Cruel Kings by Skye Knight

12

Camilla

Corey’s arm wound around my waist, pulling me against him as he forcibly crashed his lips against mine. I fought against him, my fists beating against his bulging biceps, but my efforts had absolutely no effect on him.

He held onto me with an iron will, his tongue pushing deep inside my mouth. While I struggled against him, I felt someone lowering the zipper on the back of my dress.

A cool draft skimmed along the naked skin of my back, making me shiver. Next moment, I felt someone’s heated touch along my shoulders.

Even though I was locked in a kiss with Corey, I could tell it was Caleb who was sliding my dress off my shoulders.

I wanted to fight him off too, but all my strength seemed to have waned on fighting against Corey.

Tears seeped through my lashes as pain and rage flared inside me.

How could they gang up on me like this? They were so good to be me only a few days ago! What changed to make them suddenly hate me this way?

I felt the dress pool around my feet. Caleb’s skin felt hot against my navel as his hands roamed all over my body, coming up to cup my breasts.

I’d craved their touch from the moment they held me last night. My body shivered and trembled from Corey’s kiss and Caleb’s hands stroking me.

My mind screamed for them to stop though. I liked them but I didn’t want them touching me so intimately when all I could feel was their hatred.

I barely controlled the moan that escaped me when Caleb’s hand entered my panties. No, I screamed silently, unable to take his invasive touches on my body anymore.

I bit Corey’s tongue and renewed my struggles, finally managing to push him off me.

“The fuck?” Corey hissed, his dark strands falling into his emerald-green eyes. His finger lightly touched the tip of his tongue. A smear of blood appeared there.

“What the hell are you fighting for?” Caleb whispered in my ear, his fingers stroking my pussy lips. “You’re so wet for us. Why do you keep lying, Milla? You want us.”

“I don’t!” I screamed, struggling to get out of his hold but failing. Caleb’s muscular arms were like thick bands of iron around me.

Unbreakable. Unshakeable.

My gaze swung around the room, looking for an escape, and landed on Noah. He leaned against the door, watching Caleb squeezing my boob while his other hand stayed firmly inside my panties.

“Why won’t you stop him?” I asked in a broken voice. “Make him stop.”

“Look at this,” said Caleb, pulling his hand out of my panties. A string of clear liquid dripped down his finger. “She’s hungry for our cocks but keeps lying about it.”

“You need to be taught a lesson, Milla,” Noah said in a grim tone.

How could he look so unaffected when his brothers were touching me against my will?

He walked past Corey and came to stand before me. Gripping my chin, he leaned in so he could look into my eyes.

I winced from his painful grip but glared back at him.

“You will never lie to us,” said Noah. “I hope you understand because we’ll make sure to drill the lesson into you.”

“Enough of your bullshit!” I shouted. “Tell your brother to let go right now or I’ll scream.”

Corey chuckled, flicking a dark lock away from his eyes. “Go ahead. Scream for your momma. She’ll be so proud to see you working your magic on the rest of us.”

Pain lanced through me.

My mom was dying. All she wanted was a safe place for me to call home and people to call family after she was gone. How could she bear to see me in such a state? It would break her.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I felt completely helpless.

“Why do you hate me so much?” I asked, looking up at Noah’s icy gray eyes.

His grip on my chin was so hard I was afraid he’d break it. “Hate doesn’t even begin to describe what we feel for your mother and you.”

My eyes widened. “I don’t understand. This is the first time she’s meeting you.”

“Yes,” said Noah, releasing me. “This is the first time she’s meeting us but she was with our father when she shouldn’t have been. Your mother’s the reason ours died of a broken heart.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Your mother’s the whore that seduced our father during a time when our mom needed him the most.” Noah’s venom-laced voice sent a cold wave rushing through me. “You’re a smart cookie, Milla. I’m sure you’ll pay back your mother’s debts.”

He walked toward a chair and sat down, crossing his legs comfortably. Fishing out his phone from inside his jacket, he held it up, facing it toward me.

“Go for it,” said Noah, looking over at Caleb.

“No,” I breathed as panic rushed through me. “Don’t be so damn reckless, Noah!”

“I’ll send the clip to you,” said Noah while Caleb slid the straps of my bra off my shoulders. “You can share it with your mom if you want. She’ll be so proud.”

Corey stepped forward, his hands grabbing onto my bare breasts. “You’re all-natural, sugar,” he whispered, licking his lips unconsciously. “Such a treat.” Bending down, he swiped his tongue over a pebbled nipple.

“Time to lose this too,” said Caleb from behind me. Next moment, the sound of tearing fabric erupted in the room. My panties were torn to shreds, baring me to them completely.

Caleb’s fingers coaxed along my pussy lips, rubbing over the sensitive nub that sent shivers through me. I didn’t want to think how pleasurable it was to have him rub circles over my clit while one of his fingers was slowly prodding inside my wet folds.

This was molestation. No, it’s rape, my mind screamed.

There was no escape for me. I couldn’t even shout for help.

Mom couldn’t see me like this. Brian couldn’t see me like this.

The whole thing was shameful. Degrading.

Would they even believe me if I told them I was forced into this situation? Did victims ever get a voice? Noah, Corey, and Caleb would claim I was the one who seduced them.

While Mom would believe me, what about the rest of their household. What about Brian? Would he trust me over his sons?

Camilla Brown and her mom lived on the wrong side of the tracks. They were so poor, they’d willingly whore themselves to the Amhurst men. The mother got senior Amhurst while the daughter seduced the three sons. Such whores! That’s what everyone would say about us.

The truth was so easily warped when filthy rich bastards like them were involved in a case like this.

“Don’t cry, sugar,” Corey said in a gentle voice. Glancing up at him, I caught a glimpse of regret in those green eyes. He swiped a thumb over my cheek and then, brought it up against his lips and tasted my tears.

“Don’t let those fake tears get you,” said Caleb in a strained voice as he rubbed his cock’s head against my pussy. He’d dropped his trousers already, preparing to impale me.

My boyfriend back in high school broke up with me before we could be intimate together. His parents moved to a different state and he had no choice but to follow.

He’d promised he’d visit me again. He’d promised to be the first guy to enter me.

Men lie, I realized as Caleb suddenly thrust inside me.

My eyes widened from the flash of pain, the sudden feeling of fullness, uncomfortable and achy. I gasped, all my breath leaving my body as he penetrated me deeply in another swift thrust.

“What a tight pussy,” Caleb grated through clenched teeth. “Fucking perfection.”

My knees shook, nearly making me fall to the floor but Caleb’s arm around me was like a supportive vice. He held onto me, making sure I stood hunched against him while he pounded mercilessly inside me.

There were no sweet words. Nothing to soothe away my pain and trauma.

Corey played with my boobs, kneading them and sucking them in his mouth.

I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. How did I go from helping Corey Amhurst to being raped by him and his twin brother?

My gaze was fixed on the young man sitting in the corner. His beautiful face was a mask of cold cruelty. He held the phone steady, capturing my humiliation without flinching.

A strange kind of pressure built up deep inside me. The pain of Caleb’s rough penetration disappeared, replaced by a heightening sense of pleasure.

My eyes squeezed shut tightly. I didn’t want to feel any kind of pleasure from such a humiliating, inhuman act.

And yet, my body trembled, erasing all thoughts from my head as pure fire exploded through me. I cried out, my knees trembling from the powerful impact as Caleb pounded inside me.

“Fuck! She’s gone tighter,” Caleb groaned.

“Get her on her knees,” Corey’s voice was rough with need.

As the momentary intensity subsided, I was able to open my eyes.

Corey’s trousers were thrown aside and he stood before me with his cock in his hands. Each stroke made his thick dick lengthen and harden.

Caleb’s hand fell on my shoulder, forcing me to my knees. The thick carpet on the floor cushioned my knee caps but it was little consolation when Corey prodded my cheek with the swollen tip of his cock.

“Open up, baby,” he said in a husky voice. “Let me feel that sweet mouth on my dick.”

“Get away from me!” I shouted, glaring up at him while his brother groaned uncontrollably behind me.

Corey leaned down, grabbed a handful of my hair, and tugged hard, forcing me to cry out. The moment my lips parted, he shoved his cock in my mouth.

His cock slid smoothly between my lips. Hot, angry tears rolled down my cheeks as he thrust his hips against my face while his fingers firmly held onto my hair.

“Come on, angel,” Corey said with a rough grunt. “You can do better. I know you can.”

He thrust in deeper, his tip sliding into my throat. I nearly gagged but there was no relief or a way to protest as his cock filled my whole mouth.

I glared up at him, watching him steal his pleasure from my body.

If I ignored Corey that night and let him die, would this still be happening to me? I wondered. Deep inside, I knew the truth of who I was. It didn’t matter who it was under the helmet that night. I’d have saved them.

That’s who I was.

My kindness brought me nothing but hate and agony, but I didn’t do it to receive anything in return. I simply wanted to help a stranger.

Would I do it again? Go out of my way to help someone? I asked myself.

Yes, you would, my mind whispered. If you could help someone, you always would. That’s who you are and that’ll never change.

A kind of peace settled over me. My body suffered from their hateful rage but my mind stayed intact as both Corey and Caleb’s movements grew harder, faster, and more desperate.

They both roared out at the same, reaching the peak of their pleasures while my body trembled from a mix of pain, shock, and pleasure.

White-hot liquid exploded deep inside my pussy and throat.

Corey pulled out first, leaving a trail of thick, creamy semen on my lips and chin. Caleb stayed buried inside me, holding my hips with a bruising hold.

His body shuddered against mine as he thrust inside me one final time, emptying himself completely. He gently pulled out of me and let my naked body fall to the floor.

I curled into a ball, still getting used to the saltiness of Corey’s essence on my tongue. My insides burned. Caleb hadn’t bothered being gentle.

A deep exhaustion came over me, leaving me incapable of moving.

My humiliation deepened. I couldn’t even stand up on my two legs and gaze into the eyes of my bullies.

“What’s that blood on your dick, Cal?” I heard Corey’s voice over me.

“Fuck me,” Caleb groaned.

He kneeled down beside me, staring at me with wide eyes. “You’re a virgin?” he whispered.

“Not anymore,” I said in a low pained voice.

“Noah?” Caleb sounded almost lost.

“You guys should wash up and go,” Noah instructed. “I don’t want her mom coming up here to find her. Distract them for a while. In the meantime, I’ll clean up here.”

I stayed on the floor, no longer caring about anything else. Noah probably wanted to threaten me to stay silent but he’d be wasting his time.

There was no way I’d ever let Mom know what they did to me. It was neither her nor Brian’s fault. I wouldn’t let their beautiful relationship be destroyed over this.

I suddenly felt like I understood Brian. He was probably aware that his sons were monsters, breaking and destroying everything and everyone that came onto their path.

No wonder he hid me and my mother from them for so long.

I closed my eyes, no longer listening to their voices. All I wanted was to be left alone so I could gain back some strength to get myself off the floor and treat the bruises on my battered body.