Broken - LS Silverii Page 0,21

dip over weakened knees.

I got you motherfucker.

Abigail had never been so conflicted. Ecstasy at one end, torment at the other.

“Hold her still, Sue, I’m about to blow a piston in this whore’s mouth,” Vengeance howled. She wanted to think what an asshole he was, but yet, here she was actually enjoying some of the family’s initiation.

She began to push her ass back against Sue’s giant slab. She pictured the size of an organ that would challenge her able pussy like he’d done. She ached as Vengeance craned her neck with his hands latched around her skull. Her tongue pressed flat against the bottom of her mouth to make passage for his load of salty fluid. She’d never swallowed so much semen from just one guy. Both eyes watered and slammed shut to avoid eye contact with him—Vengeance was the damn devil.

Vengeance collapsed onto the tile floor. “Damn that bitch is good. Thank you baby,” he growled as he slapped both hands against her head and shoved his tongue onto hers.

It was her first face-to-face with Vengeance. She wanted to scream as bile ripped around her gut—the scar across his hideous face. This was the motherfucker on the Vegas highway. She couldn’t take the reality of what had happened or the misguided desire for revenge. What the fuck was she thinking—that she’d march in and gun them all down like some stupid movie.

Her back bowed into a C-shape as Sue, without concern for her retaliation plan continued to push his cock into her. Her stomach wrenched from the sickness of seeing Vengeance’s scar and the pussy pressure into her abdomen that forced orgasm after orgasm despite her revulsion of her reality.

Abigail knew it was too late. What the hell, she didn’t care anymore.

“Rage, where you at?” asked Fury.

Rage? Not another one?

Abigail had forgotten about the other brother, and Fury’s videotaping her. It was just her on Sue and she loved it. She’d blocked out the freezing cold air over her body, the leather strap cuts Justice had whipped across her back, Vengeance’s anal attack and Mercy’s long dick down her throat. Sue’s giant dong made her orgasm like a whore on prom night. She could care less about the others watching—this was an unexpected pleasure in an otherwise fucked up night.

“Rage, you coming,” barked Mercy.

“I’m here,” Rage assured.

Low, his voice was ragged and hard. She tried to lift her head, but she’d creamed so many times over Sue’s dick that she didn’t have the strength. Rage stood in front of her, his zipper concealing his manhood. She unconsciously began to nibble her lips toward his dick.

“Good baby girl,” she recognized Justice’s voice. He’d never been far from her.

She felt cold plastic and metal set to rest onto her back, but she focused on Sue’s swollen penis. He was about to erupt inside of her, and Rage or not, she wanted to experience this.

“Oh momma, mom, fuck yeah mo…” his speech trailed off into non-articulable grunts and groans.

Abigail panted as her chin bucked against the sawhorse. Bliss of physical pleasure overwhelmed her and she never noticed the split skin that bled under her jawline. His fingers dug deep into her narrow hips. She felt the tops of his quadriceps press into the back of her hamstrings. His body convulsed as he continued to snarl curses. Finally, the full weight of his strong frame collapsed onto her boney, ridged spine.

Both bodies were spent, though she continued to shudder beneath Sue’s touch. His nose buried into her soggy shock of dyed black hair. “Thank you, baby.”

“You still want in?” Justice asked from his chair just outside the ring of light.

“You kidding? Think I’d go through this shit and want out,” her words slipped out. Her tummy knotted because she answered out of a twisted truth more than a desire to avenge Jack’s murder.

“Good girl—just one left. It’s Rage’s turn.”

Knees against the floor caused her back to twist in an awkward bend. The medieval-style stocks might’ve been more comfortable, but immobility was their goal. She wasn’t going anywhere. Her mind raced with wonder at what Rage might do to her. Could his cock be even bigger than the one she just creamed all over?

Her eyes lifted to watch him—the others had moved into the darkness. Anxiety swept over her. Why had the others left? Still clothed, she smelled a combination of gasoline and diesel on his jeans. Her eyes blinked back fear as they focused on the tattered black leather boots that scuffled across the