Page 77 of All Your Bloody Lies

“My name is Xeraphine, does that sound familiar? Answer the question, Dante,” I say, walking slowly around his brother, my nails dragging across his shoulders. The absolute rapture taking hold of my body, knowing what I am about to do, makes my core throb and my Amoro thrive with elation.

“No.” He swallows roughly.

“You reek of filthy lies,” I hiss, “I can smell your energy. The name, Dante, where have you heard it?”

“We buried you.” The tremble in his voice and rounded eyes, it’s as though he’s seeing a ghost. “You shouldn’t be here…”

The scream from Dominic as he moves about in the chair makes Dante pull his gaze away from me.

I’m waiting for it, seeing it in his eyes. Ready for the plea.Give me everything, you piece of shit.

“Let my brother go,” anger laces his words, “and release your hold over us. Allow me a fighting chance.”

The slow smile that grows on my lips is accompanied by a laugh that bubbles out. I tilt my head and stare at him. I want him to continue, but Dante isn’t the talker. Dominic is.

“Dominic, open your mouth and speak.”

“You crazed cunt! We were just—”

“Shut your mouth, Dominic!” Dante spits.

I click my tongue against my teeth, “You do not make commands here, my sweet. Please, continue, Dominic.”

“Telling her will do nothing!” he seethes.

“Put two fingers in your ass, Dante, and close your fucking mouth,” I command and then turn to Dominic.

Straddling his thighs, I settle into his lap and run my nail across his throat, “Tell me, what was it that you were going to say?”

I hadn’t commanded him to keep his hands off me, so when he reaches up and wraps his fingers around my throat, I grin. “Release me, Dominic.” It’s such a pleasure to watch him nearly cry as his hands do as I say.

“Tell me.” Gently, I press my nail against the vein in his neck.

“We were just following orders,” he says through a shaky breath. “It was Lars, I don’t know his last name. I swear it, his was the only name we knew. That could not even be his name for all we know.” He rambles through his sentences, barely keeping himself together. I can hear Dante in the back groaning and begging for relief. It’s likely his clawed fingers didn’t feel too good in his tight ass.

“Was Lars one of the five of you? Was he there?”

Dominic nods and closes his eyes, “Let us go.”

I lean back and stand, “I’d ask if you truly believe you deserve to be let go, and you’d say yes. After what you did to me… what all of you did. Why, Dominic, why did you do it?”

“I…” He looks over my shoulder, seeking Dante’s help. “We don’t know.”

It pisses me off that he’s telling the truth. My entire body trembles, “Thank you for being honest with me. Now it’s my turn to return the favor.”

Moving my hand up, I peek over my shoulder, “Come here Dante.” He steps to my side, and as he does, I twirl my fingers around, searching through his body. It wasn’t difficult to find my blood in him. He and his brother were foolish to bite and allow as much of me inside them as they did. Even more reckless for Dante to have lathered his cock with it.

That bloody appendage I left hanging out of his pants begins to grow, and the look of fear in his rounding eyes turns me on.

“I don’t know how many times you both raped me, but honestly, the number doesn’t matter anymore.”

I step aside, moving around Dominic and leaning over his shoulder, “Have you ever made your brother come down your throat, my sweet?” I grip his throat, “Open your mouth, Dominic, and suck your brother until he comes.”

My eyes dart to Dante, “Put your cock in your brothers mouth and fuck it raw.” The rage that accompanies the command makes Dominic jump.

“You sick fucking bitch!” Dante screams as he steps toward us. I wrap my arms around his brother, keeping him steady as they both do as they are told.

Watching Dominic open wide as his brother slides his cock deep into his mouth, the gag accompanying his hilt meeting his lips, makes every part of me tremble with ecstasy.