Page 14 of Force of Nature

Zeb and Ox laughed while Martin sulked. I was sure Martin was pissed that Duke hadn’t offered to let him have Willow first.Too fucking bad, you sick piece of shit.I flexed my aching fingers but couldn’t make them act. The thought of maneuvering her into position after everything she’d already been through seemed monstrous.

“I-I can’t,” I said, despising the weakness in my voice. What they were asking for felt impossible. She was mydaughter,for fuck’s sake.

“Boys, hold her down.”

At Duke’s command, the others converged on Willow. Martin and Zeb pulled at her legs, pinned them to the ground. She shrieked as Ox twisted her upper body, holding her down by her shoulders. She resisted, but the men were stronger than she was. I wanted to chop off their hands, but Duke was at my side, holding the knife.

“So, what’s it going to be?” he asked. “Are you going to bury your face in your daughter’s pussy, or would you rather watch me do it? And let me warn you, I’m not afraid to use my teeth.”

This evil fucker…I was going to kill him. I didn’t know when or how, but I was going to stop his heart from beating one way or another.

For now, I had no choice but to obey his orders and pray that Willow would forgive me someday in the future, far from here. I shifted onto my hands and knees and crawled between her legs. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her face, so I fixed my gaze on what was in front of me. My daughter’s soft, pink lips were spread open by the men pulling at her legs. She was as beautiful down here as she was everywhere else.

I despised myself for noticing that.

“I’m sorry…” I slid my hands up her inner thighs and lowered my head.

Everything about this was wrong, from the way that these sick fucks were staring at us to the fact that she smelled incredible. But I worked hard to push all of that out of my mind as I licked up her center, getting my first taste of her secrets.

“Attaboy,” said Zeb, or maybe it was Duke. Whoever it was clapped me on the back as if we were bros. I suppressed the urge to whirl around and punch someone.

Willow gasped as I flicked my tongue over her clit. The possibility that I could make her feel something other than pain filled me with a sense of purpose. I decided to do whatever I could to make this good for her. If they were truly going to force us to fuck, she needed to be wet enough to take me.

Christ, talk about making the best of the absolute worst situation.Was this survival mode or was I always a little bit twisted?

I focused on bringing Willow pleasure, tuning out the taunting words of the men surrounding us. I dipped my tongue inside her opening as I slid my hands between her ass and the ground, lifting her to grant me better access to her sweetness. She moaned, and the men mocked her for it, but I could tell that her body liked what I was doing.

A strange sense of pride filled my chest, knowing that I was pleasing her. I tried to ignore the voice in my head that was screaming at me to stop, reminding me over and over again that she was my daughter and I was hurting her, even if my actions brought her pleasure in the moment.

Willow began rocking her hips, though her range of motion was limited by the hands pinning her down. Her shallow breaths grew into whimpers. I hovered my mouth over her clit, pulling the sensitive nub between my lips and sucking gently, as I slowly urged a finger inside of her. She was so tight that I became lightheaded.

I felt a rush of blood and a subtle throb below my belt. No, that wasn’t possible. I couldn’t be getting hard from this.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

I swirled my tongue over her clit a few times, and then suddenly she was coming, her pussy clenching around my finger as she moaned. I couldn’t resist glancing up at her face, wanting to see for myself that it was true. But instead, my view was blocked by the arms of the assholes fondling her breasts.

Seeing their hands on her body made me jerk back.

“Get your hands off her,” I snapped, rage coursing through me.

Of course they didn’t listen. Ox smirked, pinching Willow’s face between his thumb and fingers, forcing her lips to part. Bringing his face close to hers, he spit into her mouth. She cringed and tried to turn away while he held her tightly and laughed in her face.

Fury brought me to my feet. I was ready to attack the man, despite the beating he’d already given me. But I didn’t get that far. Duke grabbed the back of my shirt and then cut through it so effortlessly that I didn’t realize what he’d done until he pulled the split shirt off me.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I snarled, whirling to face him.

“Getting you ready to pop your little girl’s cherry,” Duke said. “It seemed unfair that she was the only one without clothes on.”

The desire to wipe the smug grin off his face was so strong that I nearly punched him, despite the fact that he had multiple weapons and a team at his disposal. But Willow’s cry of pain adjusted my priorities. They’d repositioned her onto her knees, and one of her nipples was red and distended, as if someone had just tugged on it.

“Fuckers,” I muttered.

“Pants off,” Duke said, poking me in the back with the tip of the knife. I flinched as he broke the skin, just barely.

I unfastened my belt quickly and without complaint to avoid further prodding with the knife. I needed to focus. I couldn’t risk letting my anger get the best of me again. If I became incapacitated too soon, there would be no helping Willow escape these men, and that was my number-one priority. I had to play along until an opportunity presented itself.

I shoved my shorts and boxers down my legs and then stepped out of them. I was ashamed to find that my cock wasn’t entirely soft after having licked my daughter’s pussy. However, it definitely wasn’t ready to perform the job they intended it for.

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