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She tries to kick at me when I use one hand to pull my cock out of my

tux pants. I don’t even need to stroke myself. I’m already rock hard and

ready for her. She twists her upper body, trying to flip over on the bed, and

as much as I love her lush ass, I want to see her eyes when I take her. I want

to see my cock swallowed up by her tight little cunt. I have to savor it

because it’ll be the only thing on my mind until the day I die. I will be

utterly consumed by this moment, and I need it imprinted on me. I line my dick up to her opening and grab her hips, but she’s fighting me

the whole way. I growl out her name as the head of my cock pushes inside

her and I feel rage run through my whole body when Thomas and Rylan

each grab one of her arms, holding her down on the bed, spread eagle. I want to growl at them for touching her, but my need wins out first and I thrust hard all the way inside her so I’m leaning over her body. “Get the fuck off her, don’t touch her!” I roar and that’s the only thing that conceals her scream as I break through her virginal barrier. Neither of them listens, and her pussy feels entirely too good around my cock for me to fully focus my rage on them. When she goes limp, they let go of her arms, but they stay on the bed next to her. Rylan moves his hand to stroke her collarbone, and Thomas cradles her head in his large palm, using his other hand to rub the tears away from her cheeks. I don’t miss the way both of them are hard, but I can’t be bothered to care right now. I don’t give her time to recover. I pull all the way out and slam back inside her and her tits bounce with the movement. Her head is tilted to the side, and she’s no longer fighting me. I pull back out and then thrust harder than the last time. I want some kind of reaction from her, but she’ll give me nothing. I feel a sense of dread filling my chest when I look down at my dick, still halfway inside her, stretching her pussy to its limit, maybe even past the limit. It’s covered in her blood and that should turn me on. I’ve thought about it so many fucking times it’s pathetic, but it doesn’t. I’ve ruined her chances of leaving me, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I’ve ruined her completely. I broke her and all that I am staring at are the little fragmented pieces that my

rage left in its wake.

“Get out. Both of you. Get the fuck out,” I rage at my brothers, and I

hate the way I can hear the panic in my own voice. I know they hear it too,

and that’s the only reason they obey my order. I watch as Rylan leans down

and presses a kiss to her forehead before he gets up off the bed. He doesn’t

look at me, and I don’t fucking care if he’s mad at me. I know I fucked up. I

know she’s hurt, but I can’t bring myself to pull out of her body and break

the connection we have right now, even if she hates me for it. “It’ll be okay. We’ll have your back,” Thomas tells me. I can hear what

he isn’t saying. I hear the disdain in his voice. He’ll have my back because

he has to. If I go down for this, they do too. He’s mad at me for how rough I

was with her, which is fucking laughable because he’s no better than Rylan

and I are. He’s done most of the same fucked up shit we have. He likes

them willing though.

“I don’t give a fuck, just get out and lock the fucking door behind you,”

I tell them, pulling all the way out of Penny.

“We’re going to talk about this and if I find out you hurt her–” Rylan

starts when he gets to the door, but pauses when I shoot him a glare. “Go ahead, fucker. Finish that sentence. Tell me what to do with my

own sister,” I snap, and she shakes his head because he thinks if he pushes

me right now, I’ll go twice as hard on her. “We’ll cover for you,” he finally

says with a sad tinge in his tone before he exits and pulls the door shut

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