Page 35 of Breaking Hudson

“Stop fucking laughing,” Dima says firmly. When I laugh again, he smacks my ass hard enough to make me wince in pain.

“You gonna come for us again, whore?” Vlad says as he pulls my jeans down, leaving me in just panties.

“You seriously need an anatomy lesson,” I snicker. “You see, Vlad, it’s biology. Certain parts do certain things when stimulated. Kind of like if someone fucked your ass, you’d still come.”

“You are still a whore,” Dima says.

“It’s like arguing with children,” I say. “You’ll be dead soon enough.”

Vlad ignores me and pulls my panties down. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. They want me to fight, but if I fight, they’ll rape me and it will hurt. I don’t want to risk my baby, so I am forcing myself to be quiet. That is, until I hear the lube open. My eyes snap open and see Dima smirking at me. He is leaning over the table and is at eye level while Vlad is behind me.

“What’s wrong, sissy?” Dima mocks. “I thought you weren’t scared?”

“You are going to die,” I say but groan the last few words when he pushes fingers into me. As he starts to slowly push in and pull out, he is coating my ass at the same time. I know what he’s going to do, but I don’t know when. I grit my teeth, and unbridled anger is rising inside of me when that disgusting pleasure sneaks in.

“That’s it, sissy. Tighten little that pussy for your big brother,” Vlad mocks. “Choose pussy or ass.”

What the fuck is this? Incest games? I can’t fucking wait to kill him. I know the guys will find me, but I have a feeling they’ll walk in to seeing me bent over and my brother raping me.

“Pick, or it will be both,” Dima says with a smile. What do I pick? Ass would mean I risk pain. Pussy risks my baby.

“Ass,” I growl through gritted teeth.

“Good choice,” Vlad says before abruptly grabbing my hips and slamming into me. The scream that comes out of me is nearly ear piercing as pain floods my abdomen. Dima comes around and I hear the vibrations before I feel them. As soon as he presses the toy against me, my body immediately reacts. Tears flood my face, and a moan is forced out of me. Vlad starts moving more and more aggressively.

“Come for your brother, whore. Come on my cock,” Vlad growls. I groan and bang my head on the table, trying to fight it. Where in the fuck are they? I don’t want this fucking loser to come in me. The more I fight it, the worse it hurts. I force myself to relaxmy body and a disgusting orgasm floods out of me right as the door swings open.

I am so fucking angry that I can’t focus on anything but their death. Vlad and Dima step away from me and I am pulled up from the table. Dallas fixes my pants while Hudson takes my face between his hands.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m going to fucking kill them,” I say rage still shakes through me. He studies me for a moment before kissing me.

“Are you positive?” he asks.

“Yes,” I confirm.

“A round is chambered,” he says, turning his pistol around for me to take. I smile as I take it from him and immediately turn to Vlad and Dima. Everyone else has a gun on them, so they know their fate.

“This is for my mother,” I say simply. Without hesitation or a shred of remorse, I point the pistol at Vlad’s groin and pull the trigger. I immediately shift the gun and repeat the process with Dima. They both let out a shrill scream as they hit the ground and blood floods the area. I take a few steps forward before putting the gun to the center of Vlad’s forehead. “And this is for me.”

I pull the trigger, and his body drops to the ground. Dima is still writhing in pain but is actively trying to get away from me. The others let him pull his body away from me a few feet before he ends up cornered. “P-please,” he whimpers.

“This… This one is for my baby,” I say. “Congratulations, Dima, you’re going to be an uncle.” I pull the trigger again and his head snaps back before his body slumps to the ground.

I turn back and hand Hudson him his gun before walking out. Everyone is speechless, including me. I know I just killed them, but I feel like I should feel bad. I don’t care. If I’m being honest, I’m happy.

“Hey,” Hudson says as he backs me against the SUV. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I say. “I don’t feel like I should be, but I am.”

“Physically though?”

“Yeah. I’m okay,” I say. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“Well, I like the part where you killed them,” he smiles.

“I feel like I should have remorse,” I say.

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