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Lucas

Over the next week, we fall into a routine. On the days I have early practice, Xander heads out with me, and Haven and Colton have breakfast by themselves. The rest of the mornings, we’re all together. Haven has accepted her place next to Colton, and she barely puts up a fuss at having to eat from a bowl—or out of his hand.

I don’t let Colton and Xander touch Haven. Immediately after agreeing to Haven’s new terms, I set that rule. One week, no expectations, just schoolwork and settling in.

Haven was disappointed at first, but I think she’s appreciated the break. I’ve watched her relax a little more each day that she’s known she can just be. It makes me want to write in a day or two a week where the free use dynamic is off so she has that on the regular.

Once Haven’s break is over, we have one last meeting at my request to make sure we’re all on the same page. Haven sets a few boundaries—most of them having to do with not hitting her in the face or things like that—and then we’re ready.

Xander and I get home from practice around four. Once it gets colder out, I’m always reminded how nice it is that Pemberton has indoor facilities for the football team, probably because of the amount of snow we get around here. I know Xander would sit outside in the cold to keep his promise to me, but I’m relieved he doesn’t have to.

Haven is curled up on one of the couches in the loft with Star, which means she must be done with her classes and homework for the day. Colton is in his usual armchair with his laptop. The frown on his face tells me he’s working on Glass Rooks shit.

Hopefully, he’s looking through some emails I sent him when I managed to hack into Mark’s inbox a few weeks ago. We have a lot of circumstantial evidence that Mark is fucking the Rooks over, but not hard proof. Hopefully the emails will help with that.

I showered in the school’s facilities, so I sit on the couch next to Haven, and Xander sits so close our knees bump. My arm is around him a split second later, and I catch his usual smoke and leather scent when he rests his head on my shoulder.

We all know what today is, and based off the nervous energy radiating from Haven, it’s the only thing on her mind.

“Break’s over,” Xander says.

Colton shuts his laptop. “It is.”

“How are you feeling, little fawn?”

“I’m ready.”

She doesn’t sound like she is. Her voice wavers, and fear flits across her face, quickly followed by tentative curiosity.

“You sure?” Colton asks.

I raise an eyebrow. Out of the three of us, he’s the last one I thought would ask that.

“I’m sure.”

There’s a beat of silence before Colton nods. “Then go get changed. What you’re going to wear is on my bed.”

Haven picks up Star and cradles the cat to her chest, and I notice her hands are trembling. I almost stop her, but what she said pops into my mind.

I know what’s best for me. I know what I can handle. I decide what happens to my body.

So I let her go, grasping for something to distract me from my growing concern for her.

“Were you looking through the emails?” I ask Colton once she’s gone.

“A few. I was going over some of the jobs Mark has been declining, too. It doesn’t make sense. These are perfectly viable plans with good teams. Why would he reject them?”

The Glass Rooks always have jobs to be completed, and they’re usually handed off to whoever Charlotte thinks will execute them best. That doesn’t mean Rooks can’t do their own shit, though.

Any profit on non-organization jobs, you keep. You have to pay all the expenses, too, which is where the Rooks general fund comes in. If you can convince the board to take on a job, they’ll cover expenses. But, of course, they take a certain percentage of your profits.

It’s one of the things that pisses Colton off. When it’s a Rooks-funded job, all funds go through the board. Mark isn’t always transparent on how much the expenses are on any given job, which means he can fudge the numbers to take more than he’s actually owed.

“Maybe he’s icing some members out?” Xander suggests.

“That could be it,” Colton muses. “I’ll have to ask Char about it, see if she knows what’s going on.”

“That woman knows everything,” I say under my breath.

“It is her job,” Colton replies. “Literally.”

“What job?”

All three of us turn to face Haven, deliberately ignoring her question. She’s wearing one of the black bodysuits Xander and I picked out for her. This one is almost entirely lace, and it goes all the way up to her neck, but there’s a diamond-shaped window showing off her tattoo and a hint of her breasts.

“Shit,” Xander mutters.

“What?” she asks.

Tilting his head, Xander lets his eyes rove over Haven’s body. “You look good, that’s all.”

Haven is trying to stand tall and act confident, but the blush that creeps across her cheeks tells a different story. Growing up in that cult really did a number on her. She still doesn’t know how to handle being desired—being seen as sexy or hot. In a way, it’s kind of cute. She’s nowhere near a virgin, but she’s still maintained a type of innocence.

One I couldn’t wait to ruin. Now, I’m not sure. When it comes to Haven, I’m at constant war with myself.

Haven shifts from foot to foot, and it takes me a second to realize that Colton is enjoying watching her squirm. She has no idea what’s coming, and he loves seeing the fear in her eyes.

“What do you want me to do?” Haven asks.

Colton is silent for a moment, like the fucker doesn’t have every second of what’s about to happen planned out. “No. Get on your knees.”

Haven doesn’t protest or try to talk back. She lowers herself to the floor, anxiously twisting her hands together in her lap. Tension lines her shoulders, yet she’s watching Colton expectantly, waiting for his next command.

“Good girl.”

I don’t miss the way she rubs her thighs together. Praise seems to have just as strong of an effect as degradation does on her, and I’m sure Colton can think of dozens of ways to use that to our advantage. I know I can.

Haven is going to be so twisted up when we’re done with her. I just need to make sure it’s not in a way that damages her.

“Crawl to me,” Colton commands.

A muscle in Haven’s jaw twitches, but she leans forward, places her palms on the floor, and moves toward Colton slowly. He’s still lounging in his chair, legs spread, elbows placed on the armrests, his posture completely relaxed.

He looks like a fucking king, and Haven is his reluctant yet obedient servant.

From the couch, Xander and I have front row seats to Haven slowly making her way across the floor. Her round ass is begging to be squeezed, and the tight bodysuit hugs her curves perfectly. She’s a fucking masterpiece.

Colton already looked smug, but as Haven crawls toward him, his smirk grows. Once she’s right in front of him, he brushes his fingers down her cheek before cupping her chin.

“So willing to offer yourself up to us. I half expected you to lock yourself up in my room in a panic.” He grins. “Training you to be our little toy is going to be easier than I thought.”

As Colton stands, he keeps his grip on Haven’s chin, pulling her in close and rubbing her face across his crotch. She lets him, only pulling back when he releases her.

Colton towers over her, and even I can’t deny that the image before me is perfect. He’s done everything possible to ruin her life. Bribed professors to be harder on her than their other students, torn apart her textbooks right in front of her eyes, and ripped her favorite sweater off her and burned it while she begged him to stop.

Yet here she is, surrendering her body to him with little to no fight. Trusting him even though he’s done nothing to earn it.

“Do I really need to tell you what to do?” Colton asks, eyes smoldering, voice low.

He’s in dress pants and a white button up. Not his usual attire, but he messaged the group chat this morning that his dad scheduled a last-minute meeting with him earlier today. Based on the fact that Colton is cooking up a non-Rooks job, I’m assuming it didn’t go well.

Haven stares up at him for a second, maybe taking him in, maybe glaring at him. But when Colton raises an impatient brow, she undoes his belt with shaking hands.

I can’t look away as Haven pulls down Colton’s briefs to free his half-hard cock. Xander is unmoving beside me, and when I glance at him, he’s leaning forward, lips parted, so focused that he’s barely even blinking.

Haven strokes Colton’s dick until he’s fully hard, which doesn’t even take ten seconds. He keeps his shirt out of the way, watching her as she licks the underside of his cock from base to tip before taking half of it into her mouth.

So far, so good. Haven is still tense, but as she continues, I watch her fall into the role she’s played so many times. However weird it may sound, this is her comfort zone.

Tipping his head back, Colton lets his eyes slide shut. He pets Haven’s hair as she moves up and down on his dick, taking a little more of him each time. When she deepthroats him, Colton grabs her head with both hands and holds her there.

Haven lets out a muffled sound of panic, slapping his thigh. Colton pulls out an inch or two just to thrust back into her, making her gag.

“You can take it,” he murmurs, still not letting her pull back. His eyes roam over her face lazily, and he smirks at what he sees. “Awww, is my dick too big for your throat? Can you not breathe around it?”

Haven claws at his upper thighs in response, leaving red streaks in her wake. With a hiss of pain, Colton pulls out. I expect him to immediately start fucking her throat again, but he gives her a few seconds to catch her breath.

And for her to use her safeword, I realize.

Holding Haven right where he wants her, he slides back into her mouth slowly. He pulls back, and after a pause, he thrusts into her with double the force he was already using.

“Xan, get the cuffs,” Colton says. “Someone needs to learn what happens when she fights back.”

Standing, Xander pulls a pair of leather cuffs from a drawer in one of the side tables. The three of us discussed what would happen today, and obviously Colton made sure we’d be prepared.

As Xander moves toward Haven, I follow. Despite my worries, seeing her like this has my dick hardening. Now I just have to figure out how to walk the thin line of enjoying myself and making sure Colton doesn’t hurt her.

Xander grabs Haven’s arms and yanks them behind her back. She immediately starts struggling, and I help hold her in place while Xander secures the cuffs to her wrists. The entire time, Colton fucks her throat brutally. She tries to twist away, but he’s too strong, the grip he has on her hair too firm.

Once Xander is done, Colton finally pulls out and lets Haven sit back. She gags so hard that I think she’s gonna puke, but she manages to pull it together at the last second.

Leaning down, Colton grabs Haven’s chin and forces her to look up at him. “Scratch me again, and the consequences will be a lot worse than restraints. You take what we give you, and you fucking deal with it.” He spits on her face.

Haven gasps in shock, her eyes widening.

“You understand?” Colton growls.

“Y-yes,” she whispers.

“But you can still call your safeword without consequences,” I add.

Colton rolls his eyes. “She knows that, dumbass. It’s part of our agreement.”

“Doesn’t hurt to say it again,” I say, tone hard.

He wants to make some type of retort, I can tell, but he doesn’t. He knows I’m right. This doesn’t work unless Haven really knows she can say her safeword without consequences.

Somewhere deep inside Colton, past the hate and the anger and the sadism, is a boy who cares. He’d lay down his life for the ones he loves, and while he may not love Haven, she still means the world to him.

Even if he refuses to admit it.

Turning his attention back to Haven, Colton strokes a thumb down Haven’s cheek. “You heard him. Now, open up.”

Haven whimpers in protest but does as she’s told. She even sticks her tongue out, grimacing when Colton spits into her mouth.

“Good girl. Now use it on my cock.” He slides into her. “Go on, suck.”

Lips closing around Colton’s dick, Haven starts sucking gently, focusing on the tip. Her tongue darts out and swirls around the head, and Colton lets out a quiet groan.

“See?” He strokes her hair. “See how nice it is when you behave?”

She makes a sound of protest as he slides deeper into her, his hands holding her head in place again. Colton stays gentle, not giving her control but not forcing himself down her throat, either. When she gags, he lets her pull back.

“Wind—”

Before Haven even finishes getting the word out, Colton’s hands are off her. He drops to a crouch in front of her. The only thing that’s in his expression is the same genuine concern I used to see all the time from him, before Mark upped his efforts to corrupt his son.

“What’s wrong?” Colton and I ask at the same time.

The three of us are staring at her intently, and it reminds me of how we used to crowd around her when she was having a panic attack. She needed to feel protected. Guarded.

She doesn’t seem to be panicking right now, though. In fact, her hands have stopped shaking. She’s panting, but it’s more from getting her face fucked than anything else, I think.

“Haven,” I say. “What’s wrong? Do you need to stop?”

“No, I…” Haven blinks a few times before shaking her head.

“You what, little fawn? Use your words.”

“I wanted to see if you’d actually stop,” she says, her eyes flitting upward to meet Colton’s. “If I could trust you. And…” Now her gaze moves to me. “And so Lucas could see, too. Is that okay?”

“Yes.” Guilt flits across Colton’s face as he cups her cheek. “God, angel, it’s more than okay.”

“And I’m… not in trouble?”

Xander kisses the top of her head. “Not at all, doll.”

As Colton tenderly kisses Haven, the reservations I have about this arrangement ease up a bit. Seeing how quickly Colton stopped was a relief. It’s such a contrast, like a switch was flipped inside him when he saw Haven trying to open my knife. Then again, the same thing happened to me yesterday, too. I think it did for all of us.

“You ready to keep going?” Xander asks.

Haven nods. “I am.”

“Good.” Colton stands, stroking his dick to get it all the way hard again.

Haven doesn’t need to be told what to do. She licks the underside of his cock before going back to sucking it. As she does, Colton strokes her hair, letting her work up to taking all of his dick on her own.

“Luc, Xan, why don’t you show her how good girls are treated? Show her how good we can make her feel when she’s an obedient little whore for us.”

Xander scoots in closer to Haven until he’s pressed up against her right side. I move in so I’m directly behind her, my lips ghosting over her neck. I’m pressed up against Haven enough that her cuffed hands brush against my dick. She tries to move them out of the way, but there’s not enough space for it.

I wrap an arm around Haven’s waist. I love how small she feels compared to me. She fits perfectly against my body, and it’d be so easy to do whatever I wanted to her. Throw her around, force her legs open, bury my face in her dripping wet cunt… God, the possibilities are endless.

“That’s it, take it all the way,” Colton tells Haven. “No, come on, I know you can do it. Unless you want me to take over?”

Haven chokes down Colton’s dick as I dip my hand lower, my fingers brushing over her pussy. The fabric of her bodysuit is soaked.

I click my tongue. “Wet just from sucking cock. You really are a pathetic slut, aren’t you? You can pretend you don’t want this, but your body will always betray you, little fawn.”

Somehow, Haven testing us has given my mind the green light it needed to let go. She was comfortable enough to do it, and Colton held to the deal. To the extent that she can, she trusts us.

So when Xander gropes Haven’s breasts over the lacy material of her bodysuit, and she cringes, I don’t feel the urge to shove him away from her. No, I turn feral with need.

The hungry, sadistic part of me takes over, and I rip open the snaps of the bodysuit. Immediately, my fingers are slipping through Haven’s desire. She sobs around Colton’s dick and tries to wiggle free, but we keep her in place.

“God, her tits are perfect,” Xander groans.

He slips his hand through the diamond-shaped hole that he enthusiastically called a “boob window” while we were shopping. Haven tenses at his touch and then jolts when his fingers brush over one of her nipples.

Sobbing, Haven tries to shy away from us, but she’s caged in. Me at her back, Xander at her side, and Colton towering over her with his cock halfway down her throat.

“Careful, angel,” Colton warns. “You know how quickly we can go from pleasuring you to punishing you.”

She manages to turn her head to the side enough that Colton’s dick slides out of her mouth. “Please,” she gasps. “Please stop. I—I can’t.”

“You know what to say if you mean it, doll.” Xander pinches one of her nipples hard enough that she cries out. “You’re ours to do whatever we want with until you do.”

“Now open your mouth,” I say. “Good toys know their place.”

“That’s right.” Xander squeezes one of Haven’s breasts. “Just a fleshlight, aren’t you?”

With a sniffle, Haven nods.

“What else?” Colton asks.

She glares up at him. The little mantra Colton made up for her is hot as hell, but of course she resents it. For now, at least. One day, she’ll find freedom in those words.

“Go on,” Colton says.

“A pair of tits and three holes to fuck,” she mumbles. “An object. A toy for your pleasure.”

“Such a good girl,” Xander praises. “Now, it’s time you fulfill your duties, don’t you think?”

Even as tears fall onto her cheeks, Haven parts her lips. It’s such a pretty sight, seeing her on her knees, in the lingerie we bought for her, her mouth open and her tongue sticking out. It’s everything I ever imagined it would be.

Colton rubs his cock against her tongue, and she grudgingly starts sucking on it again. What I’d give to be in his position, fuck. But I know we’ll all get our turn eventually.

“Go ahead, Luc,” Colton says, his eyes sparkling with sadistic delight.

Twisting my fingers into the hair at the base of Haven’s neck, I shove her forward on Colton’s dick, forcing her to take him down her throat. She gags, but I know she can handle it. I’ve watched her deepthroat at least half a dozen security guys this semester alone.

Xander’s hand drops to Haven’s pussy, and she jolts when he rubs her clit. Visions of me eating her out while Xander fucks her from behind fill my mind. Or both of us inside her at the same time, or spitroasting her on our bed and then both of us coming on her face.

My gaze clashes with Xander’s, and I know he’s thinking the same thing. We could destroy her. We want to destroy her.

When Haven tries to push against us, Colton grabs onto her head to keep her in place. We both hold her there, her nose pressed to his stomach, until her eyes flutter shut. I let her off his dick then, but only long enough that she can catch her breath. Then I’m shoving her back, forcing her to be fleshlight she knows she is.

“Hard nipples, dripping pussy, and she’s practically grinding against my hand.” Xander bites at Haven’s shoulder. “Almost like you’re actually enjoying sucking your bully’s dick, you sick freak.”

I yank on Haven’s hair, forcing her head back until her face is pointed at the ceiling. With me hovering over her, her eyes lock on mine immediately. Saliva runs down her chin, her cheeks are covered in tear tracks, and her chest is heaving.

“Is this what you’ve wanted all along, you stupid slut?” I taunt. “For your three bullies to use your body however they see fit? To force you to come like the pathetic whore we all know you really are?”

I think it’s the first time I’ve admitted it out loud—that we’re her bullies. I’ve thought it dozens of times, but the verbal admission hits me straight in the chest. It aches, but if having Haven under our possession is the result, then I can’t say I’m fully regretful.

Her bottom lip trembles, but she nods. I spit on her face, watching her wince, and it lights up something inside me. This is just the beginning of slowly molding her into our plaything.

Grabbing onto Haven’s jaw, Colton holds her in place while he fucks her face relentlessly. He watches with detached interest as she sputters and gags, never once slowing down for her benefit. The whole time, Xander keeps rubbing her pussy, and I move to play with her tits.

“Fuck,” Colton grunts.

He pulls out and strokes his cock roughly in front of Haven’s face. Moments later, his cum is shooting onto her cheeks, and she jerks back. I don’t let her go far. This is part of her job, too. She’ll take our cum however we want—her face, her tits, her ass, inside her—fucking anywhere.

“Suck,” Colton commands, releasing a strained breath when Haven gently sucks the last bit of cum out of him. “Christ, angel.”

Standing, Xander takes Colton’s place. “It’s my turn.”

His dick is already out, and I realize he must’ve been jerking himself off while fingering Haven with his other hand. Makes sense. He’s never had that much patience, especially when it comes to sex.

Haven is gasping and sniffling, and her body is riddled with tension, but she hasn’t called her safeword. She’s trying so hard. Not to avoid punishment from us—we promised we wouldn’t do that—but because she wants this.

Even when I was pissed off during our renegotiations, I could hear the desperation in Haven’s voice. She doesn’t want to stay like this, afraid of sex and frozen in a different time. She wants to move on. To heal. This is one hell of a method for it, but she’s right. She decides how she’ll work through this.

But that doesn’t mean I won’t make sure we stop if it becomes too much for her, even if she doesn’t use her safeword.

Xander leans down like he’s going to kiss Haven, and just as she starts to lift her face toward him, he course corrects with a smirk. Grabbing my jaw, Xander yanks me toward him and slams his lips to mine. The kiss turns instantly possessive, and I feel my insides melting as he roughly shoves his tongue into my mouth.

“You wanna be a good boy for me?” he asks quietly when he pulls away.

“Always.”

He smiles, just for me. “Then keep playing with her pussy. Edge her. Work her up until you turn her into a brainless slut who only thinks with her cunt.”

At that, Haven gasps. “No—”

But Xander has already shoved his cock into her mouth. His movements are rough. Heartless, even. He fucks Haven’s mouth like she’s nothing but a toy. Right now, that really is all she is.

When Xander pushes into her throat, Haven gags, but she’s not struggling. With my body forcing her close to Xander from behind her, it’s not like she has anywhere to go, anyway.

It takes a while to work Haven up to the point of near-orgasm. She’s fighting it, I think, or maybe it’s the lingering trauma and panic in her brain. Xander had similar issues when we were younger. The church his mom dragged him to poisoned his mind and filled him with so much guilt. I almost lost him to it.

But we pulled him out—me and his dad. It’s why I’ll always be obsessively protective over him. No one will ever hurt Xander like that again.

As Haven arches her back against me, a small part of me hopes that this is doing the same thing for her. From a distance, I’ve watched her shed belief after belief from her upbringing. Maybe this is the last one she needs to wrestle with.

Xander pulls out to give Haven a break. I’m half expecting her to call her safeword, but she doesn’t. Just gasps and sputters. Once she’s caught her breath, she has nothing to focus on but my finger stroking over her clit. She whines and tries to shift away from me, but I don’t let her.

“Listen to her. Whimpering like a pathetic fucking dog.” Xander spits on her face, and the saliva mixes with Colton’s cum. He grins when Haven grimaces. “You should be embarrassed.”

Colton is still standing over us next to Xander, and his lips part at whatever expression Haven is making. “Shit, she’s gonna come. Luc, stop.”

Immediately, I yank my hand away from Haven’s body.

“No,” she cries, and the moment she realizes she said that out loud, she hangs her head in shame and sobs.

Xander laughs. “Seriously? That’s what was going to make you come?”

Haven jumps when I lightly pinch her clit. I want to keep her right on the edge.

“Stop,” she gasps. “Please stop. I can’t—”

Xander shoves his fingers in Haven’s mouth to shut her up. “Say the magic word, then, bitch.”

Sniffling, Haven turns her face away, but Xander grabs her chin and guides her back. He slides his dick back into her mouth and lets her suck it for a minute before he starts thrusting again.

When Haven tenses against me, I pull my finger away from her clit again. I’m playing with her tits with my free hand, but it’s not enough to make her come, so she whimpers in protest.

“God, your throat is so tight, doll. Gonna make me come.”

Lightly, I circle Haven’s clit again. As I do, I keep an eye on Xander’s face. I know what he wants without him having to tell me. He wants Haven to come with him, and he doesn’t want her to be able to breathe while it happens.

So when Xander groans and his eyes roll back, I keep stroking Haven’s clit. And as Xander comes down her throat, I pinch one of her nipples hard enough to make her choke out a scream.

“Oh, that’s it. Fucking slut, coming with a dick shoved down your throat.”

Haven gags hard when Xander pulls out. She buckles over, coughing and wheezing while Xander stares down at her with hooded eyes.

“It’s your turn, Luc,” he says with a slow smile. “She doesn’t need a break.”

I’m not entirely sure that’s true, but when Xander gives me an order, I obey it without question. I haul Haven onto her back. Her arms are still cuffed, and now they’re trapped underneath her. I’m sure it’s uncomfortable, but that’s kind of the point.

Haven is still gasping for air when I shove her thighs apart and kneel between them. “N-no, Lucas, what are you—stop!”

“Hold her legs open,” I grunt out.

Immediately, Haven starts kicking and screaming. Colton and Xander hold her down, keeping her nice and spread open for me.

“Lucas, please,” she sobs.

“You think your tears will stop me?” I lean over her, my cock sliding against her slick pussy. “They make me hard, little traitor. You look so pretty when you cry.”

“P-please,” she whispers, eyes scrunched shut.

“P-please,” I say mockingly. “Keep begging me to stop. I’ll only pound into you harder.”

“No,” she cries. “No, no, no.”

“You’re the one who agreed to this. You’re the one who said you needed us to rape you.”

The words come out darkly— hatefully, and her lips part in shock. Even I’m a little surprised I said that out loud. It’s dark—pitch fucking black—but it is the truth.

I thrust my hips forward, my cock sliding over her clit. Sure, I’ve led Haven to believe that I’m going to fuck her, but I have no plans to stick my dick in her. Not today, anyway. She needs to be worked up to that, and apparently, I do have limits I won’t cross.

Who knew?

“Fuck, I can hear how wet she is,” Colton mutters.

“Yet she’s still pretending she doesn’t want this.” Xander pinches one of her nipples, grinning when she arches her back involuntarily. “Stupid, stupid girl. You can’t hide the truth from us.”

Haven turns her head to the side in shame, her eyes still closed. But as I continue thrusting against her and she realizes I’m not planning on doing anything but this, she slowly starts to relax.

“Lucas,” she whispers as she blinks her eyes open. “Lucas, what…?”

“You think I have to fuck one of your tight little holes to get off? We said we could do whatever we wanted to you, didn’t we?”

She nods, whimpering.

“That means no part of your body is off-limits. You’re ours to use however we see fit. Isn’t that right, boys?”

“Sure is,” Colton says with a smirk, and Xander nods in agreement.

Haven gives one last halfhearted kick that they hold back with ease. She’s panting and glaring up at us now, those pretty brown eyes of hers narrowed into thin slits. God, she really does look cute when she’s mad.

“I hate you,” she spits out. “I hate—”

Xander shoves his fingers into her mouth, cutting her off. She lets out a surprised noise, her eyes flaring, and when he pushes them in farther, she gags.

“That’s it, doll. Give us those tears.” He pulls out for a second and then does it again. “Yeah, there we go. So fuckin’ pretty.”

“Did you bring the gag?” Colton asks. “If she’s gonna talk back, then she’s not gonna talk at all.”

“Yeah, got it.”

“Blink three times fast if you need to tap out,” I tell her.

Xander gets up and moves out of my line of sight for a second. When he comes back, a ball gag is dangling from his hand.

When Haven sees it, she shakes her head. “No. No, you don’t need to do that. I’ll be quiet. I’ll—”

Xander spits in her mouth right before he shoves the ball gag into her mouth. She’s kicking again, but we keep her still while Xander fastens the buckle at the back of her head.

“Stupid slut,” I taunt. “How many times will it take for you to realize you can’t overpower us?”

With one last muffled sob, Haven stops.

Having my dick sliding against her feels like heaven. Her skin is so soft, and she’s fucking soaked. I slow my thrusts, focusing on adding more pressure as I drag my cock against her clit.

Having her crying and struggling underneath me has me so worked up that I’m already close to coming. And when she lets out a choked noise, I realize she is, too.

“Look at that,” I say tightly. “I bet you two don’t even have to hold her down anymore.”

Xander lets go, and so does Colton. Tears leak from Haven’s eyes as I push her into another orgasm. From the look in her eyes, she’s trying to fight it, but she’s not in control of her body right now. I am.

Haven screaming through her gag does me in. I push myself up and stroke my cock with my hand. At the loss of sensation, Haven slumps into the floor. Her gaze turns desperate at first, and then disappointed at the fact that I ruined her orgasm just as it was starting.

My cum shoots onto Haven’s bodysuit, and Xander lets out a low groan at the sight. He scoops some onto his finger and smears it onto Haven’s chest.

“Ours,” Xander mutters. “You’re fucking ours.”

As I finish, I stare down at Haven. She’s a mess—cum on her face, in her hair, on her tits. Maybe it’s because I’m still coming down from my orgasm, but I think this is the prettiest I’ve ever seen her.

More tears fall from Haven’s eyes, and I realize she’s having trouble breathing with the gag in. Colton must, too, because he pulls her into a sitting position and unbuckles the gag. She spits it out and heaves in a shaky breath.

“You’re okay, angel,” Colton says. “You’re okay.”

Easing in behind her, Xander undoes the cuffs and sets them on the floor. “You did well, doll. You were perfect.”

Haven is still too focused on breathing to respond. Hell, I don’t know if she even heard what Xander said. She’s seems too out of it, and that’s only proven when she lets Colton pull her into his lap. He rocks her back and forth until she sinks into him.

“I want Athelia,” she whispers.

With a sigh, Colton strokes her hair. “I know.”

“Please, Colt. P-please.”

“You know I can’t.” He kisses her forehead, his voice uncharacteristically gentle, especially considering what we just did to her. “She’s too close to you. That guy could follow her right to you.”

With a whimper, she buries her face in Colton’s chest and sobs.

“I know, angel,” he murmurs. “I know.”

Scooting over to them, I hold out my arms. “Here, give her to me, and I’ll get her cleaned up.”

Carefully, Colton transfer her into my hold. Really, I just want a minute alone with her to make sure she’s okay. I carry her to mine and Xander’s bathroom and set her on the counter.

Haven’s tears have mostly dried, but she’s still an absolute wreck thanks to what we did to her. Drool, cum, and tears coat her cheeks, and some of it has dripped onto her breasts.

“You okay?” I ask.

Sniffling, she nods.

“You know you’re allowed to say you’re not, right?”

“I know. Really, I… I’m all right.” Her eyes go unfocused for a second, like she’s thinking really hard. “I’m proud of myself.”

It’s a sign that this wasn’t a horrible mistake, which is a relief to me.

This was hard on her, I know, but I could see her determination to push through. It’s too early to tell if it helped her at all, but she’s not devastated or falling into an endless panic attack, so I’ll take it.

I push her hair back from her face. “I’m proud of you, too, little fawn.”

“Lucas,” Haven gasps.

The next thing I know, she’s grabbing my wrists and flipping my hands over, revealing the crescent moon shaped cuts in my palms.

I pull my hands away. “Happens sometimes. Don’t worry about it.”

Before she can grab me again, I turn away and snatch a washcloth from the linen closet. I run it under warm water and start wiping gently at Haven’s face.

“When did that happen?” she asks.

“Forget about it.”

“But—”

“Forget about it, Haven.”

She opens her mouth again, but the protest dies on her lips at my expression. As I finish wiping the cum off her face, her eyes fill with worry.

I can feel my muscles locking up, feel my walls rising quickly. My entire life, I’ve never been defined by who I am at my core. I’m a big brother. A protector. A football player. A bully. Those are the things that people think of when they hear the name Lucas Wilson.

No one thinks of the kid who had to hide the bruises his father gave him. No one thinks of the boy who spent hundreds of sleepless nights learning how to use a hex editor and studying computer programming and coding languages. No one thinks to question why I’m so protective of Rora and the people closest to me.

I’m a jock, so it’s impossible for me to have intellect.

To have feelings.

To have needs.

Because Lucas Wilson can’t have any weaknesses.

He isn’t allowed to.