Page 21 of Sweet Misery

“One of you has to do it. Sever already gave her a welcome present, huh?” I looked to my youngest brother. A muscle thrummed along his jaw before he shoved away from the table and stormed out of the room.

“That leaves you,” Ren said, grinning at Roman.

“Fucking damnit.” Roe grabbed the bowl of oatmeal and a bottle of water. “If I fuck her, it’s your own fault.”

“Sever was already there,” I called out.

Roe paused at the doorway and raised his brows at me the same time Ren gave a low whistle.

“So the little fucker did it. I didn’t think he had it in him,” Ren mused. “Too bad that shit didn’t work on him when it came to cleaning up the fucking blood and guts that gets spilled around here.”

I chuckled at that. No one liked to clean up the mess a good torture session left.

“If he’s fucked her, then we don’t need to hold back right?” Ren looked to me.

I shrugged. “You didn’t have to hold back to begin with, but I’m sure Sever appreciates the gesture.”

“Well, I’d say we might be in for a good time. I thought it would take forever for little brother to get his dick wet.” Ren settled back in his seat.

Roe continued to stand at the doorway.

“I’m concerned,” Roe said a moment later.

“What about?” I looked up at him.

“Sever. We weren’t seriously going to fuck her first. We only wanted him to get the shit out of the way since we knew howmuch he liked this chick in high school. He was obsessed with her. Now?” Roe gave a low whisper. “I don’t think we’re safe fucking her. He might slit our throats in our sleep.”

“I’m sure he’d like to,” I said, getting to my feet and going to Roe. I grabbed the food out of his hands and moved past him.

“Where are you going?” he called out behind me.

“To feed our little captive,” I answered, going to the stairs.

During our conversation about Sever and the toy upstairs, I’d started to wonder if I really should check on her. Rotting corpses tended to leave a hell of a stench. The last one rotted for weeks in the upstairs bedroom. It took forever to clear the smell. I didn’t want a repeat.

When I reached her room, I unlocked the door and stepped inside to find her curled up in her bed in only her lace panties and torn shirt.

In another world, I may have tried to woo her. She was a real beauty. All delicate features and curves in all the right places.

Full, pouty, pink lips. Long hair I could tangle my fingers in. A body I could show off as I kept her on my arm. The girl clearly took care of herself. A pussy I could bury myself in and fill with my come. She’d make as many babies for me as I could get out of her.

That thought still excited me though.

Filling her with my babies. We’d have beautiful children.

The more I considered it, the more it grew on me until I was practically salivating for my turn inside her pretty little cunt.

I’d never considered children with anyone before. I knew I had to in order to keep up our bloodline, but I’d never made it a focus in my life.

As I stared at her curled into a tight ball, the thought began to take over, filling me with all sorts of wild ideas.

“Good morning,” I said, stopping next to her bed. “I know you’re not sleeping, little daffodil.” I waited a beat, hoping she’dmake the right choice and lift her head and look at me. When she didn’t, I placed her food on the bedside table and twisted my fingers in her hair. I jerked her head up to see her tear-stained face.

She sure cried a lot.

I really liked that.

“Good morning,” I repeated. When she didn’t answer, I gave her head a shake.

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