Page 32 of Sweet Misery

“It’ll make fucking her so much sweeter once we find her.” Ren moved forward, shoving a branch out of his way. “Unless she’s dead.”

“If she’s still warm, it’ll be just like fucking a sleeping woman, so really, no downside,” I said.

He chuckled softly. “Remember when we fucked Wisp after we killed her? She always used to fight us when we fucked her ass. If her pussy and ass were any good to begin with, I’d have enjoyed the fight more, but it was all loose trash. It was a nice fuck you, farewell, bitch moment.”

I grunted, agreeing. We’d all hated Wisp. She was our father’s lapdog. I was sure he’d implanted her with us to give him feedback because he came to visit and would take time alone with her. Not only getting information from her, I was sure she was willingly sucking his cock because he’d promised her more if she survived.

She hadn’t, something I was proud over.

The bitch needed to go. She had been a pain in the ass the moment she’d arrived. A daddy’s girl. Rich. Here because she thought she might win one of us, or even our old man, over to gain a place of power.

Now she was ashes scattered on the property.

Father had been beyond pissed, which only cemented the idea he planted her and had wanted her to get one of us to want her enough to keep her. All of us had refused his arrangedmarriage bullshit. There wasn’t a piece of pussy in this world that made any of us want to be tied down.

Not that it would matter.

Even an arranged marriage wouldn’t keep us faithful. Marriage wasn’t shit but a piece of paper. We’d all still fuck whoever, whenever.

I doubted there was a piece of ass out there that would ever enrapture us enough to end our wicked ways.

Although…

I smiled at the thought of the delicate, smart girl currently making us work for a piece of her.

Our interactions had been minimal, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t enjoyed every minute. This hunt was providing me with something I hadn’t had in a long time.

Excitement.

Desire.

She was going to be graded accordingly.

And I couldn’t wait.

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RENZO

Igrew more frustrated the longer we were out in the cold. Just over an hour had passed since she’d ran into the night.

Mass had even called to ask if we’d found her since it was unlike any of the women we let run to make it past twenty minutes once we were out hunting.

“Easy,” Roe murmured, peering through the dense trees. “She didn’t get too far.”

“Let’s hope she froze to death and didn’t escape,” I mumbled, pissed our record might get tarnished. Mass caught the last bitch in the woods and had fucked her so hard we’d heard her screams. To be fair, he’d used a stick on her, but he’d hated her just as much as we had.

Fucking implant.

I had the mindset that every toy our father sent to us was part of his fucked up scheming ways to keep us in check. Even though this one was supposedly currency for a debt, I still didn’t trust shit when it came to him.

“She’s here,” Roe said, pausing and cocking his head.

I stopped because I’d heard the same noise.

A soft cry.

My lips turned slowly upward as I looked at my twin, the same maniacal grin on his face.

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