“Yeah, maybe you’re right. How about a raincheck on dinner and we get Tay back in here so he can eat your greedy little cunt while I fuck your ass to teach you a lesson?”

I swallow and lick my lips as I try to act unaffected by his offer. “Your dad is going to be upset.” My voice is breathy to my own ears, my argument weak at best. When Knox yanks his shirt off and pops the button on his jeans, I clench my thighs together to try to alleviate the ache he has caused.

“Please, my mom thinks I don’t know that after each of Roberto’s visits, when he pretends to leave, that he parks his car around the side of the house and sneaks back in through the kitchen door so he can take the back stairwell to my mom’s room, where they bump uglies.” I gape up at him.

“Oh my God!” I squeak out. “Your mom and dad are fucking?” Knox recoils in disgust and shakes his head.

“Don’t say that shit out loud again. He’s fucking lucky I haven’t shot him yet.” I roll my lips over my teeth to keep from smiling. Clara gave Roberto a chance to explain everything when we got back and she forgave him. Knox is still warming up to the idea and agreed not to kill him for his mother’s benefit but two weeks ago at dinner, Roberto made the mistake of sitting next to Knox and calling him Son. That ended with Roberto having a fork impaled into the top of his hand. I think they are bonding in their own way, kind of, well I’m hoping they will. Deciding not to push him, I open my legs. His eyes drink in the sight. I’m wearing a denim skirt sans panties with a knitted off the shoulder sweater. “Fuck, we’re not going to dinner.” I bite my bottom lip and lift my skirt, teasing him. He groans at the sight of my bare pussy. I feel my arousal coating the inside of my thighs.

“Fuck, I need you inside me,” I moan.

His eyes narrow slightly. “Fuck, you’re perfect, Lay.”

Warmth explodes inside me at his words. “I choose you, Knox.”

“I choose you always, baby.”

Doxy

Eight years later…

Time is a meaningless commodity in my life, nothing changes here except for the amount of cocks that force themselves inside me each day. Unlike before, where I was chained to the table and raped repeatedly, I’m a good whore now. I can walk freely around the house so long as I keep my head down and obey everything the master tells me. For fourteen years I have busted my ass to gain the trust that I have. I never complain when the master and his men fuck me, I take it. I know what each of them like—some like it when I fight, others like it when I scream but Nolan is the worst. He only fucks me when I have to relieve myself. He loves using my mess as lube so he can fuck my asshole. Master only allows him to do that once a month since I kept getting infections from it.

At the sound of the front door opening, I quickly shuffle to the edge of the table. I quickly spit on my hand and rub my pussy before I bend over. If the master has been away for a long trip he needs to be relieved as soon as he walks through the door. I fight the shudder of disgust that rolls through me at the sight of others walking in behind him, they all stare at me. Master says nothing as the men claim their seats and begin to speak in hushed tones. I feel him behind me and wait. I hear his belt and then his zipper before I feel the tip of his cock pressing at my entrance. He groans, thinking I’m wet for him. I’ve learned ways to make this bearable like spitting rather than it feeling like sandpaper.

I whimper when he slams inside me. “See this, this my fucking whore,” Master calls out as he thrusts inside me. “Look at the sight of her, waiting and willing to take any cock like a good fucking bitch. I trained the cunt well,” he grunts out as he continues to pump inside twice more before coming. He never lasts long and I am always grateful for it. Once he pulls out I stand and ready myself to leave, but he grips the back of my head and slams my face down on the table. I cry out and regret making a sound instantly when I hear his dark chuckle. “You know the rules, Doxy, you made a sound so now they all get to take turns instead of just me.” Slamming my eyes closed I will my tears not to fall, if he sees me cry it will be worse.

I force my mind to go blank as I hear them all leap out of their chairs. I barely register them raping me until one of them shoves his cock inside my ass without any lube. I bite down so hard that I bite my lip through, tasting my own blood. Tears gather in the corners of my eyes but I swallow my cries and think of something, anything to distract me from this fucking pain.

Soon, you will get your chance for revenge! Hold on, you can take all these fuckers out and then you can finally go after those fuckers in Canada! They will all pay for their part in this fucking nightmare I have lived in for fourteen fucking years.

“Karl?” someone shouts. The guy behind me stills as a man I have never seen enters the room. He takes one look at me and pales. “What the fuck is this?” he roars. The guy with his cock in my ass laughs.

“This is called—” He doesn’t get a chance to finish before the man pulls a gun, fires a single shot and his cock rips out of me as his body drops to the floor. I hear someone come up behind me and fight the urge to gag, his buddy just got shot but that doesn’t put him off? These cunts are all fucking sick! Every single fucking one of them!

“You lay a single fucking finger on her and you’ll join your friend.” The menace in his tone is clear.

“What the fuck do you want, Trevante?” Master snaps. The man keeps his gaze on me as he speaks. It’s unnerving to have him looking at me, he doesn’t see me as a hole to fuck like the others, he sees me as a… person.

“The Americans have aligned themselves with the Canadians and now the Greeks. They even have the fucking Russians and you can’t even get Ian back on your side?” My eyes widen at the way he speaks to the master. I have never heard anyone speak to him like that before.

“Watch your fucking tone, boy.”

“The Re Della Strada is going to come for you now that Ian isn’t backing you and is putting his hat in the ring with the Greeks. You’re on your own!” the man shouts.

“That little cunt Knox won’t do shit to me,” Master snarls smugly. Hearing his name has a deep-seated hatred rearing inside me. I’ll have my vengeance against him one day soon, I fucking swear it. They will all pay for the fucking injustice I have suffered for over a decade, for the losses I have had to go through.

“How the fuck can you be so sure?” the man snaps angrily.

I feel master lay a hand on my bare back and remain still, fighting not to flinch away from his touch. “Because, eight years ago, Gio managed to drive a wedge between him and his best friend. Alexander Grayson is gone and no one has seen him.” This is news to me, I had no idea they weren’t together anymore, what happened? “And I have a golden ticket that ensures I break him worse than the loss of his best friend.”

“And what exactly is that, Dad?” My mouth parts on a silent gasp, the master is his father. Any hope I had of this man helping me flees and I’m back to feeling despair and praying for the fucking devil to come snatch me and take me to hell.

“I have her,” he says, patting my back. “She has been my hidden gem for years, knowing that when the time came for that little prick to try and come for me, I could finally shove it in his face and show him I won the war years ago.” The smug tone of the master’s voice has the man studying me intently for a moment.

“Who is she?” he asks quietly but never takes his gaze off me.

“She only responds to Doxy.”

The man’s face contorts in disgust. “You call her an abbreviation of the word slut?” I slam my eyes closed and fight off the wave of shame.

“Before I named her Doxy, she was known as Waverly Bronson, meet Knox’s twin sister that he thought drowned fourteen years ago, Son.”

The motherfucking end!

For now….

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