Shattered (Koa #5)

17. Lila

Chapter 17

Lila

A sher spends some time cleaning before he joins us up front for supper. Bane and Jared sit at the desk while I sit on the sofa with my plate in my lap, enjoying a generous helping of wings and salad. I laid Asher’s plate on the sofa beside me, and once he joins us, I lift it out of the way so he can sit down. His version of a thank you is knocking his shoulder against mine and stealing the plate from me, which makes me chuckle.

“So, Lila, how’d you get involved with these two boneheads?” Jared asks.

“Not by choice,” I say, nearly making Bane spit out his food.

“Lila’s our neighbor. She didn’t appreciate our music choices at all hours of the night,” Asher says.

“No one likes it during the day, either,” Jared says .

“Yeah? How would you know?” Bane asks.

“Because I’ve spent many hours in a tattoo shop with you lot, and your taste in music is garbage. The peace today was so nice for a change.”

“That was Rocco and Rooney’s music, asshole,” Asher says.

“Liar, we all listen to the same shit,” Bane says, and he flicks a fry at him that misses and hits me in the nose. It lands in my salad, and Asher reaches over to snatch it and stuffs it in his mouth.

“How long have you known these guys?” I ask Jared.

“Too fucking long. God, it’s been what, ten years? Back when Bane was just a receptionist, and Asher was Rocco’s apprentice. I used to go to Rocco, you know.” He motions to a couple of his tattoos, one being a pattern of lines and triangles in black and another that looks completely abstract.

“Different artists, different styles,” Asher says.

I smirk at him. “Yeah, I can keep up.”

He nods in realization. “That’s right, I forgot, you used to be an artist.”

“How do you used to be an artist?” Bane asks.

I shrug. “I haven’t picked it up in ages.”

“Show me the sketchpad I gave you,” Asher says, elbowing me in the side.

“The one I moved?” Bane asks. He reaches under the desk and pulls out the same one. He must’ve moved it when he laid out the food. Instead of passing it over, he opens it, and his eyes widen. When Jared looks over his shoulder, his do, too.

“Wait, this is yours?” Bane asks. “I thought it was Asher’s. Did you freehand all this? ”

“Yeah?” I say, confused.

Bane shakes his head. “Bitch, you’re an artist.”

He tosses the pad over, and Asher catches it mid-air. When he opens it, he has the same reaction of disbelief.

“You’re serious? You freehanded this?”

“Yes! Why does no one believe me?” I ask with a laugh.

“Because that butterfly is perfectly symmetrical,” Asher says. He shows it to me, pointing to the wings and how they match.

“Yeah, so?”

“Do you have any idea how fucking hard it is to freehand symmetry?”

“No?”

He chuckles, further examining the others.

“I want that mountain,” Jared says.

I never really took my art seriously. It was always just a hobby. But listening to Neela and all these guys compliment me makes me realize that maybe I shouldn’t have. Maybe I should’ve pursued something in the arts instead of nursing.

Once we’re all finished eating, Bane gathers the plates and utensils, disposing of them, before sitting back down with Jared. He pulls out his phone to show Jared something as Asher’s hand clamps down on my thigh through my dress, stealing my breath.

“What are you guys looking at?” Asher asks. There’s some amusement in his voice, as though he already knows the answer.

When I look over at Jared and Bane, they watch the phone with such focus that they don’t even hear Asher’s question. That’s when I realize.

“Asher… ”

His grip on my thigh tightens, and when I panic and try to throw myself to my feet, he drags me back down, and I fall into his lap, straddling his good leg with my back to his chest. He holds me tight, breathing hot air into my ear.

“Jared wanted to see your video, so they’re watching on my phone.”

Suddenly, my heavy breathing fills the room, and my heart practically stops. The more I tense, the tighter Asher pulls me against him until I find my body sinking against his as my clit rubs against his leg.

“And she sent this to you?” Jared asks in disbelief.

“A happy accident,” Asher says. I can hear the grin in his voice as he speaks.

“Asher…” I growl.

“Don’t fight it, Sunshine. You can pretend, but I know what you really want.”

They turn off the video after the sound of my orgasm rips through the shop, and I find myself staring into space, unable to look any of them in the eye.

“Jared, come over. Let’s show you her pretty new tattoo.”

While Jared and Bane step away from the desk to join us on the sofa, Asher begins to slide the bottom of my dress up my legs, and I stop him.

“Feeling shy, little whore?” Asher asks.

“Asher, knock it off!” I fight.

“Would you rather I leak your video?” he asks.

My body betrays me as pleasure blooms through my core, and suddenly, Bane is sitting beside us, his hand clamped onto my arm .

“Ash…” I whimper as fear pulses through me, along with something else entirely. That’s when he brushes my hair from the back of my neck, and his lips are on me.

My entire body caves against him as his lips brush against my neck, making a full-body shudder run through me. When he clamps onto the back of my neck with his hand and brushes my dress strap away so he can sink his teeth into my shoulder, I let out a gasp that they can all hear.

“Come on, Sunshine,” he says, breathing against my neck. “You know the drill by now. You don’t have to be shy. All you have to do is admit that you’re a dirty little slut, and we’ll let you go. It’s as easy as that. It’s just the four of us here; you can tell us. Tell us what a dirty little slut you are.”

My head spins as I’m overwhelmed, and I shut my eyes, breathing deeply. It takes me time to decide whether I can handle this.

But in the end, I know I want it.

“No,” I growl, as menacing as I can manage in my state. “Screw you.”

“You’re gonna regret that, Sunshine.”

When I try to squirm out of his grip, he grabs both my arms, holding me still, and when I try to wiggle off his leg, it only stimulates my clit, making me moan, and the guys chuckle at that.

“I’ll hold her so she doesn’t squirm. Bane, show Jared her new tattoo.”

I hold my breath as my dress is pulled up. Bane yanks it up over my whole body and wraps the front around the back of my neck, leaving me completely exposed except for my thong, and it’s not much. As I struggle, Asher manages to lock both my arms behind my back with one of his, and he tangles his other hand in my hair, pulling back and forcing my face up towards the ceiling so I can’t see them.

But I can feel them. The cover is still on my tattoo, and I feel a warm set of fingers trace over it before brushing over my breast. Then my nipple is being rolled between two rough fingers, and I whimper.

“What a pretty tattoo between some pretty little titties,” Jared says.

“Let go of me!” I growl.

The hand releases from my nipple, and I realize it must be Jared’s.

“No, no, you can touch her as much as you want,” Asher says. “She acts like she hates it, but you’ll see, her cunts about to flood my leg.”

“He’s right,” Bane says, and suddenly, a hand slides into my thong, and a rough finger slips between my pussy and Asher’s leg, and I can feel the moisture.

“Soaked as usual?” Asher asks.

“Yep,” Bane says before I hear the sound of him sucking his finger clean. “Tastes good, too.”

Two fingers slip between the waistband of my thong, and suddenly, it’s dragged off my legs with a trail of fluid. Two strong hands force my legs apart.

“Is she on birth control?” Jared asks.

“Yeah, you can come in her. Unless Sunshine wants to say those magic words.”

“Fuck you!”

“Not the right words, Sunshine,” Asher says, teasing. “Go on, Jared, take your cock out. You can fuck her. ”

I swear I nearly faint, listening to Asher whore me out. Before I know it, I feel a cock at my entrance, and the little extra at the top confirms there’s a condom on.

They’re fucking with my head.

Asher doesn’t relent from his hold, forcing my head back. I shudder as Jared enters me, and to my surprise, I find his cock doesn’t fill me enough.

I want more.

“Fuck, Ash, she feels incredible, you lucky asshole,” Jared says as he begins to pump into me. My core tightens furiously, clamping down on him.

My head spins as Jared fucks me in Asher’s lap. He’s rough as he pounds into me. When he slows, my quaking chest begins to tighten.

“I think she can handle some more cock, don’t you?” Bane asks.

“I think so, too. Gimme a second, will you, Jared?” Asher says, his breath on my neck making me shiver.

Jared’s cock is removed from me, and suddenly, I’m lifted a little off Asher’s lap, and I feel his pants being pulled down, probably by Bane. Once his cock is free, he lowers me onto it, sinking into me inch by glorious inch.

“Fucking soaked, dirty little cunt. Let’s see if you can take it up the ass.”

“What!?” I squeak.

“Unless you can’t handle it. Unless you’re ready to admit you’re my dirty fucking whore.”

When I refuse to fold, I’m lifted off his cock, and then I feel it against my asshole. I try to keep myself relaxed as he slowly breaches my hole, being considerate enough to go slow and steady. I feel myself fill more and more until I’m resting on his lap again, his cock nestled tightly inside me.

Then Jared spreads my knees, his cock lining up with my entrance. I let out a groan of pain as he enters me again, stretching and filling me like I’ve never felt before.

“Goddamn, fuck she’s tight with her ass filled!” Jared says. He begins to pump slowly and steadily, making me screech with pleasure and pain that has nowhere to go except out my mouth.

“Bane, I think she needs her mouth shut,” Asher says.

I have no idea what he means until my hair is released. When I look forward, Bane’s pants are off, and he’s standing on the sofa with a foot on either side of Asher’s legs, above Jared, with his cock staring me in the face.

Holy. Fucking. Crap.

Bane bends down to grab my chin between his harsh fingers, his eyes burning into mine.

“Don’t fucking bite me, cunt.”

“You’ll regret it,” Asher adds, tightening his lock on my arms.

I give a slight nod of understanding before my lips are forced open, and Bane’s cock enters my mouth.

Feeling this full has my head spinning, overwhelmed. Asher releases my arms long enough to wrap his around my chest, locking my arms at my sides but crowding me even further. I focus on the feeling of him beneath me as Bane and Jared begin to thrust.

My whole world explodes, and I find myself sinking deeper and deeper into my mind and body as I’m used and abused. Asher doesn’t move, his cock anchored tightly in my ass, providing pressure, but no friction, which I think would really do me in. He lets Bane and Jared pump into me with abandon.

When my core begins to tighten, I gasp around Bane’s cock, and he chuckles above me as tears start to drip down my cheeks.

“The little cunt’s gonna come soon,” Asher says, and all three men laugh.

They fucking laugh.

“Dirty little bitch, loves to be used like the slut she is,” Jared says.

“She’s crying,” Bane laughs.

A furious contraction rips through me, making me growl around Bane’s cock, and suddenly, my mouth is flooded with his cum. I have no choice but to swallow it, or I’ll choke, and I’ve never felt more violated in my life. That thought pushes me off the cliff and into the fire, causing me to clamp down on Jared, and he roars simultaneously.

When Bane pulls out of my mouth and jumps down, Jared follows, removing himself from me. Then Asher comes last, lifting me off his cock and back onto his lap. As tears drip from my eyes, I have the urge to hide, so I remove my dress from my neck and arms and turn around on Asher’s lap, burying my face in his shoulder. As giant sobs wrack my body, he wraps his arms around me.

“Is she alright?” Jared asks worriedly.

When I nod against Asher’s shoulder, he answers for me, his voice tight with blooming anger. “She’s overwhelmed, she’ll be fine.”

When Jared sits beside us, Asher’s hold on me tightens.

“Should I stay?” Jared asks.

“No. You’ve had your fill. I’ve got her. ”

I can’t see anything, but I can feel the tension in the air, which seems odd. Asher just whored me out, and suddenly, it’s like he’s angry about it.

“Text me later so I know she’s fine,” Jared says.

“Will do,” Asher says, a little gentler.

Bane speaks up after I hear Jared leave and the door shut behind him. “You good, man?”

“Fine.”

Bane chuckles. “Jealous?”

“Shut up and help me get her home to bed, and then you’re leaving. I’ll take it from there. You’ve had your fill, too.”