Free Web NovelChapter 52: We Have Broken Her, Brother, What Do We Do Now?
The second orgasm hit harder than the first.
She screamed, actually screamed.....as pleasure and pain ripped through her. Her pussy clenched around his fingers. Her whole body convulsed. He kept working her through it, relentless, drawing out every second of her release until finally she collapsed back onto the mattress, completely spent.
She was shaking.
Not small tremors, but full-body shaking. Her breathing was ragged, her skin flushed, her eyes glassy with the intensity of two consecutive orgasms.
Lucian pulled his fingers out slowly and moved up her body. He could see the marks on her from yesterday, her body was a landscape of his brothers’ brutality. But it was still beautiful. She was still beautiful.
He positioned himself at her entrance.
His cock was hard, dripping precome, desperate for relief. He guided himself toward her opening, pushing just the head of his cock against her entrance, preparing to slide inside.
"Just one more thing," he breathed. "Just let me...."
"Please."
Her voice was different.
Not the breathless, pleasure-drunk voice from moments before. Not the voice of a woman satisfied by two orgasms. This was a different voice entirely. This was a hollow voice. A broken voice.
"Please stop."
Lucian froze.
He pulled back immediately, looking down at her face. Her eyes were still open, but something had shifted. Something fundamental.
"It hurts," she whispered. "Please stop. It hurts so much."
The words came out flat. Empty. Like she was reporting facts rather than feeling them.
"What?" he asked urgently. "What hurts? Where does it hurt?"
"It hurts," she repeated, her voice becoming more hollow with each word. "Please stop it hurts, please stop it hurts, please."
The words started to repeat.
Again and again like a broken record. Her eyes were open but not seeing. Her body was still beneath him, unresponsive. Like the person inside her had simply... left.
"Lilith?" he said urgently. "Lilith, stay with me. Stay with....."
But she wasn’t there.
She was somewhere else entirely, caught in a moment he couldn’t reach, whispering those words over and over like they were the only words she knew. freёwebnovel.com
"Please it hurts, please stop, please it hurts, please."
Lucian withdrew immediately.
He pulled back and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her. She didn’t even seem to notice that he’d stopped. Just continued to lie there, whispering those words, her eyes staring at nothing.
Fear cripped through him.
Raw, primal fear.
His hand came up to his temple, and he sent out a mindlink to his brothers. The connection opened instantly, he could feel both of them, even though they were in different parts of the estate.
I think we’ve pushed her past her limits, brothers. She sounds broken.
Nicholas’s voice came through immediately, sharp and demanding.
Fuck! What did you do to her?
Nothing! Lucian snapped back. I haven’t even touched her yet! This is your handiwork. You and Sebastian. Now get here and fix your mess.
He closed the link and turned back to her.
She was still whispering. Still trapped in whatever moment had broken her.
"Please it hurts, please stop, please it hurts, please."
His heart broke a thousand times over.
The door to his room slammed open.
Sebastian came first, Nicholas right behind him. They took in the scene instantly, Lilith lying naked on the bed, whispering those words, Lucian sitting beside her with an expression of absolute fear and devastation.
"Fuck!" Sebastian said. "What did you do, Lucian?"
"I didn’t do anything!" Lucian snapped. "I haven’t even touched her yet! I was about to when she started sounding like this. When she became like this. This is you and Nicholas. Not me."
Lilith’s eyes turned toward the door at the sound of their voices.
"Please," she whispered. "It hurts. Please stop. Please, I will be good. Please, I’ll bend lower. Please don’t hurt me. Please, I’ll spread my legs wider. Please, it hurts. Please."
The words tumbled out of her mouth like she had no control over them. Like her mind had shattered into pieces and could only repeat this broken plea.
Sebastian moved to the bed.
He sat down beside her gently and called her name softly.
"Lilith. Lilith, it’s okay. It’s okay now."
She turned and looked at him, and her eyes were completely empty.
He picked her up carefully....., like she was made of glass, and brought her into his lap. She curled against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her like a baby. Like she was something precious and breakable and desperately in need of protection.
She continued to whisper against his chest.
"Please it hurts, please stop, please it hurts, please."
Sebastian looked at Nicholas, and his face was haunted.
"We have broken her, brother," he said quietly. "What do we do now?"
Nicholas looked at Lilith, at her broken form curled against Sebastian’s chest, whispering those words over and over like they were the only reality she had left. He rubbed his face with his hands and turned away.
The silence stretched between them.
Long. Heavy. Filled with the weight of what they’d done.
Finally, Nicholas turned back.
"We will send her back to her mother," he said. His voice was absolute. Final. "By the end of the week. Immediately."
Lucian’s head snapped up.
"No, no you can’t do that," he said. His voice was desperate. "We still have two more weeks. You can’t...."
"She is broken already, brother," Sebastian cut him off. His voice was gentle, but the words were crushing. "Do you still have the mind to fuck her in this state? Look at her. Look at what we’ve done."
Lucian looked at Lilith, at her shaking form, at her hollow eyes, at her broken whispers, and he couldn’t speak.
Nicholas moved to the bed.
"We will send her back at the end of the week," he said. "For now, take her to her room. Have Agnes take care of her. She needs to recover before we send her back to Shadowmere."
Sebastian nodded.
He stood up carefully, cradling her against his chest. She was still whispering, still trapped in her broken moment, unaware that anything had changed.
He carried her out of Lucian’s room and walked down the hallway toward her quarters. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
Behind him, Lucian and Nicholas stood in silence.
Each of them understanding, in their own way, what they’d lost in the moment they’d broken her.
