75 - It was me

"Icarus should have waited for nightfall, the moon would have never let him go."

― Nina Mouawad

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I gasped at the pain. "I don't fucking know."

He chuckled. Though he looked different, he was still the same monster. I was shaking. I was shaking so fucking bad. He wiped my blood off the knife with a dirty cloth. The knife glinted in the soft light of the basement.

"Tell me. Who can draw her out?"

I struggled in the rough ropes but it was of no use. I could not move from the chair.

"Cassandra?"

I laughed. "She's with Creeds' grandmother. Fucking try her."

He smiled a smile that promised that he would get the name out of me. There was one person I knew Olivia would undoubtedly come for. "Who is it?" He asked, picking up the screwdriver from the table.

It was me.

I thought of the Christmas gift I had given her. It had blown up in the fire. She hadn't seen it - being preoccupied with the Creeds.

I wondered if it would have made a difference if she had seen it.

. . .

I set my head against his knee, blinking up at him as he took the stick out of my hair, making it tumble down my waist. My shirt buttons were undone and I still wore my jeans. He hadn't done anything else, he just made me kneel.

I knew Ashton and Xerxes were watching me. They weren't doing anything.

"I love you," Zavier said to me, his hand running through my hair. His eyes were so soft as they held mine. "You know that, right?"

I nodded. I did know that, just like I knew I loved them back.

Just like I knew they were still hiding something.

After a while he picked me up and sat me down between his legs, facing his brothers.

He sneaked his arms under my shirt, cupping my bra-covered breasts. I bit my lip looking at Ashton, whose book laid idle on his lap, and then Xerxes who had his whiskey glass in his gloved hand.

Zavier gently squeezed and I gasped, a blush forming on my cheeks.

"What do you want me to do to you?" He murmured into my ear, squeezing my breasts again. "Tell me what you need, baby and I'll give it to you the way you need it."

My bottom lip rolled into my mouth as he sneaked his hands under my bra, grasping my breasts with his large rough hands, his rings were cold against my warm skin. He gently pinched my nipples, chuckling when I squirmed in his cold.

"What do you need?" He asked. "Tell me, Kitten and I'll be nice to you."

"I-I..." I couldn't say it. Ashton and Xerxes were continuously looking at me. I looked down, drowned by nervousness.

Ashton chuckled. "Speak up, Little one. I can see your hips moving. What is it that you need?"

You. The answer almost slipped out. I bit my lip, whimpering when Zavier pinched my nipples sharply. They were doing this to me in a freaking limousine.

I didn't say anything. Zavier grabbed my neck, his stubble softly digging into my skin as he spoke in my ear. "Someone was being so fucking brave a few minutes ago..." He chuckled. I shivered, eyes closing. "What happened to your claws, kitten?"

"I..."

His hand came down to the button of my jeans. He undid it. Xerxes took it off along with my panties, throwing them off somewhere in the limousine. Zavier took my shirt and bra off, throwing them somewhere, too. In about half a minute, I was completely naked in front of three very clothed men.

Their eyes took everything in. Zavier ran his tatted hands all over me, gripping my thighs and spreading them. I hid my face with my hands, feeling myself tremble in front of them. I knew where they were looking.

"So fucking shy." Zavier kissed my bare shoulder. "We've seen all of you, kitten. And we plan on seeing it as often as we can. Take your hands off."

I slowly took my hands off my face, looking at Ashton and Xerxes. They smirked at me, identical smirks. I bit my lip, looking away.

"No." Zavier grabbed my jaw, making me look back at them. "Look at them."

I gulped. I was going to combust.

Zavier wrapped an arm tightly around my waist, keeping me locked to him, and his other hands went down to where I was burning for them. He rubbed me there with his palm. "So fucking wet." I bit my lip, my eyes bouncing from Xerxes to Ashton who watched me with hunger in their eyes, a promise of pleasure and pain when they got their hands on me.

Then, suddenly, Zavier spanked me. Right there.

I whimpered, trying to close my thighs.

"Don't you fucking dare." Zavier stopped me. "Open them, nice and wide. I did promise I would spank that disobedient pussy of yours, didn't I?"

He had promised me that. Why had I not take his threat seriously?

"Four more," He said. I looked at Ashton and Xerxes with teary eyes as I spread my thighs. Zavier rubbed me there, nudging my clit with the heel of his palm."Good girl." I was so wet, so freaking wet and it was enough to let

them know that I liked having him spank me there. It hurt so freaking bad, though.

His hand came down again and I flinched, whimpering and struggling in his hold.

"Shh," He whispered in my ear as he again rubbed me. My thighs were shaking so bad. I was close. I could not believe him spanking me there was affecting me this much. "Take it like a good whore. Be good for daddy, hm?"

I bit my lip, nodding. He spanked me again. "Fucking words." "Y-yes, Daddy." God, my voice was so small.

"Two more." His hand came down twice quickly and he brushed his finger once on my clit and I found myself pushed to the edge.

"D-Daddy can I-"

"Cum." He rubbed my clit. Once. Twice. And I came loudly. My eyes squeezing out tears as my thighs trembled, hot pleasure washing over me. He rubbed me through my orgasm and then till I was shaking with overstimulation. Finally, he let me curl into a ball on his lap, tucking me close as my eyes dropped with exhaustion.

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Ngl I hate this chapter.