Page 19 of Beautiful Revenge

Sweetie? I don’t fucking think so.

“You don’t have the right to call me that! You lost that right the second you started defiling me instead of treating me like your child!” I snarl at him, almost ready to stab him to death and end this here and now. But he doesn’t deserve to die quickly.

“Br—”

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up! It’s my turn to talk now. This is my show, not yours. My revenge is your penance, and you will pay dearly before you take your last breath.” I lean into his face so he can see the demon he’s created.

The monster he’s turned me into by forcing me into things no child or living being should ever have to feel.

“What do you want to do first, baby?” Devon asks, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

I smile. “I don’t know. I kind of want to see how long he can stay awake as I stab him to death, but that would mean I don’t get to play anymore. It’s no fun if he’s dead.” I sigh as Dev laughs into my neck before laying a kiss below my ear.

“No, I can’t imagine it would be. You have lots of plans though, babe. Pick whichever one you’d like,” he whispers into my ear, making me shiver in delight.

I hum my approval, closing my eyes as he nibbles on my ear. I can feel his need against my ass, and it’s driving me insane.

If I didn’t need to torture my father so badly, I’d beg him to let me taste him. Dylan, too. The weight of them in my mouth while I give them pleasure is a side of sex I never knew existed before them, and one I will never allow another man or woman to give me.

“Oh, fuck me,” Dylan groans. I open my eyes to see what he’s talking about, but his eyes are locked on my face. “She has that look on her face, Dev.”

I can feel Devon’s laughter as I scrunch my nose in confusion. “What look?” I ask, and Devon laughs louder.

“I’m assuming he’s talking about the look you get when you’re absolutely starving for our dicks, babe,” he says, chuckling.

Dylan nods, running his hand down his face in a groan. “That’s the look, alright.”

I smile, moving away from Devon just as my father scoffs. Turning to him, I allow my anger to resurface. The guys are incredible, and I love them, but nothing will ever keep this hatred at bay while my father still breathes air into his lungs.

“Something to say?” I tilt my head, and he narrows his eyes at me.

“I knew you’d turn out to be just like her,” he spits, and I know he’s talking about my mother. “A filthy whore. I tried—” Dylan punches him in the face, stopping his words.

I stare at my sweet guy in shock while Devon grumbles about wanting to be the one to do that. He gets a chance the second my father makes another sound, though.

“Leave something for me,” I whine, and they snort.

“Just warming him up, princess. He’s all yours.” Devon kisses me before turning back to his brother. “What the fuck was that, Rambo?”

Dyl rolls his eyes, favouring his fist as he speaks. “She’s not a whore, and I’m sick of his vitriol. He doesn’t need to talk unless Brie wants him to.” He shakes his hand out, wincing.

“Aww, baby. I love you,” I whisper, and he smirks.

“Love you too, baby. Now do your thing and find the peace you need,” he says, stepping toward me before kissing me gently.

“It’s time. How much longer do I have with him before the toxin wears off?” I ask, and Devon laughs.

“About an hour, babe. Do your worst.” He winks, and my excitement kicks up.

I turn back to my father as he watches us in disdain, his face already swelling where the guys hit him. “Can you grab the ball gag, please?” I ask them both, stepping toward my father without fear. I pull on my gloves just as the guys had done earlier.

Up until this point, it wasn’t needed for me to wear them, given that this is my house, but now? I can’t run the risk of my fingerprints somehow being burned into the ball gag during the fire.

His eyes widen in surprise when Dylan hands me the black silicone ball that’s going to silence his screams.

“Are you ready, Daddy?” I ask, taunting him as I hold it in front of his face. “You used one on me when I was making too much noise, so it’s only fair I return the favour,” I taunt, smiling at him.

Devon moves behind him, forcing his jaw to open, so I can shove the thing into my father’s mouth before clipping it around his head. The moment Dev lets go, my father starts coughing and choking on the taste and smell of the bleach I’d previously soaked it in.

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