His voice was still that sa cold clinical tone.
Like he was discussing the weather. Like he hadn’t just watched his brothers destroy her.
Lilith couldn’t move. Could barely breathe. Her whole body felt like one massive bruise.
She felt Nicholas’s hands on her, surprisingly gentle as he lifted her from the table.
"Can you walk?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"Then I’ll carry you."
He lifted her easily, cradling her against his chest, and carried her to what looked like a large leather chair near the fireplace.
He sat down with her in his lap, positioning her to straddle him.
"Look at ," he commanded.
She forced her eyes to focus on his face.
Those silver eyes were glowing. Bright and intense and completely unreadable.
"You’ve taken two of us already," he said. "How do you feel?"
What kind of question was that?
"Broken," she whispered honestly.
"Good." His hands moved to her hips, positioning her over his cock. "That’s exactly where I want you. Broken and desperate and completely at my rcy."
She felt him at her entrance. Felt the thick head pressing against her abused pussy.
"This is going to hurt," he said matter-of-factly. "You’re already sore. Already full of my brothers’ cum. And I’m going to add to that. You’re going to take anyway. Understood?"
She nodded.
"Words."
"I understand," she gasped.
He pulled her down onto his cock in one smooth motion.
She scread.
He was right. It hurt. Her body was so oversensitive that every inch felt like fire. But he didn’t stop until she was fully seated on his lap, impaled completely on his thickness.
"Breathe," he commanded.
She tried. Failed. Tried again.
"Good girl," he said. And hearing those words in that cold clinical voice did sothing strange to her. Made sothing in her chest twist.
His hands moved to her ass, gripping firmly.
"Now ride ," he said. "Show how well you can serve."
She tried to move. Her thighs were shaking. Her whole body was trembling with exhaustion.
Nicholas’s hands tightened on her ass.
"I said ride ."
She forced her body to move. Lifted herself slightly, sank back down. Again. And again.
Building a rhythm that was slow and agonizing and completely overwhelming.
"Faster," Nicholas commanded.
She tried. God, she tried. But her body had nothing left.
Nicholas’s patience ran out.
He gripped her hips and took over, using his strength to lift her up and slam her back down on his cock with brutal force.
She could do nothing but hold onto his shoulders and scream as he used her.
"This is what you are," he said, his voice never losing that cold edge even as he pounded into her. "A hole for us to fuck. A body to use. Paynt for your father’s cris."
Each word landed like a blow.
Each thrust drove ho exactly how little she mattered to them.
She was nothing.
Property.
Paynt.
"Look at ," Nicholas commanded.
She opened eyes she hadn’t realized she’d closed.
His silver eyes were inches from hers. Glowing. Intense. Completely focused on her face.
"I want to see you break," he said quietly. "Want to watch the exact mont you accept what you are."
His pace increased.
Sohow, impossibly, harder than his brothers had been.
His hands moved from her hips to her throat.
Not squeezing. Just holding. That familiar reminder of exactly how easily he could hurt her.
"Co for ," he commanded. "One more ti. Show that your body knows who owns it now."
His thumb found her clit.
Pressed down hard.
The orgasm hit like a lightning strike.
She ca screaming his na..... "Nicholas!" her whole body convulsing violently in his arms.
He kept pounding through it, prolonging it, his eyes never leaving her face as he watched her completely fall apart.
"Beautiful," he murmured. "Absolutely beautiful when you break."
He ca inside her with a grunt, adding his cum to his brothers’, filling her to the point where she felt it leaking out around his cock even though he was still buried inside her.
When he finally stilled, she collapsed against his chest.
Completely spent.
Completely destroyed.
Unable to move or speak or do anything except breathe.
Nicholas’s hand moved to her hair, stroking it almost gently.
"Day one," he said quietly. "Twenty-nine more to go."
The words landed like stones.
Twenty-nine more days.
Twenty-nine more days of this.
She closed her eyes and tried not to sob.
Eventually, Nicholas lifted her off his lap.
She couldn’t stand. Her legs gave out imdiately.
Sebastian caught her before she hit the floor.
"She’s done," he said, looking at Nicholas. "Completely wrecked."
"Good," Nicholas said, standing and adjusting his clothes like nothing had happened. "Take her to the room we prepared. Let her rest for a few hours. We’ll want her again tonight."
Tonight.
She didn’t have the energy to protest.
Sebastian lifted her easily.....she weighed nothing to him.....and carried her out of the main hall.
She caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror as they passed through the corridor.
Completely destroyed. Cum dripping down her thighs. Covered in marks and bruises. Hair a ss. Face tear-stained and wrecked.
She looked exactly like what they’d made her.
A used toy.
Sebastian carried her up a staircase, down another corridor, and into a room.
It was large. Comfortable-looking. A massive bed dominated the space.
He laid her on it gently.
"Rest," he said. "You’ll need your strength."
Then he left.
The door closed.
Lilith lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
She’d survived the first round.
Only twenty-nine more days to go.
She closed her eyes and tried not to think about how she was possibly going to make it through.
***
Lilith didn’t know how long she’d been lying there.
Ti had lost all aning after what they’d done to her in the main hall. She’d drifted in and out of consciousness, her body too exhausted to stay awake, her mind too traumatized to fully rest.
Every muscle ached. Every inch of her body throbbed with a deep, settled soreness that told her she’d been used thoroughly. Brutally.
She could still feel them inside her. Still feel the phantom sensation of being stretched and filled and claid over and over until she’d broken completely.
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