Page 31 of Lethal (Wellard Asylum #1)

“Oh, broken dolly, I thought you would never ask.” I bite down on her bottom lip, my teeth pulling it taut until the surface splits, and a bead of red, juicy blood appears.

I immediately suck it clean, savoring her sweet taste and knowing that I’ll always need more.

She will be my nourishment when my soul is battered, and my mind is filled with doubt.

Yes, she will be everything we need, her and Bash.

Together, the three of us form a triangle, with no beginning and no end, all of us equal.

“I drink your warmth, I wear your skin, guess me right, or I crawl in.” I kiss her deeply, my tongue lashing against hers, as her moans fill my senses. I only break the kiss once we’re both breathing heavily.

She looks shakily at me, a small smile quirking her lips. “The answer to your riddle is you… you, Wren, and I want you to crawl so deep inside of me that we’ll never be apart.”

“Lift her brother. It’s time we claim our Doctor together.

” I release her lips, and a smile breaks across my own, when she whimpers in complaint at the lost contact.

Bash wraps his arms around her abdomen from behind, forcing her up off the floor, and holds her suspended, as I climb on the old desk and lie on my back, before he places her on top of me, jacket-covered chest pressed against mine, and her face next to my own.

Her legs straddle me tightly as her warm, wet pussy slides over my cock, coating it.

Pleasure-filled mewling sounds escape her, as she moves back and forth, the crown of my cock bumping her clit with every upward thrust.

Fuck, I’m almost positive I could cum again just like this, but I want to be buried deep inside of her, my brother’s cock next to mine. The two of us sharing her, the way it was always meant to be.

One of my hands rises to her throat, and I grab on tightly, forcing the air to stutter out in a beautiful, melodious sound.

My other hand moves between us, compelling her body to rise enough for me to impale her tight hole.

I slam inside of her, and she releases a scream, her back bowing inside the straitjacket.

A loud crack fills the air, as Bash slaps her asscheek hard.

“Did we say you could scream, little toy?”

“Please!” She begs, and tries to move her hips to ride me, but Bash grabs her asscheeks tightly, stilling her movements.

“What a naughty little slut you are. Look at how you’re taking my brother deep inside your soaked pussy.

Does he feel good inside of you, little toy?

” Bash leans forward and bites her jaw, and another scream exits her.

Her eyes are closed tightly, and her head pushes back, giving him better access, and forcing my fingers to tighten around her throat, until her face flushes burgundy.

“I think she needs a little something more, what do you say, brother, something to make this all more intense?” Bash winks mischievously at me, and I chuckle.

“Oh yes, let’s put her on a ride she’s never going to forget, brother.

” I thrust harder into her tight pussy, using my grasp on her throat to move her up and down on my hard length.

Bash moves away from us, and I hear rustling, but I don’t pay him any mind.

My cock slips in and out of her wet channel, the sounds of our bodies slapping together loud and pleasurable.

Bash moves back against her body, his hand rises toward her neck, and the syringe I stole from the nurse’s station, and had hidden in my pants, is now in his grasp.

My dolly gets a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye, and starts bucking wildly, trying to get away, but I’m not having it, as I dig my fingers into her soft flesh.

“Nooooo, ple... ase!” She croaks, and it’s adorable that she thinks begging will stop us.

“Now, now, my pretty broken dolly, it will make you feel better. You need to take your medicine like a good girl for us.”

Bash grabs a fistful of her hair and yanks her head sideways, exposing the large vein in her neck.

He presses the sharp needle to her skin and punctures it, and I almost cum inside of her from the rush of adrenaline, and the pleasure of watching her fear roll through her.

“That’s a good doctor, you’ll be just fine now.

” Bash kisses the side of her face, before he uses his palm to push her chest down hard against me.

She attempts fruitlessly to fight against the antipsychotic and sedative combination in the syringe.

Her head rises, bows back on her neck, and slumps forward, a shocked look across her face, as her eyes glisten and tears slide out of the corners, and down her face.

I release my hold on her neck, and brush away her tears, as her lips go slack.

She attempts to speak, but all her words are gibberish.

Behind us, I can feel Bash moving, so I stop my thrusts as he pries her asscheeks apart, his fingers sliding inside of her tight hole against my cock, and stretching her open for his dick.

“It’s going to be a tight fit, but I’m sure she’ll be able to take us.

She was made for us, brother. All her holes have our names on them. ”

“We should carve our names into her skin, Bash. That way, she’ll always remember who she belongs to,” I grunt as I feel her wetness dripping down my balls.

“That’s a great suggestion, brother.” Bash moves away for a moment, and then he’s back with the bloody shiv in his hands. “Ugh, pl... ple... ase,” she mumbles incoherently.

“Skin so soft, so pale and tight, let the blade make the letters right. Dig it deep and carve it slow, let the crimson rivers flow,” I sing below her, as Bash begins to carve our names into the flesh of her upper thighs.

She releases a pitiful scream, and I swallow it in my mouth.

She tries to fight the effects of the drugs, but they’re too powerful, and I get to witness the moment they truly roll her.

Her mouth goes slack, her eyes staring sightlessly into mine.

She’s so beautiful like this. A stunning, fragile dolly that we could do anything to, even take her life, and she wouldn’t even realize it.

“There, now she’s truly perfect,” Bash exclaims, dropping the shiv to the floor next to the desk with a clang.

He yanks off his clothes, and rubs his hard cock into her bleeding thigh, lubricating himself.

He moves behind her and positions his cock at her entrance, thrusting forward until he’s pressed against mine in her tight, strangling sheath.

“FUCK! She’s so tight and warm, brother,” he groans with pleasure.

“ Ours, she’s ours now, Bash,“ I moan. We fuck her in tandem, both of us slamming into her with force, until the desk legs groan and screech, as we drag the old piece of furniture across the floor and closer to the dead man. Her body is completely boneless, taking everything we have to give her. Bash’s fingers grip her hair and propel her back to arch, and tears slide down her face as sounds of pleasure, and pain, leave her in unison.

“Such beautiful music our girl makes, brother,” I groan, as electric sparks rise up my spine with my impending orgasm. “I’m close, Bash.”

“Almost there, brother,” Bash groans as he speeds up his momentum, the sounds of slapping skin fierce and clamorous in the small room. All our combined aromas fill the air, depraved, carnal perfume, death mixed with sex and madness. “Fuck, now, Wren! Come with me, brother, fill her up.”

My cock throbs against my brother’s, and her sweet, tempting body tightens around both of us.

My orgasm washes over me, a turbulent ocean wave taking me under with it.

I hear Bash’s cry of pleasure, and the doctor’s deep gasp, as her body reaches its own peak.

She slumps forward, eyes closed, completely gone.

I meet my brother’s gaze over her shoulder, and his face is stony with determination.

Murder and obsession are clearly visible deep inside those gray-blue stormy irises that we share. “We can never let her go, Wren.”

“I know, and that means we have to protect her from the other monsters in this place, Bash. We have to protect her from the worst of them all. Halstead. ”