All Yours Daddies (by Mirabella) novel Chapter 6

SARAH

“How do you know that? Are you watching me?”

He chuckles, a rich sound that has my nipples turning to rock hard pebbles.

“Why does it matter? You want me to.”

“I don’t…”

“I see you like your gifts.”

“You’re insane if you think that.” I manage a retort. He sounds so relaxed while I’m fighting hard not to show any symptoms of my arousal.

They were all fucking crazy, and it made me so fucking horny.

“Oh? Am I?” He laughs again.

“You’re telling me you didn’t think of the Diamond choker around your neck, the lingerie on your sexy body, and the handcuffs binding your hands while we take turns to fuck you?”

I part my lips to speak, but no words come out.

“You saw it, didn’t you? Ronan in your pussy and Malachi in your ass while I fuck your mouth.”

Shit.

I saw it then, and I can see it now. I reach for my pussy with my right hand. While he speaks, I sneak my fingers into the shorts of my PJ, spread my legs open on my study chair, and slowly rub my clit with my fingers.

“Fuck, kitten. What are you doing?”

I say nothing, but I smile. I can make this torture for the both of us.

“Don’t do it. Don’t make us come over there and fuck you right in front of your husband.”

My left hand reaches for the buttons of my shirt. I pop three buttons open. My breasts are on full display so he can see from wherever he’s watching.

“Jesus, Sarah.”

I squeeze my right breast hard, stifle a moan and close my eyes while pushing myself forward. His voice alone is enough to give me so much pleasure.

“Touch yourself kitten. Show me all the places you like…”

“Sarah?” Aaron’s voice echoes from afar.

My eyes shoot open, and I end the call with immediate effect. I turn to my window to fasten my buttons, before rushing to the door of my steady. My cheeks are probably flushed, but that’s none of his business.

Aaron narrows his eyes on me.

“You had three deliveries tonight. What were they?”

The nerve of this man.

“Work stuff.” I reply curtly.

He attempts to peep into my study, but I stand in his path.

“Your whore came all over my office desk and you didn’t bother to clean it up. Can I at least have one room in this house that you haven’t insulted?”

My words stop him from probing further. He grunts and turns away from me. I watch him head to the staircase.

Good. He has some decency left in him.

I close the door and return to my chair. I came here to get some work done, but I can think about is being fucked by them while Aaron is strapped to a chair and forced to watch three men more powerful than he’ll ever be fuck me at once.

Ronan in my ass cause he’s the biggest, Malachi in my pussy, and Jaxon in my mouth.

Fuck.

I close my eyes and sneak my fingers into my shorts as I picture it.

I hope they’re all watching wherever they are.

I think of Ronan’s hands around my neck as he fucks me from behind. The sound of my ass slapping against his thighs as he fills me up with his huge veiny dick.

I’m wet. So fucking wet.

I imagine Malachi’s hands digging into my hair as he guides me up and down his cock until I’m begging for my life with my eyes. I want him to suffocate me, to ruin my ability to breathe properly. I want Jaxon so deep in my pussy I have to scream. I want Malachi to slap me across the face with his dick when I do that. But that’s more Ronan’s style.

I want…I want…

My middle finger is buried deep in my pussy as these thoughts fill my mind. I can feel myself about to…fuck!

Faster. Faster. Fuck. Yes. Oh goodness. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be this horny for my brother’s best friends.

But damn! I squirt all over my hands, shorts, and the chair I’m on. My right hand falls to my side. I close my eyes as embarrassment floods my cheeks with hot red waves.

Did they see that?

As if on cue, my phone screen lights up with a message

“If she wants us to help, she’ll come to us. Besides…”

I’m interrupted by the sound of Sarah’s screaming. My eyes return to the TV screen, and my fists roll into balls beside me immediately.

The motherfucker has his right hand behind Sarah’s head as he grabs a fistful of her hair and pulls it. His left hand is wrapped around her throat, and tears run down her eyes as she chokes.

“Whoever is sending you these things thinks you’re a cheap slut. It’s not even real diamonds you fucking bitch. You think you can embarrass me? You think you can make me look like a fool?”

“You wanted this,” she cries out.

“You said you wanted to open the marriage. I can fuck anyone I want to…” she is silenced immediately his hand crashes against her left cheek, sending her towards the ground.

“I can’t watch this.” Malachi hisses and rises to his feet.

“I can’t watch this if I don’t get to kill him at the end.” I can feel his eyes rest on me.

“Say the word, Ronan. Say the word and we’ll tear his limbs apart and feed it to the dogs.”

Violence wasn’t always the answer. I had plans to deal with Aaron—whatever the fuck his last name was, but I knew enough about women to understand that it was pointless making a move they didn’t want you to make.

He lunges at Sarah and she manages to kick him in the balls, jumps to her feet and runs. We can no longer see her once she’s out of the room, but Aaron falls to the ground as he screams and holds his balls. I make a mental note to cut his penis off when the time is right.

I hiss and turn the TV off, unable to take anymore of the bullshit.

“Kevin will kill him if he ever hears of this.” Jaxon seethes.

“Not if we have the pleasure of doing it first.” I say, and they both turn to me.

“Sarah was always ours. She just didn’t know it yet. But she will. And when she finally understands, she will no longer run from us.” I rise from the couch and tuck my hands into my pocket.

“Tonight, we remind her that she’s not alone. That her husband is a dead man walking.”

My brothers do not look pleased. Honestly, neither am I. But we cannot do anything without arousing suspicion. Even if we were to call the authorities, how would we explain ourselves?

Sure, we could send our men over there and deal with the fucker, but would Sarah want that?

“Our little kitten will be home soon, and once she is...” I pause.

“Protecting her will be our responsibility after that,” I tilt my head towards the TV screen. The image of Sarah crying while being held against her will flashes in my mind, my tongue turns bitter.

“And we’ll do it by any means necessary.”

His screams will be the last thing she ever hears from him.