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She nibbles at her bottom lip for a moment before Kade plucks the abused pillow from between her teeth.

“You ready to show us how good our filthy whore can be?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.

He dips his lips to hers, planting a chaste kiss before he shoves himself to his feet and steps back, allowing me into her space.

I pull my cock from my pants, leaving the rest of my clothes in place as I press the crown to her lips. “Open wide, baby girl.”

She does as she’s told, and I slip between her perfect, pouty lips. Her tongue laps at my length as I press deeper, and I can’t swallow the groan that tears from my chest. She’s too fucking good at this, and if I’m not careful, I’m going to come well before I want to.

Kade steps behind Waverly and places a hand at the back of her head, pushing her deeper on my cock until she gags around me. Where I would have let her up, he pushes her deeper, and there’s a hint of panic staring up at me.

I brush my thumb over her cheeks in a soothing gesture. “You’re okay, baby. Just swallow around me. You know what to do.”

Kade tugs her back by her ponytail, and she gasps in desperate breaths while she has the chance before he pushes her forward again, forcing my cock straight into her throat. Except this time, she swallows around me, and I groan as I slip deeper.

“That’s it,” I murmur. “Such a good girl.”

She preens under my praise, even as tears fall against her cheeks at the pressure of being held down without the ability to breathe.

Her gaze begins to turn dazed, and I look up at Kade to tell him she’s had enough, only to find him already looking at me.

“She can take it,” he insists. “Just a little more.”

The lack of oxygen is beginning to get the better of her as her body slumps slightly, not able to hold the position we put her in, but Kade still doesn’t pull her back.

“Hold her there,” he tells me, and I find myself taking her ponytail from my brother. There’s no fight in Waverly. She’s not tapping to tell me she’s had too much. There’s no panic staring back at me. She doesn’t even try to fight against my hold, and I realize it’s because she trusts us.

Why? I have no idea.

We’ve just admitted to being her stalkers. We’ve admitted to murdering people to keep her safe. And we’ve admitted it’s our father that has been looking for her all these years. And yet she trusts us.

The pleasure of that thought only drags me closer to the edge, her warm, wet mouth overwhelming me as I watch Kade crouch down beside her and shove three thick fingers inside her pussy.

Waverly’s throat constricts around me as a moan tries to escape, but her body remains perfectly still as I thrust my hips back and forth in short pumps, never allowing her to drag in the breath her body so desperately needs.

I didn’t think breath play to this extent would be my thing, but fuck, I can see the appeal with a submissive as beautiful as Waverly.

Kade presses his lips to the shell of her ear, but I still hear his words as he whispers to her. “Such a perfect whore with Emmett’s cock in your throat. So desperate for us that you’re willing to give up breathing. Your pussy is so fucking wet, you’re gushing all over my fingers.”

I tighten my hold on her hair as my thrusts become more brutal. She’s going to lose consciousness if I don’t pull out soon, but I’m obsessed with the way her throat feels wrapped around my cock.

Kade gives me a slight nod, and I force my hips back, and Waverly slumps into him as she forces air into her lungs after being deprived for so long.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs. “You ready to take my cock now?”

She’s still catching her breath, but she nods without hesitation, and I squeeze the base of my own dick to drag myself back from the edge.

I’m going to embarrass myself if I’m not careful.

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

WAVERLY

It’s like I’m floating between them. The feeling of their hands on me, the way they use my body, and how I have no need to fight anything they do to me, it’s all dragging me closer to an abyss I can’t allow myself to fall into.

Kade fucks my mouth roughly but doesn’t cut off my airway for as long as they did with Emmett, while the latter alternates between spearing me with his fingers and rubbing teasing circles over my clit.

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