??BAD BOYS
DON’T HAVE
HEARTS??
《 Monsters aren’t born, they’re Made 》
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[# SEASON THREE
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By, ✿ฺ Author Indigo Raine ✿ฺ
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©Copyright 2023 [?? ℕ?? ℂ?ℙ? ?ℝ ℝ?ℙ???]
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Genre(s): Dark Romance, Forbidden, Mafia.
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Theme: Friends Are Never Your Family.
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[# Chapter Forty-Nine / ℝ?????. [Detailed explicit content with themes of BDSM up ahead, the scene believe involves three adults. Please do not read if you are not a fan anything stated above and DO NOT comment any foolishness.]
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“W-wait!” Meira suddenly stopped them. Two sets of eyes burning with insatiable lust made their way to her and narrowed quizzically. She gulped and continued. “Th-the two of you? At once?”
The males looked at each other quietly and nodded positively.
“Yes. We each took turns with you, so now it’s time for us both to rail you,” Ryat ran his tongue up her thigh, eyes not straying from hers for even a second. “Is there a problem with that?”
“N-no! It’s just…I-I’ve done that before,” she felt Neon’s creep up her arm and make its way to her throat. He grabbed it possessively, her pulse beating under the roughness of his fingers. He tilts her head back so she was looking up at him.
“Have you forgotten who you’re dealing with? It’s us, baby. We won’t hurt you, but if we do we promise to make it feel good. Just trust us, and enjoy the amount of pleasure we’re going to make you feel,” he squeezed her throat, briefly cutting off her air supply. Neon leaned over and kissed her lips ever so softly, Meira felt Ryat’s tongue slide up at down between her slick lips. She Mõ@ɲed into Neon’s mouth, her ćƖĩť throbbing – she tried closing her thighs but Ryat held them wide open.
“Snow, do you remember what I told you?” Neon pulled away and pushed her head down so that she could watch as Ryat ate her out. “I said that the next time we f-__-ked you’d give me a b|__wj_b. And you agree. Remember, baby?”
Meira attempted to grab Ryat’s head but Neon grabbed her wrists and pinned them next to her. Ryan threw her thighs on his shoulders as he focused on burying his t*ngue as deep as possible inside her little Çüñť. Meira turned her head, her body writhing and legs trembling each times she feels his t*ngue tickle her walls. She felt Neon hold her wrists together with one hand while the other cupped one of her br**sts, his mouth latching onto her neck hungrily and viciously. One was rough and the other gentle, the perfect balance had her wanting to Com already.
“Z-Zayde…” she threw her head back, groaning as she peered at the glamorous chandelier.
Her back arched high once Ryat slid one finger into her, he th-ru_sted it in and out then added one more as he covered her ćƖĩť with his mouth. The rigid tastebuds on his t*ngue brushing against her ćƖĩť – directly on top of it – with the feeling of her n!ppl3 being pinched and twisted had her Mõ@ɲing uncontrollably loudly. Shivers wracked her body as she grinds onto Ryat’s skilful mouth. He turns his finger inside her and curves them, making her eyes grow wide. She flinches with a soft cry and whimpers.
“R-ryat wait! Wait wait–” he slaps her thigh to shut her up and it worked. “Mmmh.”
“Want me to gag her for you?” Neon asks, his warm breath fanning her ear – he watched as goosebumps crept all oved her flesh and smiled.
“I’d be grateful,” Ryat removes his fingers and slaps her p**sy with them. “You’re so wet you’re flooding the sofa, baby,” he slaps her again and she whimpers. “Who’s Daddy good little girl?”
“Mmmh…”
Ryat bites into her thigh and she screamed. “Use your words, Little Dove. Daddy taught you better than this.”
“Answer him,” Neon hops over the couch and pinches her n!ppl3 real hard. Meira turned from side to side, head in a daze from all the pleasure she was being forced to feel.
“I-I am. I-I’m y-your g-good girl,” she gulps. “P-please.”
“Please what?” Neon kneels on the couch and unbuckles his pants. His long and thick Ç0çƙ bounces out of his boxer. “Your mouth is a distraction. Let’s keep it occupied,” he grabs her chin and brings her face forward.
Meira comes face-to-face with his monster Ç0çƙ, the bulbous head is blushing at her while pre-Com leaks from the slit. “Wh-what should I-I do with it?”
“Open your mouth, little girl,” he instructs, his eyes dark with desire.
A normal person would ask the question “why?”, right? Then again, for someone who let two psychopaths rail her on separate occasions normalness is far from her. Thus proven when she parts her plush pink lips to let him smoothly slide his veiny Ç0çƙ inside. His massive length sits on her t*ngue for a split second before sliding to the back of her throat making her gag instantly.
“Woah, Neon don’t go too fast,” Ryat warns with a chuckle, also undoing his buckle and bringing his pants down afterwards. “Remember she hasn’t done this before.”
“Sorry man, her mouth just feels so f-__-king good,” he slides back out and grabs his Ç0çƙ, slapping it on her lips and cheek before pushing back in. “Look at her,” he buries a hand in her hair at the back of her head, he looks at Ryan with a smirk.
“You motherf-__-ker,” Ryat glares at him then looks down at Meira. “I wish I cut out the eyes if everyone who gets to look at her. She’s so f-__-king beautiful, even with your Ďïčk in her mouth.”
“Amen bro,” Neon raised his hand and they did a high-five.
Meira was going to hold onto Neon’s thighs when her eyes widened, feeling something pushing into her tight p**sy. Meira looked over, unable to move her head only eyes, and saw that Ryat was th-ru_sting into. He spread hers thighs open and hooked one leg on his shoulder, that’s when their eyes met. She wanted to say something but felt her head being yanked backwards, the sudden roughness making a wave of wetness run out of her and soak Ryat’s Ç0çƙ.
“Eyes on me, baby.” Neon’s voice deepens, eyes darkening. He starts to slowly th-ru_st in and out of her mouth, somehow mimicking Ryat’s th-ru_sts, until both began going faster and harder.
Meira put one hand on Ryat’s stomach and as he f-__-ks her hard and mercilessly. As if punishing her for all the sins she’s ever committed. He ripped her hand on his abdomen and pinned it on the couch, meanwhile Neon worked her mouth as if she was a toy to him. She couldn’t think straight. She looked up at him throw her dark lashes with dazed eyes, a p**sy that was on literal fire, and butterflies being driven to brink of madness by her ex-Stepbrother’s th-ru_sts. Neon has his Ç0çƙ in her throat, in and out while she instinctively bobbed her head. The boys were using her body as if she was a doll for their pleasure, and she had no intention of stopping them.
“Oh, f-__-k!” Neon cursed, throbbing his head back, Ryat growled right next to him and grabbed Meira by the throat. “Snow, c’mon, make Papi come.”
Meira helplessly looked up at Neon, tears coming out of her eyes from how he was working her mouth and jaws. He slid his Ç0çƙ out of her mouth and slapped her cheek with it, making her close her eye. Moans immediately filled the room from how hard Ryat was ramming into her.
“Ah! Ah! Mmh –Ryat!” she cried out even though her mouth was tired. He squeezed her throat tighter and ignored her noise, instead going even harder. “Ah! Oh, God!” she grabbed the couch back. As usual, it felt so good she swore she passed out from the pleasure at one point, but at the same time it hurt like hell.
One thing about the Bloodlust Bastards; they don’t go back on their words.
“C’mon, focus,” Neon turned her head. “I want you to s**k my Ďïčk, and you’ll do it properly.”
Meira couldn’t answer due to the maddening 0rg@zm Ryat gave her. She reached her high with a loud cry and closed her thighs. Her juices sprayed onto Ryat’s Ç0çƙ and abdomen as he kept f-__-king her until he pulled out. Heavy loads of Com sprayed unto her stomach, some hitting her face.
Meira whimpered, but they weren’t done, and Neon still hadn’t come. She was made to change positions, this time on the couch with her a** in the air and Ryat behind it.
“L**k it,” Neon ordered.
Meira didn’t answer, she ran her t*ngue over the head of his Ç0çƙ and down his length. Earning a sharp hiss from Neon, his grip tightened on her hair – making her scalp ache. “Good girl, now I want you to s**k the head, and if I feel any teeth I’m gonna make sure Ryat leaves you in a coma.”
“You can count on me,” Ryat affirms and slaps her hard on the a**.
Again, she did as told and took the mushroomed head in her mouth. S**king and l**king it all at once. “Such a good girl,” he pushes into her mouth and her eyes roll over on cue. Ryat had gone on his back and pulled her down to sit on his face. Her p**sy now in his mouth and his t*ngue sliding into her warm Çüñť to show off its ski||s. Meira Mõ@ɲed and grinded on his face, burying one of her hands in his hair as she s**ks on Neon’s Ç0çƙ without him telling her what to do.
“La putita de Papi,” Neon holds onto the couch while his other hand remained in her hair. “Oh, man, this $h|t fit feels so good,” he groaned, pulling harder on her hair.
Meira’s Mõ@ɲs were swallowed by his th-ru_st’s, while she found herself slightly bouncing on Ryat’s face. He was eating her so good, it was too much for words. And soon, she came all over his face while Neon groaned and came in mouth.
“Swallow it,” he yanked her head back and forced her to look into his eyes, they were lustful yet menacing.
She did as told and opened her mouth for him to see, satisfied he released her hair and let her body drop on the bed limply.
Yet, they were not done with her.
Ryat and Neon’s eyes met, the devilishly looks they wore said everything their mouths needn’t to.
“Dove,” Ryat cleaned her Com off his face and kissed her lower back.
“Snow,” Neon caressed her cheek.
“We’re still h0rny,” they chorused.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Meira comaplained.
“So who’s going on the bottom? Let’s do Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide,” Neon grinned at Ryat.
”You and your crap,” Ryat rolled his eyes and did the game with Neon, which he surprisingly won. “I owe you as a** whooping after this, okay c*ke head?”
“Ho*s be mad,” Neon winked and sat on the couch, pulling Meira on top of him. “Baby girl, have you ever heard of double penetration before?”
Meira looked at him, her p**sy rubbing against his Ç0çƙ. “N-no. What is that?”
“We’re gonna f-__-k you together,” Ryat simply says, positioning himself behind her.
“Wait, what?” Meira’s eyes widened as they raised her body. Each male drowning their Ç0çƙs with the lubricant Neon had prepared beforehand. “W-will it hurt?” over the years in their absent, her new family had brought up the topic of all three having s*x – well except Syahla.
Katniss had told her Ryat and Neon would be f-__-king her at the same time at some point in their three-way relationship, but she didn’t believe. Now it’s happening. You’d think she would be frightened – but she’s excited and curious all at once. How does it feel to f-__-ked by two men?
She was about to find out.
“Dove, we need your consent for this,” Ryat says from behind, one hand on her hip and the other holding his Ç0çƙ. “If you say no, we’ll stop, but if you say yes we’re going to proceed, alright?”
“Please say yes.”
“Shut up, Neon.”
“Why don’t you make me, bird brain?”
“I’m gonna make you swallow your words, but not now, after I Com again.”
The two glared at each other then looked at Meira expectantly, she slowly found herself nodding. All playfulness and games went through the window. Ryat slid his Ç0çƙ in first, and since his could hardly fit her wonders how two of them would. At halfway in it was Neon’s turn, he began to th-ru_st in his Ç0çƙ that was soaked in lubricant.
Meira gasped and sunk her nails into his shoulders, the boys comforted her with their words immediately. Neon pushed deeper and Meira’s head dropped on his shoulder, her ćƖĩť throbbing painfully. He pushed in until he was at the same place as Ryat, and then both trusted in deeper until they could go no further. Meira was drooling on Neon’s shoulder, physically present but mentally somewhere else. Her n!ppl3s were as hard as stones and she was wetting Neon’s thighs with her arousal fluids.
The two of them were inside her. She touched her stomach, she felt so full it was indescribable.
“Little Dove,” Ryat kissed her ear. “Are you okay?”
“Maybe we should, I think it’s too much for her,” Neon massaged her hip.
“Mmmh… No,” Meira said. Regaining consciousness and sitting up, she fell back into Ryat’s arms. “I just needed time to process this.”
“…does that mean we can f-__-k you into a coma now?”
“Neon!” Ryat glares at him and he pouts.
“I just wanted to know.”
“Shut up.”
“Wh@ťěver.”
“Boys,” Meira touches her stomach. “I feel pregnant.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll be carrying segztuplets soon,” Neon l**ks throat and she Mõ@ɲs. Ryat’s hands come around and cups her br**sts, massaging them like dough and rolling her buds around.
Meira’s Mõ@ɲs soon grew loud, almost screams when they both began to th-ru_st into her while they groan and leave no part of her untouched. They l**ked, s**ked and bit every part of her skin as much as they could – ensuring that once they were done f-__-king her braincells out anyone who laid eyes on her would know she has owners. The two Ç0çƙs buried in her were almost scraping against her walls, sending the butterflies in her stomach in a confused frenzy. Her br**sts bounced and her ćƖĩť’s throb synchronized with the instense raising of her heart.
“Oh, ah, ah,” she threw her head back on Ryat’s shoulder. Neon took the opportunity to kiss her while Ryat’s kept playing with her succulent br**sts. Her walls tingled and tears made their way out of her eyes, a tight knot formed in her stomach. “I’m gonna, I’m gonna, oh God!” she threw her head back and cried out to him.
“Calling out to God while sinning? That’s cute,” Neon s**ks on her neck.
“We own you, Meira Kameron, and never forget that. Your body, your soul, your mind, your thoughts, your every Mõ@ɲ and 0rg@zm belongs to us.” Ryat reminds her darkly. “You are ours. Consider this as a marriage, Little Dove.”
“Till d**th do we part,” Neon licks her shoulder blade and Meira grips his hair, her other hand clawing at Ryat’s shoulder. “Well done, Mrs. Garciá-Hamilton.” he said in a strained voice, he too soon releasing but this time not pulling out.
Following closely behind is Ryat coming inside her Çüñť while growling in her ear. He l**ked Meira’s cheek which had tears running down it. “We love you. Baby girl. From now till forever more, and even d**th we still own you as much as you own us.”
“I… Love… You guys… To…” Meira passed out instantaneously from the soul-snatching round of s*x she just had with not one, but two men.
She fell asleep tiredly on Neon’s shoulder while he and Ryat panted. “Pretty sure she won’t be able to walk tomorrow morning.”
Ryat chuckled and got up, carefully sliding out of Meira. His Ç0çƙ was glistening in her wetness. “She’s not supposed to.”
“You sick devil,” Neon laughs and pulls out, then gently lays Meira beside him while putting his Ďïčk back inside his pants. “You gonna clean her up or should I do it?”
“I’ll do it, you go clean up,” Ryat covered Meira in his jacket and scooped her into his arms. “Meet me upstairs in the bedroom when you’re done.”
“Well, if you insist,” he stands up and rolls his shoulders back. “d@mn, she stained my pants. I paid almost six hundred thousand dollars for this suit.”
“That’s cheap,” Ryat winked before leaving with her.
Neon threw an empty bottle of lube at his head which he ducked and missed. “Go d** in a hole!”
“Sure thing,” Ryat laughed as he heard Neon leaving. Secretly thanking God he didn’t immediately jump to conclusion when he saw the picture. Upon closer inspection, it wasn’t Neon.
He knew it wasn’t.
Neon has tattoos on his neck, and that person didn’t. They look the same, but are not – even the shoes are different. Ryat has noticed that Neon never wears shoes without gold at the bottom, and that person had red-bottom shoes. It wasn’t him and he couldn’t be more happy. However, it doesn’t change the fact that someone out there who looks like his dear friend Zayde k!lled his Grandmother. He needs to find out who it is and remove them from the earth. Permanently.
As soon as he reached the room he dropped off Meira on the bed and was about to go shower when his phone rang. He checked the caller ID.
It was an unknown number. Scrunching his brows he answered and heard a familiar voice that sent chills down his spine.
“Carnage. My old friend, how long has it been?” the person said.
Ryat’s heart dropped. It was one of the old members of the Bloodlust Bastards – Satan.
“Shocked? Well, you should be. This isn’t a friendly reunion Ryat and I hope you f-__-king know that. You r@ped, dismembered, and fed my mother to Lions. Watch your back, Ryat,” he seethed in anger over the phone, “I’m coming for you,” the phone beeped as he hung up the phone.
So many questions ran through his mind, but the only one he could say out loud was–
“How is he still alive?”
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