Ours to Ruin, page 19
His theatrical skills were top tier. He was an ingenious psychopath.
“She doesn’t even want to have our children,” Ezra cackled. His deep dark eyes assuring me havoc was coming.
“I would have just broken a few of your limbs if you had escaped while you were pregnant,” he rasped out, his grip tightening on my breasts.
“Because your limbs have nothing to do with your womb. That pear-shaped organ of yours will always be full of our kids whether you want it or not. That’s all we need to worry about if you get pregnant,” Roy laughed, opening a box.
“P-pear s-shaped?” I asked.
“She doesn’t even know what her uterus looks like. If our girls take after her, I’ll have to slaughter a bunch of imbeciles so they won’t have to do it themselves. And I’m not sending our girls to Mom either, she’ll get them into drugs and alcohol and ruin them.” Roy shook his head, eyeing me.
“You wouldn’t have felt this pain that you are about to feel if you were round with our child,” Roy snorted.
Roy’s behavior today was way more frightening than Ezra’s. I knew he was no less psycho, but today he was scaring me to the bone and giving me chills.
He slowly untied the bandages on my legs and hands, then gave me a quick kiss before stepping back. Suddenly, he looked completely demonic and crazy.
Ezra, out of nowhere, grabbed some honey bottles and gave one to Roy. They slathered it all over the wounds on my legs.
Ezra added extra honey to the bullet wound on one of my legs, licked it, and moaned. Roy did the same to my other leg.
They were both in a trance-like state.
“I am a minute away from pouring this honey all over her wet pussy, licking her cunt dry, and forgetting about her betrayal, but then I remember my broken heart. But it’s been two days since I’ve been inside her and it’s messing with my head. Otherwise, I’m usually a nice and forgiving man.” This time, his laughter had a sinister edge, his voice lacking any hint of amusement.
Ezra snickered, grabbing a bag, and without warning, he dumped its contents all over me.
“Roy, just shut up already,” he yelled, while all I could hear was the annoying buzzing of these ghostly creatures on my body.
“Oh god, no!” I cried out as a bee stung me right where I was shot. I was bawling my eyes out by the time these two evil brothers sat down in front of me and watched the parade of my devastation unfolding.
They were no more than ten honeybees, but they had managed to sting me all over my wounds. One of them had just stung my right cheek. The entire area echoed with my screams.
“P-please,” I begged them, but these two deranged demons just sat sipping drinks, relaxing further into their seats.
“Please kill me,” I sobbed, shutting my eyes and feeling the relentless pricks of the bees all over my body.
Ezra lit his cigar and then a piece of wood, making the wood burst into flames.
The bees began to disperse as the smoke from the burning wood filled the air.
“Roy, are you going first, or should I?” Ezra asked, eyeing Roy as he handed him something that resembled sharp claws.
I was already begging for death when Roy came up to me with those terrifying claws in his fingers.
“Ezra and I took down this eagle while we were hiking. It disturbed our sleep on the mountain top. No one has made it out alive after bugging us. Human or not,” he said, gliding a claw over my chest, making me gasp.
“We tore off his feathers, peeled his skin, and chopped up his bones. We were gonna taste the meat, but when we roasted him, his flesh smelled bad, so we left it to rot and took his claws and beak. We even cut out his tongue, the one he was using against us,” Roy added. By the time he finished, I was crying relentlessly.
He was subtly warning me to be careful with my words.
And I thought I couldn’t be any more scared of them than I already was.
“Now it’s up to you to decide what we should do to you,” Ezra calmly stated as he walked toward me, the second eagle claw in his hand.
Chapter Forty
Veronica
“Please don’t do that to me. I am begging you,” I cried out at the sight of Ezra clutching that eagle claw, sliding it along my naked body, finally placing it just above my clavicle.
“M-Mast—” Just as I was about to plead again, he dug the claw into my skin and I screamed in agony and writhed in pain.
“Picture me cutting this body bilaterally next time you don’t address me the way I want,” he hissed in my ear, the claw resting on my chest this time, as he waited for my reaction.
Didn’t they tell me I lost my rights as their woman?
He couldn’t keep his eyes off my breasts and seemed like he was fighting hard to stay composed.
“Ezra, please don’t hurt me!” I begged the unhinged demon, but he didn’t even seem to care.
“Piscín, how many more chances do you need? Do you not understand that, one day, you will get yourself killed at our hands? By now, you should know we are not really fond of being thoughtful, even for a woman who we have staked our claim on. How many times do I have to fuck your brains out to make you realize, every wrong step you take, I’ll be waiting on the other side to show you what a new level of hell looks like?” I noticed the unsettling transformation in his irises as he spoke.
He grabbed my throat, positioning himself between my legs as I remained bound to the wall, my pussy on full display. He was grinding himself on me, and my body was shamelessly reacting to his advances. It was like the moral compass in my head switched off automatically whenever they touched me.
I was trying to convince myself I wasn’t in my right mind, but who was I kidding? Every night I tried to tell myself it was just my body acting up, but deep down, I knew it was much more than that.
I had recurrent thoughts about poisoning their wine. But I figured these two wouldn’t die. I had watched them prepare cigar rolls using snake venom and smoking them right in front of me.
I had a feeling they were immune to any poison or venom possible.
“You have already been unconscious for a day, so don’t you dare faint or even think about closing your eyes until I’m finished with you. I’ll smash this body and mince your limbs apart. I’ve lost my patience with you,” Roy snarled.
He was now in front of me, checking me out. That’s when Ezra scraped at my chest with the eagle claw and dragged it down to my belly, just above my lower abdomen. I let out a scream that shook the air, begging Ezra to stop.
“Wrecking yourself just ruins your body even more. Just stand still until I feel like you’ve learned your lesson, and then, maybe, I’ll make good use of your body.” Roy stepped away and came back with a pair of pliers. He began ripping my nails off, and with each pull, I sobbed in pain as my nails were mercilessly ripped from the nail beds.
He was doing it so forcefully, I thought my fingers would be pulled off if I moved even a bit.
I was still crying when Ezra knocked the eagle claw away and I saw my blood on it.
“We already gave her a tetanus shot last time, right?” His tongue lashed out, licking my blood from my lower abdomen to my cleavage. He circled his tongue around my nipples, giving me a rough bite. But he quickly licked my nipple to ease the pain, and his eyes locked with mine.
I was buzzing between agonizing pain and nerve-numbing pleasure.
“She’s gonna look stunning when she walks down the aisle for us.” Roy pranced toward me with Christmas lights in his hands and wrapped them around my naked body while I cried in pain and begged them to get me a doctor.
Were they going to give me electric shocks with the Christmas lights now?
The urge to scream at them overwhelmed me, but the sight of my own blood oozing out silenced me. I couldn’t bring myself to make eye contact with them or ask them anything, even on the days when they had been kinder and their usual craziness took a break.
“You are humans too. Show me some mercy, please. I won’t survive this pain,” I cried.
“We don’t have any mercy, you see,” Roy cackled, his voice filled with mischief. “If there’s a fire lit to burn the entire earth, I’ll be the one to provide the matchstick.”
“And I’ll provide the gasoline,” Ezra croaked, and both cracked up after bumping heads.
Psychotic brothers.
Roy clicked a button, and I thought I’d get zapped or, worse, electrocuted, but to my surprise, the Christmas lights wrapped around me started glowing in violet, pink, and yellow. They quickly unlocked my restraints and stripped off their clothes.
I couldn’t stop staring at their ripped abs and sculpted bodies. My eyes wandered downward to peek at their hard, throbbing dicks.
Ezra held me up in his arms and lined himself against my entrance while Roy positioned himself behind me.
My whole body illuminated with Christmas lights, as they entered me, making me shudder and press my body tight against Ezra. They filled me to the hilt, one filling each of my holes, while I arched my body to meet their fast and urgent thrusts. I moaned despite the pain my body was consumed in when Ezra playfully nibbled on my nipples, while Roy gently tugged on my hair from behind and kissed my neck, increasing his pace.
I felt the knots in my belly loosen up in no time as I climaxed.
How could I orgasm even when I was in so much pain?
Ezra was grunting, sweat beading on his brow as he clearly struggled to hold back, but before I could draw in my next breath, he filled me up with his load with one last brutal thrust that had my hips jolting. I was so exhausted that I leaned back, which shoved my chest in his face, and he gladly popped my nipple into his mouth, sucking on it.
Roy was giving it his all when Ezra laughed and shook his head. He was stunning when he smiled.
“Don’t fight it; I couldn’t last in her warm pussy and I’m sure that hole is tighter,” Ezra poked fun at Roy and he let out a growl before finishing inside me. I was so humiliated that I buried my face in Ezra’s chest.
“Every time inside her feels like it’s my first time fucking her,” Roy grumbled, groping my breasts from behind and caressing them, making heat pool between my legs once again. “All she does is look cute stuffed with our dicks.” He pulled out, and I closed my eyes. I could still feel Ezra’s cock inside me. It was jerking and growing in size inside me, if that was even possible.
Roy was spilling something all over the walls when Ezra pressed me against a wall and caressed my cheeks. He had yet to pull out.
Before I could comprehend what was happening, Roy tossed a Zippo at the end of the cottage, and in an instant, flames engulfed the building.
“Roy, that was gasoline? We will die.” I tried to wiggle free, but Roy came back and Ezra finally pulled his cock out of me. I thought we were leaving, but Ezra moved behind me and Roy lifted me by the waist, positioning himself against my fluttering opening again. They had merely switched places.
How could these two be this demented?
“Fuck, I wanted to burn her instead of having these Christmas lights bundled around her. I wanted to fuck her while setting her body on fire, but then she would die too. Which would be my loss,” Roy moaned, sliding the swollen head of his cock inside me just as Ezra rammed in from behind. I breathed a sigh of relief when they were halfway in and stopped moving.
It was such an insanely thrilling rush.
“All three of us will die,” I cried as flames closed in on us, and these two maniacs, blinded by lust, began pounding inside me.
“I discovered another kink of mine today. How about next time we bring the ashes of bodies we have burned, cover her body with them, and then fuck her?” Roy groaned and Ezra nodded, grabbing my neck with one hand and squeezing, nearly choking me.
I screamed at the top of my lungs when the ceiling came crashing down and all I could see was smoke, but they didn’t stop thrusting into me.
They didn’t seem bothered at all.
“Why does she always pass out on us the second time we fuck her?” was the last thing I heard before everything went black.
Chapter Forty-One
Veronica
The next time I opened my eyes, I found myself cocooned in one of Ezra’s jackets, with my legs stretched out in front of me.
I was wrapped in bandages, and the feeling of pain was strangely muted, almost nonexistent. It had become routine for them to first rough me up and then give me world-class medical attention.
My legs were spread apart by Roy, and my dress was hiked up above my waist. It was then that I realized Roy’s mouth was latched onto my clit, his fingers penetrating me deeply. I moaned, thrusting my hips forward into his mouth, and breathed a sigh of relief seeing the partition between us and the driver was pulled up.
Ezra kissed me passionately, his lips lingering on mine, while Roy’s fingers moved inside me in perfect sync with his mouth on my clit, causing me to gasp and shove myself against his mouth. Waves of pleasure washed over me, as I felt my release flow into his eager mouth.
“Damn, brother, this right here is real honey. You missed it,” Roy mocked Ezra as he pulled my thong up my legs and pulled down my dress.
Ezra rolled his eyes at Roy and gave him a glare, which made Roy laugh.
If I was the target of that glare, I swear, I’d be peeing my pants. I didn’t even know how I was managing to breathe so calmly with these two next to me. Roy straightened me up and positioned me on his lap, so now my legs were resting on Ezra. Ezra quickly grabbed my legs and showered them with kisses. He sniffed them, nibbled on my toe, and then licked my foot before finally letting go with a contented sigh.
“She’s so delicious.” His deep voice made me melt. “I can smell her arousal,” he said, slipping his fingers into my dress and touching me over my thong, feeling my wetness. He pressed against my sensitive bud while Roy kissed my lips, before tangling his tongue with mine. The sensation of both their mouths on my body made me jerk involuntarily.
They had a way of always getting what they wanted from my body.
You like it too, Veronica. It’s not like you want them to stop. It felt like a sudden slap of reality when my subconscious gave me a jarring scolding.
The car screeched to a halt, and they abruptly withdrew their mouths from my body.
My thoughts were bouncing all over the place. I had survived the fire, but was it only to be subjected to more torture?
Then I remembered a scene I’d witnessed when I was still at the club. A girl who had tried to escape was gang-raped with cocaine stuffed in her mouth and butt. I witnessed that savagery and couldn’t forget those faces. I was told the same would happen to me if I tried to get away.
I was still lost in that horrible memory when someone clutched at my throat.
“No, please!” I begged, as my mind came back to the present and realized it was Roy who clutched my throat. His menacing eyes bore into mine, as if they would sear me.
“How fucking dare you refuse me to let me buy you a dress?” he yelled. He was about to hit my head against the car door and I tried to back away, but who was I kidding? Before I could even respond or explain, my head was slammed into the car door.
Had I been so preoccupied with memories of my past that I hadn’t hear him say he wanted to take me shopping?
“I-I r-recalled m-men fo-forcing them on-on—” I was already struggling to speak when Ezra yanked me around and forcefully tugged my jaw, making me meet his gaze.
“Who the fuck touched you before us? Roy, fucking notify Sergio to put together all those fuckers who used to fuck girls at the club where Veronica lived. I want it done before we reach home.” He angrily shoved me in the back seat and undid his belt.
I didn’t even do anything at that point.
He squeezed my throat and wrapped his belt around it, making it nearly impossible to breathe.
“Name. I want a name, piscín,” he snapped. His belt was suffocating me until Roy intervened and forced him to release his hold on it.
Ezra pulled me closer, yanking on the collar of my dress until our chests were pressed together.
“Forced on other girls. Not me,” I cried out.
“You sure you haven’t shed this clothing in front of wanker other than me and Roy?” His fierce gaze bore into me as he growled, searching for any hint of dishonesty.
“No, it was only you two. I promise,” I mumbled.
“A woman undressing in front of a man in the Mafia would not be met with any hesitation. Once her thong comes off, she’s screwed. If she wasn’t by our side, we wouldn’t hesitate either.” Roy attempted to talk sense into his brother.
“I remembered those days, and that’s why I cried, I wasn’t trying to resist you,” I finally worked up the courage to tell Roy.
“Okay. I’ll go down on you thrice tonight before fucking you to make it up to you. Just so you know, I was the one who saved you from the fire. Ezra was so mad at you, he didn’t even want you alive.” He shrugged his shoulders, making it sound so trivial. His eyes dropped to my lips, and before I knew it, I leaned in and pressed them against his, kissing him softly.
Ezra gave Roy another eye roll, and with that cute nose scrunch, he looked so adorable.
Maybe it was the medication, but I couldn’t stop admiring them.
Both had their own twisted ways to love me. Yet they were like a torrential downpour, always eager for my destruction.
Roy grunted and pulled my hair, kissing me again. His tongue tangled with mine before he gently sucked on my tongue.
“Fuck, not now,” Ezra groaned when Roy pulled away and I peeked at Ezra’s raging hard-on.
“You didn’t even think about saving me from the fire?” I whimpered, hurt that he didn’t want to save me even immediately after using my body for his pleasure.
“Will you ever try to escape us again?” I quickly shook my head in response to his question.
“Not like she will be successful. She knows she won’t survive a next time.” Roy’s dark eyes warned me.
