Page 3 of Did They Break You

“And she smells so damn good.”

Chase bites my earlobe as Cortland’s ravenous mouth takes my other nipple in, sucking and bruising me.

Hurting me.

He knows I’m a virgin and I’m not ready.

He wouldn’t.

He wouldn’t do this.

I do want him, but…

“Cortland,” I whisper, my mouth dry. I feel frozen. Like I can’t even take a breath properly, and my face feels numb and I drank way too much and I rarely ever do.

Stupid child.

My stepdad’s words, reinforced in my head. I’ve never believed him as much as I do now.

“Yeah, baby?” Cortland murmurs against my skin before he closes his teeth around my nipple, tugging hard.

“Come on, Remi, get on your knees for us.” Chase’s words are chilling, but Brinklin’s rubbing something against my thigh that’s hard and hot and…

Another whimper.

“Don’t hurt me,” I whisper.

“Wouldn’t fucking dream of it,” Chase bites back, his hand still painfully gripping my face.

Cortland bites my breast, then straightens, his hands on either side of my hips, under my shirt as he pushes the material up higher, and higher… and higher.

It’s around my throat.

Chase lets go of my face only to grab my arm, force it through my tank. “Get her other one free,” he whispers.

Cortland’s fingers are calloused but gentle as he lifts my other arm up, slowly drags my shirt over it, so it’s only around my neck.

Chase grabs the shirt, twists it hard, so it’s choking me as he yanks me toward him, his mouth again at my ear.

Brinklin is still running his erection over my inner thigh and Cortland’s hands are kneading my breasts, slipping under the cups of my bra.

“On your knees,pretty baby,”Chase sneers, using Cortland’s name for me.

I don’t move.

Cortland runs his thumbs over my nipples. “I want you so much,” he whispers, leaning closer again, and I feel Brinklin’s hand on my ass, grabbing my flesh as he groans. “I want you, baby, I’ve wanted you for so long.”

He presses his lips to mine, his lip ring scraping against my mouth.

I open for him, as if this kiss could save me. As if he’ll remember the hours on the phone. Falling asleep on the line with me when my stepdad was away. Listening to me react to scary movies while he laughed and comforted me.

That’s the Cortland I know.

But do you know him at all?Another voice through my drunken thoughts.

“I’ve waitedso fucking long, Remi.”Cortland is pleading, his Southern drawl more pronounced now that he’s drunk and desperate for me.

But he can’t be too desperate because he’s not going to stop.

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