked up when I’d passed out.

“So do it,” Marcus says. Then he starts nodding. “Want me to hold her open?”

“Yes please,” I say woodenly, and climb off Indi’s stomach.

Her eyes are shut, and she’s whimpering through the gag every time one of us speaks.

I can’t imagine what fresh hell this is for her, but I don’t think there’s any other way either of us gets out of this alive. I’m fully aware, however, that if something goes wrong in the next minute, she might die thinking I caved in and let my black soul take over.

Kneeling beside her waist, I grab her wrists from Marcus and wrap the fingers of my other hand around her neck.

Her eyes fly open. A piece of me dies when I see tears glittering in those lashes, trapped diamonds.

It’s already too late. She hates me now. She always will. Doesn’t matter how this ends. Doesn’t matter if you save her or just prolong her suffering.

Indi Virgo will never be mine. Not how I wanted her to be, anyway.

I make sure there’s barely any pressure on her neck. Her eyes flit between me and Marcus, where he’s forcing open her legs and holding her down.

What can I possibly say to her?

Should I even bother?

I tug loose her gag and kiss her instead. Then she moans into my mouth, shuddering.

“She’s ready, bro. Come on.”

I break off the kiss, and I don’t look at Marcus. I can’t, because then I’d have to see what he’s doing to make her shudder and convulse so. And that would break me.

“Do it,” I say, not daring to take my eyes off Indi’s. “I want you to fuck her.”

“What? No. I told you—”

“Please, bro. I want to…” My voice fades as hurt bleeds into Indi’s eyes. I can’t imagine how betrayed she must feel right now. The indignation, the shame? But I force the words out anyway, knowing they’ll cut me deeper than any knife ever could.

“I want to watch you fuck her.”

Marcus lets out a soft sound, something between a huff and a laugh. “Bro. You sure?”

“You said it yourself,” I murmur. “You’d love to pop another cherry.”

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