Page 22 of Snowed in with the Brutes
There is truly no way out of this for me.Kian, Flinn, and Sinclair will have to leave their mark inside my body.They’ll have to part my legs, drive their cocks into me, and fuck me until they come—and only then will this debt be paid.
I can’t escape uttering the statement of atonement anymore.
“Yes,” I whisper, defeated.
“On your knees, Cora,” Sinclair says.“And tell us your pledge.”
I lower myself, grateful for the thick, fluffy carpet beneath my knees as I kneel before them.
“On behalf of the Anderson family, I extend a formal apology.My...my father will never forgive himself for his ill words, but I’m here as a token of his atonement.Your wishes are my command.”
I recite the words that have been drilled into my head since the moment I was chosen as the sacrificial lamb.
The words the kings of the consortium need to hear so they can collect on their debt.The words that kept me up at night, but learning who I would be saying them to keeps me chained in a burning hell.
How can I let them touch me and then never be touched by them again?
Before I lose my nerve, I continue.
“I offer you my body freely, with no restrictions or conditions, so that the black mark against the Anderson family may be alleviated.I am your humble servant, in body and mind.”
I must be experiencing some reverse meltdown.Instead of my words freezing me up, my nipples harden even more, and the throb between my legs escalates.
“Good girl,” Flinn says.“Now take our cocks into your mouth so we’ll know your pledge is true.”
Heat strikes me like an electrical bolt.My eyes widen as they unbuckle their belts, unzip their pants, and reveal their cocks from their stark white boxer briefs.
I’m stunned by the sight of their naked cocks, the fresh scent of soap wafting off them.I watch in mesmerized fascination as they take hold of their shafts and pump, the veins in their tattooed forearms thick and heavy, breathtakingly male.
I’m astonished by their size—until I realize they will have to go inside me.I look up at them, fear in my eyes.
“We’ll make it fit, sweetheart,” Sinclair says as he guides his cock to my lips.
The merest touch is all I need to unleash my curiosity.I take turns with them, opening my mouth, sucking and licking, savoring them, and swallowing their taste.
As transfixed as I am by their cocks and the sensation of sliding them over my tongue and sucking the glistening pre-cum from their heads, there’s still a part of me that’s empty.As if I have three chambers and only two are filled.Tears prick my eyes, but suddenly the atmosphere around me changes.
When Kian rises from his chair, I know he’s ready to leave the room, but...some unnamed force inside me steers me forward.
He has to pass me to leave the dining room, and when he does, I grab his wrist before he can escape.
I’m so far gone that nothing matters anymore.
