Ours to Ruin, page 14
This time, Master Roy carried me like a bride and tossed me on the ground really hard, but it didn’t hurt when I landed on my back. Actually, it felt really cozy and soothing. I glanced below and noticed the squishy mattress that had molded to fit my body, making me moan. It felt so good. The mattress was super relaxing.
Master Roy wasted no time and started taking off his shirt and pants while Ezra just stared at me with a strange glint in his eyes. I could sense from the look in his eyes that he had no intention of harming or abusing me, at least not yet.
Master Roy lifted the dress I was wearing, exposing me to my waist, and then pressed a kiss on my navel. I couldn’t help but notice something shiny in his hands. In the next instant, a scream escaped my lips as searing pain radiated from my navel. Master Roy swiftly silenced me, pressing his lips against mine as he tended to my navel.
I thought Master Ezra had left, but I spotted him on one of the sofas near the bar counter, savoring his favorite whiskey. Once Master Roy finished, he set me free and made me look at what he had done.
There was a rose-gold navel ring adorning my navel so beautifully. Master Roy licked off the remaining blood and took off my dress, leaving me in my undies now.
I was beyond shaken. Them punishing me like this made me seriously question their sanity. How come the monsters decided to be so gentle in their punishment this time?
Master Ezra walked up to us, holding a clear box in his hands. My eyes grew wide at seeing what was in it.
“I had them for the past few days but didn’t get a chance to fuck you good. Only the most beautiful butterflies for our little enchantress,” Master Ezra spoke, unboxing it.
He held the box high and let all the butterflies fly out onto me, completely covering my half-naked body.
“What is all this?” I exclaimed, terrified.
Master Roy tore my thong in a rough yank, which had all the butterflies now covering my breasts and pussy.
The tingling sensation was now tickling me.
“You thought I was joking?” Master Ezra howled into my ear, spreading my legs, making me quiver at his roughness, but I didn’t dare to back away from them.
“T-This is so a-absurd,” I mumbled, looking at them.
“Would you rather those punishments we used to give you when you first got here?”
Those days were the worst, so anything was an upgrade.
“If you cry, piscín.” Master Roy chuckled, making tears blur my vision, but one glance at them and I didn’t dare let them spill.
“Shed a tear while we pleasure you, and watch us fuck you like we don’t love you,” he warned, his hot mouth on my right nipple, while Master Ezra twisted and twirled my left nipple between his fingers.
Master Roy’s mouth dropped downward, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses along my abdomen, until he reached my navel with the butterflies still skittering over my body. He took my navel ring between his teeth and pushed it forward, sending waves of pleasure through my body and igniting a fiery sensation between my legs. I couldn’t help but moan as he sensually kissed and gently bit my navel piercing.
Master Ezra’s gaze fixated on the delicate butterflies all over my breasts. He grasped my jaw and passionately kissed my lips. I tugged on his hair, drawing him closer, eliciting a loud moan from him. He gently began spreading the butterflies on my body, their soft wings tickling my skin, making my back arch, as he continued kissing me with mad obsession.
How could I want them both after the hell they had put me through?
“Damn, these butterflies have made me stand at the heaven’s gate. Time to be inside my paradise,” he groaned, hastily unfastening his pants and removing his shirt.
He callously started discarding each butterfly like trash while I protested against his wild behavior. But one glare from Master Roy was all it took to silence me.
“Let’s go with geckos next time, baby. What do you think?” Master Ezra asked me, turning me and pushing me onto all fours.
Geckos? Ugh, not them, please.
“Why don’t we give silverfish a shot first, and then we can try geckos?” Master Roy suggested.
Fish would be fine. But how would they survive on my body without water?
I nodded and then got smacked on my ass, which made me hiss out loud in pain.
“I bet she has no clue that silverfish are insects,” Master Ezra laughed, grinding against my slick wetness. I moved my ass against his erection and moaned out loud, feeling it poke my ass.
Wait, how can a fish be an insect?
He slid inside me from behind as his fingers smeared my wetness over my engorged clit. Master Roy used my agape mouth as an opportunity to line his dick against my lips, making me bend my back to accommodate them both.
“Ma-Master—” Right as I was about to moan their names, they suddenly stopped, with Master Ezra yanking my hair and Master Roy giving my nipples a harsh pinch.
“How do you refer to us, piscín?” Master Ezra gritted. I just nodded, and with that, Ezra plunged into me again.
“S-Sl-slow, pl-please,” I moaned, my pleas falling on deaf ears as Master Roy shoved his cock inside my mouth, but before I could start sucking, he quickly pulled out.
Master Ezra got up and flipped me, making me straddle him. Master Roy positioned himself behind me, and in an instant, they both drove into me once again, but this time at a feral pace.
“If you don’t say our names this time, you’re screwed,” Master Roy yelled, pounding my ass like a beast. Master Ezra was too caught up in thrusting inside my pussy and suckling my nipple.
I was too wrapped up in my own pleasure to notice them both ogle me with their dim, depraved eyes.
Master Ezra parted my wet folds, teasing my clit with his fingers, while Roy played with my belly button piercing until I saw stars.
“E-Ezra, R-Roy,” I stuttered, my voice trembling, “pl-please d-don’t st-stop,” I breathed out, letting go of the knot growing in the pit of my abdomen and climaxing.
Both were so contented that as soon as they filled me up with their come, they scooped me in their arms and took turns kissing me.
This wasn’t unloving sex.
Once they placed me back on the soft mattress, Master Roy covered me with his shirt and kissed my cheeks, as my eyes had started to droop.
“Tomorrow’s gonna be a long one, piscín,” Master Ezra said. I just nodded with fresh tears in my eyes.
What if they would have treated me like this from the start? I wouldn’t have to regret what I did today. But what other option did I have? This was so much better than dying a little every day at their hands. At least I wouldn’t be tainted any further.
If I had known the hell that was still awaiting me.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Veronica
I realized it was ten fifteen a.m. when I woke up, and the brothers were not by my side. I searched in the closet and the balcony, but neither of them were around. They might have left for work. Leaving their room, I made my way down the stairs, only to be abruptly dragged into the ominous, dimly lit corridors of the mansion, a hand muffling any screams. The overpowering scent that emanated from them was a dead giveaway to the identity of my tormentors.
“She isn’t even trying to back away now,” the younger Donovan said, his grip tightening around my left hand.
“She knows what I’m capable of when I’m feeling playful,” the elder psycho said, his grasp narrowing on my right hand.
They dragged me along to see the floor they were remodeling for the three of us.
When I walked into the room, I was blown away by the decor.
Everything about the room was magnificent.
Their power was palpable, evident in every detail of their lives—from their affluent lifestyle and extravagant cars to their impressive home and vast assets. I was the only miserable one here.
There was a man who looked like an attorney already sitting in the room when we walked in, and his smile gave away that he wanted to be anywhere but here.
He had no idea, but my feelings were mutual.
Master Roy pulled me closer to him and made me look right into his eyes.
“Mess this up, and find out,” he said, nudging me toward Master Ezra, who wasted no time in wrapping his hands around my waist and pressing his nose against mine.
“You belong to me and my brother,” I nodded frantically in response to Master Ezra’s declaration.
“You know you are our shared woman, right?” he asked. Though his touch was gentle, the intensity in his gaze made it evident that he desired nothing but my submission.
“Y-yes,” I managed to say before he grabbed my throat, nearly lifting me off the ground.
“Yes, what piscín? I am seconds away from whipping the submission I want out of you,” he snarled.
The attorney didn’t even bat an eye at us.
“Y-yes, Ezra,” I stammered with a shaky voice, and only then did he gently place me back down on the floor.
“Disrespect me one more time piscín—” Before he could finish, I cut him off with a kiss.
This trick always worked. Somehow, my touch calmed their explosive madness.
“Baby, let me give your brain one last kiss because who knows what’ll happen after this,” Master Roy chuckled, bending down to kiss my knees.
“Because I know your brain is as good as your leg. My beautiful, brainless piscín,” It took me a while to grasp his words, but once I did, fury consumed me.
Did he just call me dumb without saying it directly?
Master Ezra was in stitches, his fists slamming the nearby door in laughter.
Psychotic maniacs.
The attorney didn’t even blink and was busy reading some papers, and that’s when Master Ezra made me stand in front of him while they both stood next to me.
First, Master Ezra grabbed the pen and signed the documents the attorney gave him.
As Master Ezra signed the papers, a genuine smile that reached his eyes spread across his face. Roy followed his lead and signed the papers too, which made me wonder what they were up to.
“Veronica Donovan,” the attorney asserted, and that’s when Master Ezra shoved the papers and pen into my hands, demanding me to sign them.
Did he just call me a Donovan?
The newfound identity made a ball of fear form in my throat.
“W-why do I h-have to sign h-here?”
“Read and sign,” Master Ezra said and sat on the couch nearby while Master Roy went to the bar and grabbed a wine glass without taking his eyes off me. The contents of the legal document had me gasping for air from start to finish.
Marriage License
Roy Donovan and Ezra Donovan have reached an agreement to marry Veronica, who will henceforth assume both her husbands’ last name and will be known as Veronica Donovan.
I was completely out of the loop. I had no idea what was up with these lunatics all of a sudden.
How could they make all these decisions for me?
Once these papers got filed with the registrar, we would get our marriage license, and I would become their wife.
These two would become my lawfully wedded husbands.
No way, I didn’t want this. Any of this.
As my hands trembled, Master Ezra’s stormy eyes locked onto mine, a silent warning that the devil was resurfacing followed.
I had to do something.
“We don’t need these, please. I already belong to you both. Why do we want a legal marriage?”
Master Roy remained seated while Master Ezra leisurely sipped his wine and strolled toward me. The intense, vengeful look he gave the attorney made him leave us alone and run for his life.
With only the three of us remaining, Master Ezra grabbed hold of me and forced open the window of our room, propelling me off the third-floor ledge. My pleas for forgiveness echoed through the room as he held onto my left leg, his eyes revealing his lack of mercy and intentions to not let me live.
With a swift movement, he untied his tie and looped it around my left leg. He then fastened the other end to a small nail on the wall, leaving me suspended upside down. My life precariously depended on that single nail.
“I don’t know how many seconds this nail will hold up,” Master Ezra snickered, his words filling me with dread as his hand left my left leg.
If that tie tore, my face would hit the ground, and the soulless creatures wouldn’t even blink while watching me toil for my last breaths.
“Enough talking, just sign here,” he grumbled, handing me the papers and pen. I signed right away.
He looked at my signature and called back the attorney. While they were busy talking, I was still hanging upside down with the tiny iron nail holding me up.
The tie was just a hair’s breadth away from being torn from the nail when Master Roy harshly pulled me up and yanked me to him.
“Brother, she’s gonna be Veronica Donovan in just one week.” He grinned, smothering my face with kisses.
“Ah, I see you rescued her,” Master Ezra mocked Master Roy.
“Can’t let our bride die before our marriage night, right?” Master Roy cracked up.
I moved away from him and stared at him with pure hatred. Just when I was about to walk off, he grabbed my hand and twisted it behind my back, making me burst into tears.
He whipped out his dagger and jabbed it right through my hand, and as if that wasn’t enough, he grabbed my hand and slammed it on the table with the dagger ingrained in it almost touching the damn table.
“I saved her life, but instead of showing me how grateful she was by stripping out of her dress, spreading her legs for me, and telling me to devour her pussy, she fucking tries to leave. Not even a thank you? I was just trying to be nice to our bride.” He wiped away my tears, his eyes fixated on the sight of my blood staining the floor.
“Look at how lucky she is. I didn’t make her clean up her blood. But the sight of her hair mopping the floor and her licking her blood would be so enthralling.” His grin widened and he ruthlessly pulled out the dagger from my palm while I cried out in pain, desperately begging them to help me.
“Call that whore Nina and tell her to get a pregnancy test for piscín. She’s been sleeping a ton lately, so let’s check if it’s our baby wearing her out.” That’s all Master Ezra said before kissing me roughly and storming out, leaving me with the nightmare I thought was somewhat nicer than him but was a hundred times worse.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Ezra
“Her eyes have subsided, but the spiteful behavior hasn’t,” I sneered, turning and twirling the magnificent crystal adorning my desk.
“She has accepted us, brother,” Roy said, chugging his whiskey and texting away.
“That’s where you are wrong.” I snarled as a knock interrupted us.
Two blondes in black camisoles walked in with sheer robes draped over them that barely covered their silicone breasts. I was sick in the gut watching them, but if I didn’t get past this, I’d forever be in Veronica’s control.
I got up and told one of the blondes to kneel and start sucking me off. The whore eagerly stripped me down to my boxers.
Roy lit up two cigarettes with a nearby Zippo and handed one to me.
We each stared at the other, realizing the storm brewing inside our heads.
The girls were all over us, ready to blow us. Their hands running over our abs, ready to let our dicks loose, but before they could pull down our boxers, we backed away.
I growled, kicking the nearby chair and storming back to my seat.
“Get the fuck outta here,” my voice boomed.
“Collect your payment from Santiago on your way out,” Roy sighed, walking to his chair.
Roy pulled up his pants as I made my way to the bar and poured myself a scotch.
“We couldn’t,” Roy admitted.
“We tried,” I let out.
“She has such a hold on us that we couldn’t even let anyone suck us off. Their touch was plain nasty. Thanks to Veronica, I have become ideal husband material,” Roy said with bared teeth.
Husband. The term itself was foreign to me. But I couldn’t wait to be her husband.
“Every night after we are done fucking her and she thinks we fell asleep, she just stares into nothingness,” I said.
“Three tears roll down from her left eye, and five tears from the right eye,” Roy responded.
So he had been observing her too.
“My hands wrapped around her pussy,” I added.
“Mine around her belly.”
“She always has her right hand around her breasts.” I grinned.
“While she uses her left hand to cover her mouth, so we won’t hear her cries,” he scoffed.
“It’s been a whole month since we started treating her like our woman,” Roy grumbled. His eyes were hooked to the screen, watching her sit quietly in the dining room.
“Yet she cries when she thinks we’re asleep, and it makes me want to rip her to shreds,” I howled.
“Brother, just let’s preserve her pussy. We both know we can’t live without that pussy,” he confessed.
I snorted at his remark.
“Today, we couldn’t let two whores give us blowjobs. When she undid my pants and I saw someone down there who wasn’t my piscín, I felt squeamish. I probably sound like a teenage boy in love for the first time,” I grumbled.
“I wanted her dead yesterday,” Roy admitted.
“We didn’t fuck her up for one whole month, and she still doesn’t want to marry us?” he hissed after I didn’t respond.
“But you saved her,” I pointed out.
“You were pissed, and I know you can’t go a day without having her in your arms.” Fucking clown.
“You really think I’m clueless about you getting rid of all the maids in the kitchen so Veronica can be the only one cooking for us? You thought I didn’t see you about to break her nose when she refused to eat from your hands?” I retorted back.
If you’re going to be a wise ass, don’t forget I’m the older one.
