Page 4 of Dirty Brothers
For a split second, one split-fucking-second, I debate calling this whole thing off, but then he presses forward. I feel his hardness pressed against my back and all thoughts of fleeing go out the window.
You’re a bad bitch, Molly. You have nothing to be ashamed of.
With that mantra on repeat in my head, I take shaky steps toward the cross, feeling three sets of eyes on me the whole way. When I stand before it, I take one last deep breath before slowly turning around to face them. I inhale sharply at the sight of the three of them standing there shoulder to shoulder with their focus on me.
The raw sexual energy that pulses off them is charging the air with a lustful feel I am powerless to fight against. The lighting in here is dim, making it hard for me to decipher the color of their eyes. The masks they wear are crazy creepy and in a different setting I would be running and screaming for help.
They are matte black with no other color except for the cross in the middle of their foreheads that is a piercing blue which draws your attention. Even with the standard lace or LED lights like all the others downstairs, their masks stand out but it’s because their presence alone demands your full focus. They ooze power and dominance without any effort.
“Lose the dress,” the one on the right says. I can’t tell them apart and it's unnerving. The only difference I can spot is the one in the middle is slightly taller than the two flanking either side of him. I hesitate for a second, which has the one on the left growling. A small squeak escapes me as I reach up to try and grip the zipper at the back but I can’t reach it.
“Backing out of our deal, birdy?” the one in the middle taunts.
I narrow my eyes at the cocky asshole as I answer. “I can’t reach the zipper.”
“How’d you get it on?” the guy on the left throws out.
I scoff and shoot him a glare. “My boyfriend zipped me in it,” I snap. In one fluid move the three of them close in on me and I start to panic when they surround me until my back is flush against the cross. The one in the middle reaches out and wraps his hand around my throat. His hand is so big I can feel the tips of his fingers on the back of my neck. He applies enough pressure to make it hard to breathe. My mind is screaming at me to end this but my body is burning with need, and if the wet patch on the front of my thong is anything to go by, then my pussy is loving this as well.
“We’ll destroy that little prick and take joy in the fact we’re about to fucking ruin you for him.” His words have my mouth popping open and my breaths coming in fast pants. Now that they are this close, I can see the one in the middle has blue eyes but there is no warmth in them. “By the time we are finished with you, you’ll be begging for us to come back and fuck you like the whore we know you want to be for us.” A heady moan escapes my lips without permission, making the two guys on either side of me grunt their agreement.
“Your safe word is birdy, say it once and this all stops,” the guy on the right says as I’m pulled forward by the one in the middle, who uses his grip on my throat like a leash. I’m too focused on the one in front of me to realize who is slowly peeling my zipper down. The dress drops to the ground and the two guys on either side of me groan in appreciation at the sight of my bare tits and thong-covered pussy.
“Fuck, you’re the best revenge,” the one on the left says just as my throat is released so the one in the middle can take astep back and drink in the sight of my bare skin. I start to feel self-conscious when none of them utter a word, but the sounds that start emitting from them have my cheeks heating and my breathing turning choppy. Without saying a single word, these three men have me feeling beautiful, the way their attention is captured by my body has me feeling emboldened.
I step backward until my back is flush against the cross. I run my gaze over each of them and allow my inner monster out to play for the first time ever.
If these boys think they are the only ones that are hiding something behind their masks, then they have another thing coming. I’m about to unleash years of pent up tension out on them and I just hope they are strong enough to take it.
FOUR
BRAYDEN
The three of us stand here watching her as she removes her mask that did fuck all to disguise who she truly is from us and tosses it to the side. Her green eyes are glazed and filled with hunger, she has the appearance of a good girl who spends her free time with her head in romantasy novels but looks can be deceiving.
She glides a single finger down the center of her tits, the three of us follow that finger like it’s a lifeline. Kingston groans when she trails that finger across her pebbled nipple, and a small moan tumbles from those full fucking lips of hers that I’m picturing wrapped around my cock. Tonight, I’ll allow her to take the lead and let her think she’s in charge for a short while, but Molly Turner will learn that I call the fucking shots. I’m the boss in and outside of the bedroom, I don’t deal well with authority or losing, just ask my brothers.
Hence why we are standing in this room right now, getting our revenge against that cunt Brady.
When she grips the band of her thong both my brothers growl in anticipation. I smirk behind my mask, knowing they have been counting down the days until they could bury themselves inside that fucking sanctuary between her legs. She keeps her eyes on us as she pushes the material down her legs.She kicks the thong toward us and Justin is the one to snatch it off the floor and stuff it in his back pocket, earning a smirk from the girl. Her pussy is glistening and my mouth waters with the need to taste her juices on my tongue and feel her walls clamping down on my cock as she comes.
“Cuff her.” My tone is gruff and filled with need. Kingston and Justin stalk toward her without complaint. Each of them grab her wrists and draw them up so they can cuff them above her to each point of the cross. “Legs,” I grit out. Both of them bend down and cuff her ankles, rendering her powerless and at our mercy. I drink in the sight of her restrained and bare with a red flush coating her naked creamy skin as she waits to see what will happen next.
I prowl forward and press myself against her so she can feel how hard I am. Her eyes widen but she says nothing as she holds my stare. I snap my arm up and grip her throat again. Her eyes widen to the size of saucers as fear begins to shine in her eyes.
“We’re going to show you how fear can be one of the best forms of foreplay,” I growl as I cup her pussy with my free hand, drawing a sharp gasp from her but I’m not done. I slide a single finger through her slick folds, loving the way she trembles from my touch. “You dirty little bitch, your cunt is drenched,” I snarl. Her mouth parts but her reply is cut off when I push a finger inside her tight little hole.
“Fuck!” she cries out when I begin pumping in and out of her.
“You like that, birdy?” King asks.
She lolls her head to the left to meet his gaze, her brows are bunched and her eyes are glassy. “Yes.”
“You’re a dirty slut, aren’t you?” Justin purrs from her other side.
She whimpers and bites down on her lip, then tries to nod but my grip on her throat won’t allow it, forcing her to use her fucking words. “I… No, I’ve never—” Her reply is cut off when Icurl my finger, hitting that sweet spot inside her taut little cunt. “Yes!” she screams. The instant her pussy tries to clamp down on my finger, I withdraw it. She whimpers but her eyes blaze with outrage. Her mouth opens to no doubt curse me out, so I shove my finger that was just inside her cunt in her mouth.
“Taste yourself, birdy,” I hiss. Outrage is written on her face but she obeys me and wraps those lips around my digit, tastes herself and moans.
