Page 4 of Venom & Vanity

I detonate.

The climax slams into me with the force of a typhoon. It robs me of air, renders me powerless and steals all coherent thoughts as screams rip out of me. Tremors of pleasure take control, shockwaves claim me, the sounds coming from me are foreign and primal, but the weightless feeling is second to none.

“Fuck, yes,” I hear one of them shout as they slam into me.

“I’m right there, baby,” another grits out.

“Holy fuck. Oh fuck…” I cry out as they continue to move inside me.

“Everyone will know the Huntsmen made you come. The sound of those screams were enough to wake the island,” the dominate one grits out. Suddenly it’s like my orgasm is kick started again, screams of pleasure erupting from deep inside me. I faintly hear them all grunt and groan as they come, but it’s background noise. I’m too lost to the euphoric feeling traveling through me at a rapid pace.

I’m still trembling when they finally stop moving. The only sounds that can be heard are our labored breaths. I can smell sex in the air and it’s a heady scent that has my mind reeling and my pussy quivering. These strangers just made me come more times than any other man ever has, and I already want them to do it again.

“Leave her cuffed.” I loll my head to the side and stare at the prick who is wiping his hand off on a rag. “She can remain there until morning.” I open my mouth to give him a piece of my mind, but all that comes out is a whimper when both of them pull out of me. The overwhelming feelings that were just rolling through me vanish and all that remains is the burning sensation and bite of pain.

I grunt when I’m suddenly lowered by the asshole across the room until my feet are flat on the ground. I glare at the lever on the side of the building, wanting to break the fucking thing.

“Motherfuckers,” I spit.

“Never fucked my mom, but I’ve shared with my dad,” the bastard in front of me says sarcastically. I shoot him a scowl.

The one who was just buried in my ass moves to stand in front of me, his gaze roving over my body and I suddenly feel exposed.

“Such flawless skin,” he mutters, then turns his back and begins to walk away.

“Oh to be the fairest of them all,” the one in front of me says in a dreamy tone, then follows the other guy out, leaving me and his daddy alone in this rundown building. He saunters across the room to claim the spot his son just vacated.

The hatred in his eyes burns deep, I can feel it in my bones he hates my very presence.

Why?

“You being here in the flesh is the greatest gift.” A frown pulls at my brows but I remain silent. “I’m going to take everything from you like you did to us.” I suck in a sharp breath, my eyes widen in shock.

“What?” I breathe out.

His eyes narrow and it suddenly feels like the temperature has dropped ten degrees in here. His hand wraps around my throat and he applies enough pressure to make his warning known.

“Killing you would be easy. Watching you die slowly through poisoning would be more gratifying.” His threat has my breath hitching.

He releases me with a shove. I jerk in my chains and watch him storm out. He slams the door closed, making the walls shake from the force.

Oh mirror mirror on the fucking wall, tell me I’m not a whore for fucking random masked men who clearly hate me to my rotten core.

CHAPTER FOUR

PRINCE

I can tell fucking Snow has messed with Bash’s head, he’s barely said two words since last night. When I went to his room, his bedroom door was locked. Doc is on the war path this morning, fucked up over her for different reasons.

I knew from the moment this bitch arrived on that boat that shit was gonna change. Every person on this fucking island was sent here by someone. A lot of the men on this island deserve to be here but there is a handful that don’t. Some of us are innocent. Some never committed the crime they were accused of but because they are lowborn, and have no title or wealth, they never stood a chance. When the king or queen blames you for something, there is no escaping it.

All these fucking islands are ruled by spineless cunts who care for nothing and no one.

I push all those thoughts aside, there is no point on dwelling on the past, it won’t get us off this fucking island. We’re doomed to spend the rest of our lives on this rotting rock. I walk outside and come to a stop beside Doc. He stands at the start of the worn path that leads from our shitty little cottage to the shack we have the princess chained in.

We may not be related by blood but this motherfucker is my brother.

“He has to break her,” he grits out through clenched teeth.