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THREE

APOLOGIES

SO COLD—brEAKING BENJAMIN

CALISTA

A cold chill hits my body, and I shiver against Dom and Kill. I can tell they feel it, but they’re as silent and still as ever as my mother and their fathers peer down at us. Sitting beside them, my body burns with forbidden desire, seeing the young men they’ve become since we’ve been apart. I can’t help it. I can’t help the fact that my nipples are so hard they could cut fucking glass either. Or the fact that my arousal is soaking the inside of my thighs and dripping onto the leather couch.

That’s my body betraying me, but I like it, only because it’s them .

I have to remind myself to focus on the situation at hand to keep my composure in front of our parents. But the pull towards Dominic, Asher, and Killian is overwhelming, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.

Whatever was in that shot has me feeling like I’m on cloud nine. I feel different, but kind of in a good way.

“Stand up, Calista,” my mother orders, her voice calculated and stern.

I stand up on command with my back to the guys, my naked body on display for all six who are staring at it. The older men—their fathers—give me looks like they want to devour me... but it wouldn’t be the first time.

“You’re going to be spending the night with Adam, David, and Jackson, plus their sons.”

My eyes widen, my anxiety bubbling up inside of me even more. I hear the voices again, the ones telling me that it’s going to be okay. But how do they know?

Addy is silent, of course, and I don’t see her anywhere as I look around. She’s hiding, afraid of what’s going to happen tonight— fucking coward.

The guys stand up at the commands of their fathers, and as my mother drags me only in heels down the dark hall toward the playroom, everyone else follows behind.

Mother leans in and whispers, “Be a good girl, Calista. I’ll be watching the cameras, and if you put up a fight or give these men a hard time, I’ll have your father beat you in front of them until you obey. Do I make myself clear?” She looks at me as we enter the room, her eyes piercing into my soul.

“Yes, ma’am,” I whisper, nodding my head in absolute fear.

The room is dimly lit, and I can see the outlines bouncing off the walls of the men and the boys as they enter behind us. In a drug-induced haze, I can’t help but feel a sense of dread as I realize what my mother is doing; she’s handing me over to them, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

As I step further into the room, I feel another wave of fear wash over me. The men are looking at me with hunger in their eyes, and I know that I’m at their mercy. My mind races with thoughts of how to escape, but I know that it’s hopeless. My mother will be watching, and I can’t bear the thought of what she’ll do if I give even the slightest issue.

Taking a deep breath, I steady myself for what’s to come—I try to, anyway. I have to survive this night and find a way to get out of this situation. My only hope is that the men will show me some mercy, sympathy, fuck, even pity—that they won’t take advantage of me the way my mother wants them to.

As I glance back, I see Dom, Ash, and Kill staring at me with a mix of concern and sadness in their eyes. I know that they’ll do everything they can to protect me—I hope—but I also know that they’re at the mercy of their fathers as well.

This is going to be a long fucking night, and I can only hope I make it through in one piece.

“She’s all yours. Ring if you need anything,” my mother says with a bright smile, before leaving the room and locking the door behind her.

I breathe a sigh of relief now that she’s gone, but I don’t know why. My nightmare is only just beginning.

Knowing I’m trapped with the men surrounding me brings a new sense of horror into my mind. It’s never been this many; it’s always been one.

Adam and David take a seat on the couch against the wall that faces the bed, a drink in their hands and dark, sadistic need in their eyes.

“Cali, girl, get on your knees in front of the boys. Be a good girl for your best friends,” Dom’s father, Jackson, says as he sits down next to David, Kill’s father, both winking at me.

I lower myself to my knees on the plush carpet without hesitation, casting my eyes downward until I’m spoken to again. I can’t bear to face them, especially like this.

“Boys, undress. Don’t leave poor Cali feeling exposed and vulnerable all alone,” Ash’s father, Adam, says, a deep, dark chuckle coming from his throat.

The guys spin and face their fathers, shock and anger swirling in their eyes.

“ What ?” Ash growls, clearly just now realizing what’s about to take place—in the dark as much as me.

“Yeah, what the fuck is happening here?” Dominic chimes in, close-fisting his hands as they hang down by his sides.

David glares at the three of them, then winks at me, engraving the four of us further. “Tonight, the three of you are going to share Calista, and we don’t want to hear anything else about it.”

How could these fathers do this to their own sons? But then again, how could my parents do this to me as well? It makes no fucking sense.

Guns come out to play when the boys don’t move, and the only thing I can hear is a gasp that escapes my throat, panic settling into my nerves.

“Just do what they say, please !” I beg, not wanting to see my best friends get killed because of me.

As they turn back around, sadness fills their lost eyes, almost completely hiding the flicker of desire each guy has hidden in their gaze. I smile, trying to let them know that it’s okay.

As bad as this sounds, I’d rather fuck them than their fathers.

They finally start to undress, and I glance back at the closed door, feeling a sudden surge of panic. The fear of what’s to come is overwhelming. But as I turn back around, Dom, Ash, and Kill approach me, their expressions reflecting determination and reassurance. Deep down, I know that they’ll do what they can to make this situation as bearable as possible. In some twisted way, they are the only safety net I have in this horrific nightmare.

I push away the overwhelming surge of emotions and focus on their eyes. There’s something in there that’s still familiar and reassuring—a silent promise—and for now, that’s all the hope I have to hold onto.

The sound of their fathers chuckling and edging them on makes my skin crawl, but I plaster on a fake smile, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing how afraid I really am. My heart races, trying to grasp any semblance of control in this situation. But it feels so far out of reach. All I can do is hope that this torment ends soon.

* * *

After listening to grunts and groans and the sound of skin on skin from their fathers jerking off, I’m able to get off my knees after sucking the boy’s dicks until my lips were numb.

Dom’s tattoos on his cock threw me off, but I stared at them as I traced over every line with my tongue until he came in my mouth.

Ash’s pierced head fascinated me, and I swirled my tongue around it, enjoying the way the metal clanked against my teeth while I sucked him.

Kill’s Jacob’s Ladder surprised me; metal rings lined his shaft, and I reveled in the sensation as they grazed my throat when I sucked him down it.

These weren’t the same thirteen and fourteen-year-old boys I once knew; fuck that. They were men now, men with tattoos all over their bodies and pierced monsters for cocks. I was more in love than I should’ve been, especially knowing what was about to happen next.

“Here’s how things are going to go,” Jackson begins, standing to refill his whiskey. “Dom, you’re going to lay down and have Cali ride you. Killian, you’re going to take her from behind, and Ash, you can fuck her mouth again.” He sits back down, leaving the four of us in utter shock from the casualness of his tone and demeanor.

But out of fear, we all follow his orders, afraid of what they’ll do to us if we don’t. All four of our families are dangerous and powerful, and they’re definitely not the type to rebel against.

Dominic climbs on the bed and pulls me onto his lap, his hands protectively holding my lips. I stare at him, my sweaty palms on his chest, noticing the shame filling his eyes.

“Go ahead, princess. Ride my son’s cock.” I hear Jackson say, but I refuse to look at him.

I stare deeper into Dom’s eyes as I lift my hips and slide down on his cock, slightly arching my back as I take him deep inside me, fully seated. He groans, pulling his bottom lip between his perfect white teeth, and I can’t help but flaunt a small smile as I bounce on him. Dragging my nails down his chest, he rocks me back and forth at the same time, hitting my clit with perfect, delicious friction.

“ You’re fucking beautiful ,” he whispers in my ear as I lower my head to meet his.

I don’t have much time to enjoy the feeling of just him as I ride him, sliding up and down slowly on his massive cock. Because the next thing I know, Killian gets behind me, kneeling on the bed with his hips at an angle, rubbing his wet tip up and down my ass, making my body jolt. His hand wraps around the front of my throat, and he tugs me against his chest, easing his cock into my ass in a slow, deep thrust.

“Ahh,” I cry, trying to do it as quietly as I can, even though it feels like I’m being ripped apart.

“I’m sorry, Cali. I’m so sorry,” he whispers in my ear as he licks the shell of it, drawing his hips back and thrusting forward until he’s all the way inside my ass.

With two of my holes filled to the brink, Ash pushes on my back and inches my chest against Dom’s, turning my head so I’m eye level with his cock as he stands beside the bed. His eyes do the talking, the pleading, the apologizing. I open my mouth willingly and suck him inside, trying to focus on him and not Dom and Kill as they fuck me in unison, stretching me more than I’ve ever been before.

“Now fuck,” Adam orders, his words slurred from glass after glass of whiskey.

The boys listen, amplifying up their thrusts and strokes, fucking me hard, fast, and deep. The bed creaks and moans in response to their relentless movements, and I’m not sure whether I want to cry out in pleasure or pain; it’s all too much, overwhelming me from every angle.

“Choke her; I want to see her pretty little eyes pop out of her head,” Kill’s father commands, a deep grunt escaping his lips.

I don’t want this. But I know I have no choice. I have to take it. I have to endure whatever they want to do to me.

I close my eyes and try to block out the sensations, the sounds, and the knowledge of what horror and degradation I’m experiencing—not from the boys, but from their perverted fathers.

After what feels like an eternity, they finally finish. I collapse onto the bed, my body feeling like it’s been put through a meat grinder. I can’t even bring myself to look at any of them, feeling the evidence of their despicable actions seeping out of every pore in my body.

I know the boys are sorry, but they don’t dare say it. I don’t hate them for what they did—I hate their fathers. I wonder if they know that their fathers have been some of the winners over the years… I doubt it.

As the six of them leave, not saying another word, I just lay here, unable to move, my mind in a fog as I try to process the violation I just accepted. And I know, deep down, that this is far from over. My future holds nothing but darkness and torment at the hands of my parents, who hold the power over me—unless I can put an end to it all.