Page 20 of Wicked Games

Wilder let out a low grunt as he stills inside of me. His hand reaches around and his finger finds my clit. A few seconds later, my orgasm explodes around his cock, my walls milking him of every drop of his cum.

Exhausted, I fall forward onto my elbows. I look up at Ollie, who gives me the loving look that I crave from him.

“You did so good, chére, so good.”

And there it is. My heart flutters at his praise. “Thank you,” I whisper. Ollie leans down and places a kiss on my lips. His attention quickly shifts to the clock about the stove, then to his brother.

“Jus tell Beau dat da truck was havin’ trouble dis mornin’.”

Wilder pulls out, pushing my shoulder down so that my ass stays high in the air.

I’ve grown accustomed to having to keep things elevated after they come inside of me. They say it helps. Part of me hopes it happens soon. A baby here to keep me company when they are off doing things would be nice.

Listen to you, already so conformed to the idea of having these monsters children.

Pathetic.

Chapter 14

Ollie

Wilder and I both have the day off today. We take Marlowe out for a walk around the property, showing her all the nice hidden nature spots. Wilder carries food in his backpack for lunch, while I have "other" items for fun.

We find a pleasant spot near the outskirts of the river. Wilder unpacks the food and sets up a nice little picnic for us. Marlowe looks out at the water, her eyes narrow at every bubble that hits the surface. I smirk, knowing she is worried about gators again.

I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her back to my chest. “Nothin’ gon hurt ya wid us around, chére.”

Marlowe’s worry about alligators seems to fade away. She relaxes into my embrace, her hand resting on top of mine. “You’ve been so nice to me lately. Thank you, Ollie.” Her words of gratitude catch me off guard, and I can’t help but feel a warmth spread through me.

But I can’t let her misunderstand my quiet nature. I lean in closer, whispering in her ear, “You see, chére, bein’ quiet don' mean I’m always nice. Sometimes, it’s da quiet ones who hold da darkest secrets an’ hide da wildest desires. We unpredictable, but once we have someone in our grasp, dey ours forever.”

I hope my words don’t scare her, but I want to be honest with her. Today, as we explore the hidden spots on the property, I want to see if shetruly understands what she’s getting into. If she’s willing to embrace the darkness that lies within us.

Marlowe looks up at me, her eyes searching mine for any hint of deception. But instead of fear, I see a spark of curiosity and acceptance. She’s not running away; she’s willing to explore this side of us.

With a mischievous smile, I tighten my hold on her and whisper, “Get ready, chére. Today, we gon show you just how wild an’ untamed we can be.”

She takes a bite out of her sandwich and looks between Wilder and I, her eyes narrow. “What do you two have planned?”

“Finish up eatin’, baby girl. You gon need your strength for what we got planned.” Wilder says licking the juice from the orange that drips down his hand.

After we clean up our mess and pack everything away, I bring my attention back to Marlowe. “Alright, chére. You gon run again, an’ we gon chase ya. We be much further from da house now, but,” I turn her toward the direction of the house. “You make it back to da house and we’ll go easy on ya. If not, we gon use you da way we want to. Deal?”

“Deal.” Not a moment of hesitation.

“Run, baby girl. Run fast.” Wilder says.

As Marlowe disappears into the dense woods, a mischievous grin spreads across my face. “We not gon let her win dis time, Wild,” I say to my brother. “Let’s have a lil’ fun before she wid child.” We exchange a knowing look and set off after her, our footsteps echoing through the quiet forest.

The thrill of the chase fills the air as we navigate through the twisted trees and overgrown bushes. Branches whip against our faces, but we push forward, determined to catch Marlowe. The adrenaline courses through my veins, awakening the primal monster inside of me. The monster that’s yearning to cut into her delicate skin, to mark her, and make her bleed just for me.

Suddenly, I catch a glimpse of her ahead of us; her figure darting between the shadows. She’s quick, but we’re relentless. We close in on her, our laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves beneath our feet. Marlowe glances back, her eyes giving off a hint of fear and excitement.

She ain't afraid of us.

She should be.

With a burst of energy, Marlowe sprints towards the house, her shoes struggling to find traction on the uneven terrain. We pick up our pace, closing the distance between us. The anticipation builds as we approach the threshold of the house, the finish line of our game.

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