16

Christian
Her admittance was all the three of us needed. Ava was breathless, the blush of red on her bottom the perfect color. As she mewed, I glanced at Weston, who seemed hypnotized by the entire situation.
We’d waited so long for this moment that our needs were little more than animalistic.
Lust.
It was all consuming for the three of us. The fact that I’d shared two different women with Clinton and Weston during the years showed a pattern, but neither event had awakened the darkness inside. Somehow, Ava had managed to do that as well as invoke the demon living inside of me. I was the big bad wolf, and my little lamb had no understanding of the filthy things I wanted to do to her.
The thought of sharing her for the long term didn’t seem as insane as it once had. We’d even talked about combining our businesses, forming a powerhouse corporation that could never be bested. Maybe that was exactly what would happen after graduation. I’d heard Chicago was a cool place to live. My cock twitched, throbbing to the point of pain from just thinking about the possibility for a future together.
Did I really think she’d go for it, or that her parents wouldn’t interfere? If her father was the assassin, then he’d put bullets in our heads the first opportunity he had. I wanted to laugh at myself given capturing her had initially been about revenge. Now, I was thinking about sharing my life with her. Jesus. I was suddenly thinking like Clinton, which was ridiculous.
I’d watched in near silence as Clinton had taken control over stalking her, watching her as if she was a little bird trying to flee her cage. I would swear she knew we’d been voyeurs, her provocative dances in front of open blinds as close to portraying sexual acts as I’d ever seen. I’d hungered for her to the point of masturbating almost every night, keeping an image of her face in the forefront of my mind. Now, I couldn’t wait to have her plump lips wrapped around my thick cock.
Clinton gathered her into his arms, immediately yanking her dress over her head as he helped her to a standing position. Then he cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers. While she struggled in his hold at first, within seconds she was rubbing her palms down his thighs.
My cock had been completely aroused for too long, my hunger reaching levels I’d yet to experience. All because of a beautiful girl who’d gotten on the radar of a monster. Who was I to judge Clinton? I’d participated in the beheadings of my father’s enemies during a trip home for Christmas.
It was the way of my life as well as Clinton’s, and Weston’s wasn’t much different given the notorious reputation of his father. But to think that Clinton was dead-set on keeping Ava permanently meant we were entering another realm of power that would change everything, including our futures.
However, I was also smart enough to realize that Clinton was fucking nuts. He’d likely toss her aside after getting his fill. In my eyes, she was far too special to spoil. She hadn’t known I’d been in the audience at every performance she’d participated in, including the few off campus, something her professors had no clue about, and if I had to guess, something her parents would freak out over.
She’d always disguised herself, appearing the heady rocker when singing her heart out. Red hair. Blonde hair. Hell, she’d gone through a phase of wearing a neon pink wig. None of her disguises had ever fooled me. I’d been there, sitting in a seat for as long as she performed, protecting her against the evils of the world.
Blood had stained my skin from beating a stupid drunk asshole who’d hassled her three nights before. He’d threatened to call the police. In turn, I’d made certain he knew that if I needed to have a ‘talk’ with him a second time, he’d lose more than just one of his fingers. I’d do it all over again to keep her protected.
As Clinton yanked her head back by her hair, crushing his mouth over hers, I ripped off my jacket, tossing it aside. Then I curled my fingers around the back of my shirt, yanking it over my head to the floor. By the time I approached, her nipples were rock hard, the scent of her desire forcing me to lick my lips.
I rubbed my hands around her waist, crawling them to her thighs.
Clinton pulled away, winking as he glanced at me. “She’s all yours, brother. At least for a few minutes.”
I spun her around, enjoying her expression as I fisted her hair. “You are beautiful.”
Ava placed her hand on my chest, allowing her heated gaze to fall slowly to my belt buckle as she chewed on her lower lip. When she brushed the tips of her fingers down to my belt buckle, I sucked in my breath. A part of me wanted this to last all night long, but I had a feeling my body wouldn’t cooperate.
When she lifted her chin, I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her onto her toes.
“You will never break me,” she said, yet the twinkle in her eye indicated she was intrigued by the possibility.
“We shall see, little lamb. Won’t we?”
She jerked at my belt, managing to unfasten the buckle. Then I pushed her down to her knees, taking a deep breath as she rolled the material over my hips.
“You don’t waste any time,” Weston said as he approached.
“No, brother. We’ve wasted far too much time as it is.”
He growled as he crouched down, easing the hair from her face. “I can’t wait to slide my cock deep inside your pussy.” I watched as he raked his fingers down her back, his expression darkening.
When she wrapped her hand around the base of my cock, I couldn’t hold back an intense moan. “Suck me, little lamb. I want to see your lips surrounding my cockhead.”
Ava pumped the bottom of my shaft, twisting her hand until she created friction. Giving me a salacious look, she slid her other hand between my legs, teasing my balls. She rolled them between her fingers, squeezing until the pressure caused another growl to escape my throat.
“Be careful taunting me,” I said under my breath.
“Why?”
Her question made me laugh. When she finally wrapped her voluptuous lips around my cockhead, I grabbed the top of her head. It was difficult not to ram my shaft deep inside her hot little mouth. I was able to maintain control as she used her strong jaw muscles to suck, yet my body started to shake almost immediately. “Fuck.”
“That hot?” Weston mused.
“You have no idea.”
“She’s a little firecracker.” He Maria to his feet, unfastening his belt. As soon as he freed his cock, she eased her hand to the base, pumping as she’d done to mine.
I tangled my fingers in her hair, closing my eyes as the pleasure increased. I didn’t want to shoot off my load too early. I’d prefer to do so in her tight pussy. The thought brought a smile to my face.
As soon as Weston groaned, I opened my eyes. She was giving him a hand job, one with a magical purpose in mind. I had to wonder just how innocent our little lamb truly was. Perhaps the erotic stories she wrote had been from experience. Or maybe she was a quick study. Whatever the case, I was in seventh heaven.
“That’s it, beautiful girl. Suck me.”
Ava pulled back, blowing across my cockhead. Then she tugged against my hold, pouting her lips until I gave her some freedom. She licked across Weston’s slit before taking his cockhead into her mouth. He immediately threw his head back, issuing a harsh bellow.
I heard Clinton chuckling from the other side of the room where he stood as if emperor and director of the seduction. I rolled my hand down the taut muscles of my stomach, stroking the base as she took Weston’s cock down an inch at a time. While it was more than fair to allow him to enjoy her wet lips, my needs were selfish. There’d be no way I could hold off for long.
After grabbing a handful of her hair, I tugged her back, my gaze hazy as I stared into hers. A man could find his soul in the sapphire depths of her eyes.
If there was a chance one could be found. I’d accepted a long time ago that I’d grow into a man with no conscience just like my father. It was strange that after the limited time she’d spent in my clutches, I wanted to become a better man. Maybe the fucking bourbon was spiked.
I allowed her to drag her sweet tongue down the underside of my cock, tempting me into becoming more brutal when she popped one of my balls into her hot mouth.
“Fuck, woman. Careful.” As if my suggestion was going to be heeded. She’d shed her inhibitions, accepting her fate in the hands of three savage men. I admired her spunk and tenacity, but that only made me want to break her even more.
As soon as she pulled the tip of my dick into her mouth, I impaled her throat, unable to keep my extreme hunger at bay. She had one hand wrapped around Weston’s cock, still twisting, the friction driving him nuts, but she placed her other hand on my thigh. The way she dug her fingernails into my skin was strangely appealing.
I rolled onto the balls of my feet, fucking her mouth as if I was a dying man. It had been so long since I’d been with a woman and this was… shit, I could come easily. My mind was a freaking, blurry mess from the buildup of stripping her of her innocence.
“That’s it,” I managed, barely able to focus. The strangled sounds she made were beautiful music, the only kind I wanted to hear. I’d already lost my precum to a slice of her tongue raking across my cockhead. My balls were aching, and I wanted to fill her mouth with my seed, requiring her to clean off every drop.
“My turn,” Weston growled, ripping her from my arms. I didn’t fight him, needing to cool down. The scent of her pussy was far too attractive. Later, I’d come in her throat.
I backed away, fighting to keep from stumbling as I adjusted my trousers. Then I grabbed a glass, filling it in with Blackjack. “She’s fucking incredible.”
“Yeah, she is.” Clinton’s gaze hadn’t left her since I’d forced her onto her knees, forever watching like a hawk. He’d already removed his clothes and was now idly stroking his cock with enough pressure I could tell he was in pain. He was truly a twisted fuck, but that’s why we got along so well. Weston was the Yin to our dark Yang, keeping us centered when we often preferred going off the rails. “She’s going to be a powerful addition to our lives.”
“So, we’ll get a big house in the outskirts of Chicago, defy the normal traditions?” I was mostly teasing, but as soon as I issued the suggestion, it was as if a light had gone off in his mind.
“That’s exactly what we’re going to do. She’ll marry us. We’ll raise a fucking passel of kids and rule the goddamn world. If anyone wants to fuck with us, they’ll realize they made a huge mistake.”
While I laughed, I could tell the man was serious. “We’ll keep her in chains, tied to a huge bed.”
He snorted, his eyes no longer focusing. “Something like that.”
Nothing Clinton said any longer shocked me. While I’d hungered for her almost as much, I hadn’t imagined us together forever in the vision of my future. I wasn’t certain any woman could handle my sadism or the heritage I’d grown up with.
“And how do you propose to keep her father from tracking us like dogs?” I pounded back a portion of my drink, curious as to his answer.
“That’s simple,” he said as he shrugged. “We kill the bastard. But first things first. We need to fuck her. Then we’ll go hunting. In case you haven’t experienced it. There’s nothing like live, human prey.”