Page 18 of The Best Man

I flinch as Marcus hits the light switch so Joey can see me sprawled on the bed in my soiled bachelorette dress. I gasp, my eyes widening in horror, but that’s nothing compared to the horror etched across Joey’s face.

He’s so shocked, his skin loses several shades of color. His eyes dart from me to Marcus in confusion. It’s clear he isn’t sure what happened here, and he’s struggling to jump to the obvious conclusion.

His gaze snaps back to me. He takes in the ball gag in my mouth, the way I’m cuffed to our bed. Marcus never gave my panties back and the dress is riding up so he can even see my pussy from where he’s standing.

“Marcus, what did you do?” he asks, horror weakening his every word.

“I tied up your pretty little fiancée and let the whole family use her. Every fucking one of them. Dad had her mouth. Jared did, too. We all had her pussy. I had it a few times.”

Joey’s face drains completely of color. “No. No.” He turns to me then, desperation replacing his shock. “Say it isn’t true, Jess.”

Shame wells up inside me and tears stream down my face.

“No, baby. Say it isn’t true.”

I can’t say anything with this ball gag in my mouth. He must realize that because he rushes over to unbuckle it, but the whole time his shaky fingers work the buckle and fumble to free my mouth of the gag, his gaze rakes over me, searching for evidence of what Marcus claims happened here.

And there’s evidence everywhere.

Smeared on my tits, soiling my dress, making my lips swollen, leaking from between my legs and staining his previously perfect sheets.

“No,” he whispers in horror, not wanting to believe what he’s seeing. “He fucking ruined you.”

My heart sinks, then cracks in half.

“I didn’t fucking ruin her,” Marcus snaps.

“You raped her,” Joey says, turning on his heel to hurl the accusation at his brother. “She never would have agreed to this. You mindfucked her somehow. You made her do this. You sick son of a bitch. You tied her up and tricked every fucking man in our family…” Evidently lacking the words to properly express his fury, he rushes Marcus, ramming him against the wall and throwing a clumsy right hook.

Marcus isn’t drunk, and he’s also bigger and stronger than Joey, so he easily deflects the blow, throws his brother off him, and moves out of the way.

“This is really your fault,” Marcus states. “If you wouldn’t have sent me back here to get you a condom so you could fuck your hooker, I never would have found her.”

“What kind of sick fuck would do this to his brother’s fiancée?” Joey shouts, spittle flying from his mouth as he shakes with rage. “What kind ofbrotherwould do that?”

“One who’s really sick of your shit,” Marcus states. “Look, Joey, I love you, but I’m not going to let you ruin this poor girl’s fucking life. She deserves better.” Looking past him at me, he tells me, “He’s been cheating on you the whole time, by the way.”

“You son of a bitch,” Joey says, taking another swing.

Again, Marcus dodges it easily.

“I’ll call the fucking cops,” Joey says furiously. “You tied her up and gagged her. You raped her. She didn’t have a choice!”

Marcus nods, then he steps around his brother and walks over to me.

I feel cold all over, shaky and exposed. But then Marcus brings his strong hand to cup my face like I’m something precious to him, and I feel a burst of warmth. He leans down and tenderly brushes his lips against mine, and even though I’m tied up and helpless, displayed like a whore in front of my fiancé…

His kiss warms me up. Even in front of Joey, I can’t resist kissing him back.

When our lips part, his deep voice rumbles through me. “If Joey calls the cops, are you gonna tell them me and all my brothers raped you tonight, pretty girl?”

I lick my dry lips, my body still feeling languid from his intoxicating kisses, but my heart pounding in my throat.

I can’t argue that’s what he set me up for. Ididn’tagree to any of this. He lied to me and told me he was bringing Joey in, then he brought the rest of his family instead. They all took turns violating me, but they didn’t know that’s what they were doing, and I wouldn’t call it… that. It wasn’t what I signed up for, but I did want some of it while it was happening.

Besides, I meant it earlier when I said I didn’t believe Joey would cheat on me, and if he has, then… how can I marry him?

No one forcedhimto do it.

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