Page 6 of Fix You

I turned my face away into the shroud of my hair so I wouldn’t have to look at him. The next thing I knew his fingers tightly gripped my waist, causing me to yelp. He picked me up and deposited me on top of the wide marble sarcophagus belonging to my great-grandfather who had started the Kavanaugh clan.

When I tried scooting on my butt to scramble back away from him, he shook his head with a grin. “The harder you fight me the harder my cock gets.”

His words froze me mid scramble. I wanted nothing to do with giving him any pleasure. Licking his lips, his hands grasped my shins, and dragged me back towards the edge of the sarcophagus. “I have been jerking off to the thought of your pussy for years.” He flicked out his tongue to lick up my cheek. “Now I get to see if the real thing is as good as the fantasy.”

His coarse words sent tears spilling over my cheeks. I’d imagined words of love and kindness spoken to me during my first time. Maybe even sinful words that lit me alight with desire.

But now I was Alice falling through the looking glass.

Oisin then shoved the hem of my skirt over my waist. His fingers clawed into my thighs, causing me to flinch in pain. My sobs gained momentum as he tore my underwear off. Any moment I waited for my older brothers to burst in and put a stop to the nightmare surrounding me.

But they didn’t.

With Oisin’s palm against my breastbone, he shoved my back down onto the cool marble. As he started unbuttoning his pants, I turned my head to see Father forcing Eamon into place at my right side while Kellan was at my left. With their heads tucked to their chests, their eyes stayed trained on the ground.

My hands flailed off the edge of the marble, desperately seeking theirs. When my skin connected with theirs, I held tight to them like a lifeline in a raging sea. At the feel of Oisin’s hardness probing my entrance, I pinched my eyes shut and clung to Kellan and Eamon.

When Oisin slammed into me, my mouth popped wide in a scream that never came. It was like the breath had been knocked from me. When air finally reentered my lungs, my brain registered the trauma between my legs.

Tearing

Ripping.

Burning.

I couldn’t escape from the physical trauma. A fissure began in my battered psyche. One that gained momentum with every harsh thrust of Oisin’s. For self-preservation, my mind threw a white flag of surrender and retreated from the harrowing present into a precious memory of my childhood.

When I opened my eyes, I stared past Oisin’s head to the crashing of the waves behind him. Kellan and I each had one of Eamon’s arms, and we were swinging his tiny form between us. His joyful screeches and our laughter replaced Oisin’s grunts in my ear.

The salty tears dripping from Kellan’s cheeks onto mine were replaced with the refreshing spray of ocean waves. We playfully tossed Eamon into the shallow water. Since he was only three, we didn’t dare take him far into the ocean.

When he surfaced, his giggles came in watery sputters. He then splashed the both of us. Kellan and I laughed while splashing him back. “Dunk her, K!” Eamon shrieked.

With a wicked grin, Kellan tried dragging me farther into the water. Usually I loved to submerge myself in the salty depths. As I floated along with the world tuned out, I would stare up at the cornflower blue sky in absolute peace.

But today fear snaked its way down my spine. I didn’t want to go under. I felt if I did I would be surrendering to a watery grave. Shoving him away, I started fighting my way back to the shore and safety.

But I only took a few steps before pain rocketed between my legs. It was so severe that my body doubled over. When my eyes could focus again, a scream tore from deep within me at the sight of blood streaking down my legs. My shaky hand slid up the wet skin of my inner thighs. Staring down at my fingers, I registered something else besides the blood.

Then someone was at my side in the water, sweeping me up into his arms. At first, I didn’t register that it was Kellan. His voice was much deeper and his appearance so much older than it had been when we’d first started in the water. “It’s going to be okay, Maeve,” he wailed, his chest rising and falling in harsh sobs.

“It hurts,” I wept as we sloshed through the water.

“I’msorryI’msorryI’msorry,” he murmured into my ear.

Eamon joined us, but he wasn’t small anymore. His deep voice startled me in Kellan’s arms. “We’ll make it right. I swear to God, we’ll make it right.”

By the time we reached the shore, an inky darkness had snuffed out the bright day. From the shadows, Callum appeared at our side with Quinn and Dare. Shouts of anger echoed around me. Mam’s screams of despair. Her hands on my face. Her tears on my cheeks.

At the bang of a gun, the waves overtook me, and I sank under.

Chapter One: Raphael

Present Day

“This is fucking torture,” I groaned into the ear of the leggy blonde currently gyrating her voluptuous ass against my crotch.

For the last ten minutes, Blondie, with her red-come-fuck-me-Louboutins and a scrap of a dress, had been dry humping me on the floor of my club, Inferno. Both the sexual tension and the mass of bodies had sweat running in rivulets down my back, causing my black dress shirt to stick to my body. My cock strained in my briefs, desperate for more than tortuous friction.