Page 14 of Dirty Brothers
“Does it matter?” she retorts.
“No. Now start running,” Brayden grits out. She pushes past me and heads straight for the second floor. Before Justin and I can go after her, Bray grips our arms and whirls us back to face him. “Stop fucking with her. Your job is to use her, get revenge, then forget the fuck about her and act like nothing ever happened with her. Got it?”
THIRTEEN
MOLLY
The thrill of the hunt pulses through me. Mix that with how on edge I am and that is a heady fucking mix. Tonight, I have a bigger head start and try all the handles on the doors as I pass by. I’ve been wondering why it’s always empty up here and I never see anyone else, but the thought is quickly forgotten when I hear footsteps pounding the ground behind me. The next three doors I try are all locked but when I reach the fourth the handle turns and giddiness surges inside me as I push the door open, then confusion swirls through me.
“What the fuck,” I whisper aloud as I take in the sight in front of me. I don’t wait for the guys to enter as I walk through the room and study it.
It’s a fucking kitchen!
I mean like a full blown fucking show home kitchen. The first room was obviously a BDSM room, the second room was something from a porn film but this one… I have no idea what to think about this one.
“Tonight, you get me to yourself until I allow my brothers to join.” I turn away from the kitchen island to see the three of them standing there. Their matte black masks seem moreominous, but it’s that damn blue cross in the center of their masks that always sends a chill down my spine.
Are they religious?
The guy in the middle steps forward, making it clear he is the one calling the shots tonight. “Each of the rooms,” I say aloud.
“What?” he presses as he moves closer to me.
“The first one was one of their fantasies,” I say, flicking my chin toward the other two. “The second one was one of theirs as well but, this one…”
“Is all mine, birdy,” he growls as he steps into me and grips the back of my neck. “Turn around and grip the edge of the counter. I’m about to show you that I am the worst out of the three of us.” I should be terrified and running from this place and never look back, but my body is trembling with need and curiosity is holding me in place. I obey his demand and turn and grip the edge of the counter.
“Spread those legs.” His husky voice sends a thrill of need through me. I widen my stance, already aware that I am dripping wet and he hasn’t even touched me. He grips the hem of my dress and then pushes it up to my waist. The hiss that escapes him has a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.
“I thought pink would lookpretty,” I say seductively.
“Baby girl, anything you wear would look fucking sexy. It’s been a long time since I have craved the taste of a pussy and my mouth has been watering all day for yours.” I moan, his filthy talk only serves to have more arousal gathering at my core.
“I’m so wet for you,father,” I purr. I don’t know why I added the last part but the sight of those crosses on their masks has me wanting to play into this whole thing.
He growls low in his throat. “Tonight, I am going to introduce you to a Colorado s’more but I won’t be the one eating it, you will.” Excitement thrums through me, I have no idea what that is but the prospect of learning is alluring. It’s crazy how after onlymeeting these guys recently I trust that they won’t hurt me and will ensure that I get the greatest pleasure. When he slowly trails a finger down the lace of my thong I cry out and jerk onto my tiptoes.
He lands a swift smack to my ass. “Don’t you ever try to move this filthy little cunt away from me again.” He cups my pussy in one hand then grips my hair in the other and yanks my head back. “Do you understand, you dirty little slut?” To drive his point home he shoves my thong to the side and plunges two fingers inside my wet little pussy, causing me to scream out in pleasure. “Answer me, you dirty bitch.” I groan in pleasure as his fingers continue to move in and out of me, but mix that euphoric feeling with his filthy words and I’m putty in his hands.
“Yes, I understand, father,” I pant.
“That’s right, birdy. I’m the one who is going to make you sin and force you over to the dark side.”
He releases his hold on my hair. I press my cheek to the cold wood of the counter and grip the edge as he continues to finger fuck my cunt. “Fuck, yes. I might even make you eat two, one from each hole.” I have no idea what he is saying and I don’t care, as long as he keeps playing with my pussy like that and stroking that sweet spot inside me. I feel him move behind me and cry out when I feel his tongue lick a trail through my cheeks and lap at my asshole. As if my body has a mind of its own I push back, needing to feel his tongue breach that tight muscle wall while grinding against his fingers trying to chase my climax. It takes all my strength not to look back and get a glimpse of his face beneath the mask.
“Oh yeah, your tongue feels so good in my ass, father,” I pant as he tongue fucks my ass in sync with his fingers in my pussy. Calling himfatherheightens my own need. “Just like that, I want to come on your fingers.” I feel my orgasm cresting and I know that when it powers through me it will steal the air frommy lungs. I would give anything to have the other two here with us and share in this moment. I clench down on his fingers just as I feel the beginning of my climax but the bastard yanks them out of me. I cry out in annoyance only to get my ass spanked again, twice.
“You get what the fuck I give you. You come when I say you can, you greedy little whore.” Unable to contain it I moan. I love being called a whore or a slut. I love being used and fucked like a dirty toy. It’s always been something I have wanted to try and now that I have, I fucking crave it. I have never found anyone able or willing to give me what I want until these three. I thought Brady would be into it, but he always shut me down. For these three guys, it’s effortless and comes naturally to them to take control, dominate and force me to take what they give.
“Yes, father,” I breathe out. It sends a thrill of erotic pleasure through me referring to him asfather.
We all have our fetishes and it is clear as day, I have a thing for priests now, clearly.
“Don’t move.” I remain exactly as I am but I hear him moving around the room, when he finally returns he dumps a packet of giant marshmallows next to my face. I want to ask what he is going to do with those but I remain silent, trusting that whatever he is going to use those for, I will fucking love it. “Do you like the taste of cum, birdy?”
His question stumps me enough that it takes me a moment to gather my thoughts. “Yes?”
“Are you asking or telling me, birdy?” That gravel in his tone has my breath hitching and sends a shiver trailing down my spine.
