Page 57 of Broken Pieces

With my hand that's not covered in come, I grab her hair and lift her head up. Her bottom lip trembles as she waits for what comes next.

I hope she’s feeling sick to her stomach not knowing what that might be. She needs to know how it feels to be left completely helpless. To be left behind in the dark when the light of your life vanishes.

With a palm full of come, I tap her cheek and start smearing it all over her mouth and nose. She whimpers and whines as I cover her in it then I feel her tongue lapping at my palm as I move it over her mouth, like the thirsty little bitch she is.

“I knew it,” she gasps as I take my hand away, my grip on her hair tightening.

This is meant to be our way of getting back at her, but she’s winning the game too easily.

Mad takes her from me, his own come-coated fingers threading through her hair as he holds her head higher. With his other hand, he grabs her throat massaging the come in there until all of her neck is marked by him.

He doesn't stop there though.

Pinching two fingers over her nose, he waits for her to open her mouth. Once she does, he quickly moves his hand shoving four fingers in deep making her gag and lick him clean.

When he’s done with her, he pulls away and her head drops down.

“Thank you,” she sobs.

I take a deep breath and bite my tongue.

This girl was already buried deep under my skin, but every time she surprises me it’s like another part of her connects deeper inside me.

I can feel her hammering away at the stone I've had to encase my heart in, but she’s not getting through to it that easily.

Before we say or do anything that’s not part of the bigger plan, I grab a pair of scissors from the desk in the corner and cut her ties,leaving her blindfold still on. Then I toss them aside and grab her shirt, wiping my hands clean on it before tossing it to Mad who does the same with a huge grin on his face.

Violet lies there, so still. I’m not sure if she’s just too exhausted to move or she’s waiting for us to leave first. She's a gorgeous sight like that, her plush body glistening with our come.

I open the door and Mad steps out first.

“Please, let me see you again,” I hear her quietly say behind me.

My hand tightens on the door handle and I look back over my shoulder.

She’s still waiting there.

This is the moment where she could get up, remove the blindfold herself and look straight at us, but she doesn’t.

As fun as the game is to not have her see or hear us, a part of me wants her to fight so hard that she ruins it all.

She’s had so many chances to come back to us, yet she’s still not taking them. I thought she wanted us almost as much as we want her, but for some reason she won’t just claim us for herself.

Looks like we’ll have to do all the claiming for her.

Walking back into the room, I snatch up the pile of towels that are on the side.

I’m not going to do something stupid like take her clothes. That would mean we risk other people seeing her naked, but the least she can do is walk back to her room covered in our come.

17

Violet

My plan to draw my stalkers out worked.

It was a dumb plan, one I wasn’t really comfortable with in the first place, but I was sure they’ve been following me anytime I left my dorm.

Apart from a few harsh texts now and then, they hadn't approached me since saving me from James. I couldn't handle not knowing if they were getting bored of me or not. So I had to act.