Broken like me : A Dark College Romance, page 20
My balls tighten and I finally find my release deep in her ass. Dav growls out when he fills her pussy with his cum as she hits her peak. I can feel his cock pulsing when he finds his release inside her. I have never felt anything like this before.
Dav and I both stop moving with our hard cocks still buried deep inside her, even though I know we can both keep going, I lower my head and lock eyes with my brother’s, he locks eyes with me, I nod and slowly pull out of her ass. I step back and reach down and pull up my pants and boxers, with a smile on my face.
Nicki’s body is still shaky from her release, from us both taking her at the same time. I wrap my arm around her stomach and pull her off of Dav’s cock, she moans as I help her stand. Her legs are weak and shaking, she leans against me for support. She presses her back to my front and I tighten my hold around her not wanting to let her go. I bend down and place my lips against her ear, her skin smells so fucking good, a mixer of rain and sex.
“We love you now and forever Love. There is no escaping us.” I lift my hand and grab onto her throat forcing her to lift her head and turn to look at me. I see the suffering in her eyes, the pain, pure fucking pain, she is fucking beautiful. I press forward and smash my lips to hers while I tighten my hold around her when I feel her legs giving out. We are her weakness, and she is ours.
I pull back and watch her try to catch her breath, a smile forms across my lips when I taste my brother's blood in my mouth. She opens her eyes and looks at me.
“You are fucking perfect love,” I confess to her. She leans into me and her body melts against mine.
Lin stops in front of us getting my attention from Nicki. I look into his eyes; his breathing is steady and even. I release my hold on her when he leans down and takes her into his arms. She lays her head against his chest as he turns and takes a few steps. Dav stands up and pulls up his pants, and comes to stand next to me, we both cross our arms over our chest as we watch Lin gently place her down on the wet cold grass. He positions himself between her legs and takes a deep breath.
This was a big deal for her, and it was for us too. This means that we are forever hers and she is forever ours, now anyone that fucking touches her will fucking die the moment that they do. No more playing these fucking games.
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Linus
Iposition myself between her legs looking down at her perfect fucking body, she has her legs at my sides. I love the feeling of her fucking skin. Whenever she touches me in any kind of way my skin tingles, a reaction I have never had before. She has the same effects on my brothers. We are hers and she is ours. After this there is no going back for any of us.
I watched as Dav and Hest claimed her, making her scream, and her scream is like music to my fucking ears. I have never felt more hopeless than I did in her dorm room, knowing her father was fingering her, touching what belongs to us. I wanted to break every bone in his body, and I will, we all will.
We need to protect her, we need to show her that with us she is actually fucking safe, and right now she is learning. she is understanding that, before, when I’ve pleasured her, it was rough. I am always rough, but this time, this time I will show her that I can be gentle, only for her I can be gentle. She needs us to put her pieces back together, to understand her broken pieces, and we want to know about all of it.
We will be here to listen to her when she is ready to share with us. The more we know about her father, the easier it will be for us to hurt him, and he will fucking hurt. There is no question about that, it’s more of a question of when. Men like him like power, they need it to survive, and if we can take his power away, we will break him in the worst possible way.
By allowing him to think he has won, that we are afraid of what he will do, it will make him let down his guard, and that is when we will come in and fucking destroy him from the inside out.
I am not surprised that we wanted to take her here, this place is ours, and we need to remind her who she belongs to. She tried to push us away, she thought that if she told us how broken she is that it would make us turn away from her and throw her away, but that will never fucking happen. Because we are in love with her, with all of her, even the parts we haven’t seen yet.
It doesn’t matter, we will worship, protect, and avenge her. She will never have to worry about if we want her, because we will remind her every fucking second of every day just how much we need her. We need the peace she gives us.
I knew she was it the moment she looked into my eyes and I felt peace. I know she does the same for my brothers. The peace we never thought we would have, that we thought we never deserved, she has given it to us with a look, her touch silences the voices, her kiss makes our hearts only beat for her. When she screams and moans it reminds us that she is our broken, our love, our fucking storm, and we will love her until the day we fucking die.
I unbutton my pants and unzip them, pulling them down, I lean forward placing my hands on either side of her head, her eyes rapidly search mine. She’s at peace in this moment with me, we have been able to show her what she means to us, and we have been able to open ourselves like a bloody fucking wound to her. Her eyes are soft and gentle while she searches my eyes, the eyes of a monster but she doesn’t turn away.
When she looks into my eyes like this, my heart starts to beat faster. Her stare is filled with longing and desire for me. I fucking love her like this, vulnerable, sweet, and gentle, all the things I am not, I see all those emotions reflecting back at me through her eyes right now.
Nicki lifts up her shaky hands and cups my face, forcing me to close my eyes. Her touch is so gentle and soft, a part of me wants to pull away, the part that believes I don’t deserve her tenderness, but part of me knows that she is ours and we are hers, and I must show her, show her that I love her, I can do that.
I inhale deeply, her touch is like nothing I have ever felt before, she completes each of us in different ways. She does something to each of us that I can’t put into words.
I exhale and open my eyes. She leans up and gently presses her lips to mine, I moan when she opens her mouth for me. Our tongues meet and twirl around each other in a dance of some sort. The kiss turns desperate, both of us needing something only we can give, I grab my hard dick and slide it through the mixture of her and my brother’s cum before I line myself up to enter her tight pussy.
We’re both struggling to take full breaths, I gently start to push myself inside her. I let go of my dick and put my hand back by her head. Our bodies completely merged into one. She pulls me down to her and I lower myself down on my elbows so that she can lay flat on the ground. I start to slowly work my hips making sure that I’m hitting the right spots inside her. She wraps her legs around my waist allowing me to enter her at a different angle and also deeper than I was before. I start to slowly and gently move in and out of her, feeling the need to go faster, but I don’t want to fuck her, not this time. This time I want to make love to her.
She pulls back, breaking the kiss, I can’t stop the growl that leaves my throat from the disconnect. She moves her hands from my face and grabs onto my biceps tightly, her nails dig into my skin. The small bite of pain makes my dick pulse inside her which makes her pussy grip my dick tighter. She feels fucking amazing, she closes her eyes, I bend down, our bodies slick with sweat and the rain that is falling around us, and start to kiss her neck.
I lick, nip every place I can reach. Her smell consumes me, I can feel myself start to lose the small grip I have on the monster that wants to pound into her. She lets go of my arms, reaches down and grabs my ass pulling me into her deeper, making me smile. She meets me thrust for thrust as we pick up the pace.
A moan escapes me when I feel how wet she is, my dick bottoming out with every thrust inside her. I trail my lips up to her neck and stop at her ear. There are so many things that I want to whisper to her, but there are only three words that matter the most right now. She lets out a moan, a moan that has my name in it. Hearing her say my name in the throes of passion makes my heart skip a beat and open up to her even more.
I can hear her say our names forever, it’s like sweet fucking honey.
“We love you,” I whisper into her ear. There’s no denying the need and desire that bleeds out in my words.
She doesn’t respond, I didn’t think she would. She needs to hear the words from all of us. She arches her back pushing her body into me as she hits her peak. I pick up the pace, her pussy pulsing around my dick is all it takes for me to follow her and I press in deep as I leave my claim on her alongside my brothers. She screams out my name and it echoes through the rain and trees. She has no idea the effect she has on us, the hold, and the undying love we will give her.
I slowly work her through her orgasm and when she starts to relax from the high I stop, my dick is still hard and pushed as far as I can possibly get inside her. I don’t want to stop but I need to. I can’t hold the monster back much longer and after what she has gone through with her father, she doesn’t deserve me to fuck her the way that I usually do. She needs me to love her, and I am trying, fuck man I am trying.
I lift up so I can look down at her face, she’s turned to the side, her breathing rapid and unsteady.
“Look at me babes,” I say softly, needing to see her eyes.
She turns her head and locks eyes with mine. She doesn’t hesitate to obey my command and my dick twitches inside her making us both groan with the feeling.
“We will protect you,” I tell her, needing her to really hear me.
“I know,” she whispers while searching my eyes.
I take a deep shaky breath. “You belong to us,” I state with confidence.
She nods and a beautiful smile spreads across her mouth and her face. “I know.”
I can’t help but to smile back at her. I grab onto her throat and pull her up into me from the ground. As soon as she is upright in my lap, we crash into each other’s mouth, teeth bumping, tongues fighting for dominance. We’re desperate, the words that we’ve yet to say, all being said in this brutal kiss right here. I pull back, I brush my thumb across her swollen lips before I look into her baby blues. There is no sign of regret, only desire and love.
I release my hold from her throat and slowly pull out of her. She sits in my lap for a moment before I wrap my arms around her and force us both to our feet. She holds onto my shoulders when I bend down to pull my clothes back up. Once I’m somewhat situated, she leans against me.
Her legs are shaking and unstable. Dav and Hest come toward us and stop behind her. The three of us making sure that some part of her body is touching ours, still needing that connection. I look down at her, she leans forward and rests her forehead against my chest, a gesture I can get used to.
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One moment... One second... Can change us forever.
We don't understand why, and maybe we never will.
But the change is forever even if we don't understand why.
3 YEARS AGO
56
Nicki
Istep around the broken french and down the broken stone pathway. I look down at each broken stone, realizing that they are as broken as I am. My life is like a lifetime horror movie, but worse, this nightmare is never ending. I feel like the real nightmares are just about to start which makes my stomach twist into knots.
I look up and see the warehouse up ahead. I can already hear my parents screaming my name in my head. I left without telling them. I did my chores and then left through the open front door while they were bringing things in from the car. I just needed a fucking minute to myself, a minute where I am not in a high state of anxiety and panic, since the fire my father’s beatings have gotten even more violent, I didn’t think that was even a fucking possibility.
He's pissed off because I didn’t die in the fire, he blames me for his plan not working, which makes no fucking sense to me, but I take the beatings because honestly what else am I supposed to do?
There is nothing I can do, but just take it and pray that one day he kills me, or I get the fucking courage to kill myself, whichever one is fine by me as I long as I get to drift away into the blackness that calls to me when I’m on the edge of unconsciousness and be at peace.
Nowadays, most people seem to fear death, I am not one of those people, not anymore. I used to be, I was afraid the night of the fire, I was so fucking afraid. The flames hurt like fucking hell, but now I regret that they were able to pull me out in time. My father never fucking lets me forget it, what a fucked-up world I live in, in a world where my own parents would rather see me underneath dirt, instead of alive.
I just want to escape, I want to feel nothing, but the dope doesn’t work the way it used to. My therapist calls it a tolerance, which I guess makes sense because I use whenever I can. I’ve been able to hide it well from my parents because I know they would throw it out if they ever found my stash.
But it’s not that they don’t want me to use drugs, nope, they could give a fucking shit. Oh fucking no, it’s because it pisses my father off because the dope helps to numb me from some of the pain he inflicts upon me during his beating frenzies. He tells me that I am going to take it like his good little daughter and feel it all.
The fucking problem is that I feel everything anyways. I feel fucking everything even when I shouldn’t, because I’m loaded as fuck. But I still fucking feel everything, it’s a curse, me feeling my pain, and just like I told that man that night at the warehouse, we shouldn’t run from our pain, for our pain is what makes us stronger. How I fucking wish that was true for me, sometimes it is, but most days I feel fucking weak. I don’t feel strong and my father feeds off of that.
I wonder what happened to my father. I often wonder what happened on the day I was born or whenever it was that changed his mind about me. When his feelings, if he had them, went from love to hate. I don’t think I will ever know the answer to that question. I wish he would tell me a truthful answer, I would love to know what I fucking did. I’ve gone back over my life a million fucking times, and it has always been this. I can’t fucking remember a time when it wasn’t, so whenever it happened, I was too young to remember now.
I take a shaky breath and let it out while I head to the side of the warehouse and stop at the spot where I saw the two brothers. I walk up to the wall and run my hand down the old wood where they had carved words into the side of the warehouse. ‘Don’t run from the pain, the pain is what makes you stronger.’
I run my fingertips over the old carved words, it was carved years ago, probably right after I saw them and ran. Both fucking times. I regret not staying. I regret not allowing them to see my face back then, but even if I did they wouldn’t recognize me now, I hardly recognize myself since the fire.
I think that fire burned more away than just my skin, it also burned away the girl I was before. That girl is no more and what’s left in her place is a girl that can’t stand to look in the mirror anymore, a girl that doesn’t dream, a girl that has fully accepted that she will never be loved, a girl that is completely fucking broken.
57
Davien
Istand against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest watching my brothers force the man to his knees in the dirt next to one of my favorite tombstones. This cemetery feels like home to us, we are comfortable here, and plus we’re able to put the bodies in the ground and no one fucking asks questions. One good thing about this place is that when someone goes missing, they don’t ask questions.
You would think that this place would want to find the people that go missing, but they don’t. they don’t actually fucking care about us, and this is evidence of that. They don’t care about us, or us getting better. We are just a number to them, just a fucking file.
We have been putting bodies in the ground here since our first kill on this campus. People have learned pretty fucking quick that we mean what we say that we are not all talk like the staff that are here on this campus. They are just talk. Everything is just fucking talk.
We are the only real fucking thing here, and we mean it when we say that if others break our rules they will pay with fucking blood, they will pay with their lives. People that break the rules don’t deserve mercy, they don’t regret to plead their cases to us. They know what is okay and what is not okay, if you go against what we say, that is on you and not on us.
After all everything has a fucking price, a fucking consequence.
Everyone that is here the outside world fears. Everyone that’s been sent here has a dark past that brought them here, and me and my brothers make sure that their past doesn’t show its face on this campus. And when it does, we have to send a message to the rest of the people here. The message of we will not stand for people breaking the rules.
Some of the fuckers here think that they can do whatever they want, they think that this place is free rain for them to do whatever the fuck they want, but that is not true. The staff might not stop them, but me and my brothers surely fucking will.
This fucker deserves what’s coming to him. He was selling dope on our fucking campus, and he knows the rules, no selling dope. We are the only ones that get to sell dope at Silent U, but he wanted the money and now he will pay the price for breaking the fucking rules.
I look down at the man and I tighten my grip on my knife. There’s sweet fucking fear in his eyes, fear because he knows what’s coming. He fucking knew it all along but chose to sell the dope anyways.
I should fucking feel something right? I should fucking feel something for killing people. I don’t, I don’t feel a fucking thing. I never have, feelings are something that left me a long ass time ago. The world made sure to destroy the innocent child I was and in his place a monster was formed, and now everyone fears the monster they have created.
I know why I am like this. I know why I enjoy seeing the fear in their eyes as I take their life, because I don’t feel fear. Fear and me are not friends, and when I look in their eyes I see the emotions I may never feel again.
