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Prince and I follow. “We'll wait here,” one of the Charms calls after us. I barely register it. Snow's already thrashing, screaming threats, throwing punches that land against nothing but muscle and old scar tissue.

“Fuck, I love him like this,” Prince breathes out beside me, low, reverent.

“Still my son,” I grit out, but there's no real heat behind it anymore. Hasn't been in a long time.

He just shrugs, unrepentant. “Don't care. All I can think about is how good he's about to fuck me.”

I growl low in warning. He ignores it, same as always. Bash doesn't slow, cutting a straight line down to the watering hole, the only clean water for miles and doesn't break stride at the edge. He jumps.

Snow's scream tears through the air and drowns the second they hit the surface.

Prince and I strip in silence, and I watch my son's mask hold firm when they resurface. Some of the vise around my chest eases at the sight of it. Small mercies. As long as the mask stays on. As long as there's still a wall between what we do to her and who we actually are underneath it, I can keep telling myself this is still just a job. Still just punishment.

“You son of⁠—”

Bash cuts her off, one hand closing around her throat. I wade in after them with Prince at my side, clothes discarded on the bank behind us. Snow doesn't look away from my son once. Some animal part of her has already worked out he's the most dangerous thing in the water with her.

“You're mine, Snow Frost.” The lethal edge in his voice raises the hair on my arms, and I don't need to see behind his mask to know something's shifted. Whatever we walked into this with, it isn't what he's leaving with.

Her eyes go wide, mouth parted in shock, and underneath the shock there's want—raw and helpless—and it makes my cock throb harder than I'm proud of.

Prince plasters himself along Bash's back, chin hooking over his shoulder, gaze locking onto her. “We're out in the open, apple. Anyone could walk by and watch exactly what we've got planned for you.” Her breath catches. Color floods her cheeks. “Hell, with how loud you screamed, I'd bet the Charms could hear you clean from here.”

He groans against Bash's neck for effect, hands sliding down his chest and vanishing beneath the water. Snow tracks the movement, and when Bash's breath breaks on a strangled sound, her whole body goes tight, want rolling off her thick enough to taste.

I move in behind her. Grip the front of her ruined shirt and tear it down the center. Her gasp goes straight to my spine. I peel the fabric away, cup her tits, and feel her arch into my hands the second I pinch her nipples between my fingers.

“His cock is so fucking hard,” Prince narrated for her benefit.

“I want to touch him.” She's breathless, pleading, and it should feel like victory. It should feel like winning.

It doesn't feel like anything close to that anymore, and that's the part that scares me.

“You get what we give you. Nothing more,” I say against her ear. She whimpers but doesn't fight it, melting back into my chest and watching Prince stroke my son beneath the surface. I keep one hand locked on her tit and let the other drift lower.

She's shaking before I even touch her, strung so tight from earlier that I know two strokes will be enough to shatter her completely.

Forgive me, Father, wherever you are on this cursed rock. I had one purpose, to destroy this girl, to make her pay for every single thing she took from us.

Somewhere between the chains, the cabin and this water, that purpose quietly died. And the three of us, without ever saying it out loud, have all arrived at the same devastating conclusion instead.

We'd rather ruin her for anyone else than ever let her go.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

SNOW

Heat licks up my spine like an inferno.

Grumpy's hand tightens around my throat at the same time Daddy pushes his hand inside my pants. I'm trembling, feeling light headed and so out of control. I can't think straight, all I can think about is the need coursing through my body. Their hands feel like white-hot branding irons against my skin. I've been on edge since they denied me my release and I won't be able to take it if they do that again.

Daddy cups my pussy, making me cry out.

“That's it, let them all fucking hear how good we make you feel, apple,” Sir snarls. Grumpy releases a long drawn-out groan and I curse the water silently. I can't see beneath it and being denied the sight of him stroking Grumpy's cock is a fucking injustice no one should have to suffer through.

Daddy pushes my pants down my legs. I eagerly help him and kick them off. I don't care if they sink to the bottom and I never find them again, so long as they keep touching me. Some distant part of me registers that this is the moment I stop pretending I'm still deciding anything. I let it go without a fight.

I reach out and grip Grumpy's free hand, then place it on my other tit. He growls his approval just as Daddy slides a finger through my slick folds. I lurch onto my tiptoes and cry out. Holy shit, one small touch and it feels like a shockwave has traveled through my body.