𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅

chapter eight

Zeke

I lifted myself off the mattress, catching my pants by the foot of the bed before hastily putting them on.

"Your Highnesses, you're leaving already? How about we go for round four?" The blond girl complained as she propped herself up using her elbows. She sat up, naked and sweaty, with semen still dripping down her chin.

Drakkar and Zander completely disregarded her presence as they started getting dressed. She caught me glimpsing her way, and her eyes lit up, thinking she'd changed my mind. I almost wanted to pretend I had. Who the fuck did she think she was?

She faked a pout when I rolled my eyes before looking away. I thought she would get the hint that her work was down, but she had different plans in mind. She crawled toward the edge of the bed, coming closer to me. Her bony cold sticky fingers glided up my bare chest, a seductive smirk covering her lips. She yelped in surprise when I smacked it away, turning my back to her.

"Why are you not answering me? Your Highnesses are always coming to seek pleasure from me. Doesn't that entitle me to some kind of respect?" She asked, and I caught Zander's hands clenching into tense fists as he took a large inhale, already fuming. I smirked. This was going to be good.

Girls were all the same. They offered their bodies to us out of their own free will. But the second I finished fucking them, they asked for the sun and the moon, without knowing they didn't even deserve a fucking piece of dirt.

Whores like her all thought they were special because they made us come, thinking we had a fucking bond now. The only bond I had with them was when my cock was buried bone-deep in their loose pussies. They all thought they would be able to change me, making me love them. Love was bullshit, didn't exist. It was for the weak.

Drakkar pulled his undershirt over his head and sent me a glare. I chuckled, buckling my pants. We kept quiet while we finished getting dressed, not wanting to engage in any way with the girl while she kept lecturing us.

"Drakkar, Zeke, Zander! I'm talking to you! Why the fuck are you ignoring me? You guys are assholes and—

My eyes snapped to hers as did my brothers. She froze, moving backward, fear gripping every inch of her body. Her eyes were wide in terror as she realized what she had done. Zander stalked toward her, and she tried to crawl away until her back hit the headboard. She looked at the three of us absolutely terrified.

He yanked her by the hair, throwing her off the bed onto the ground by our feet. She screamed in pain, starting to cry. Zander watched her with an impassive expression as he reached into his boot, and pulled out his favorite dagger.

"Who the fuck do you think you are to call us by names?" Drakkar asked with a lethal calmness that sent her into a full-on meltdown, weeping loudly. I sighed, rubbing my temple, aggravated by her existence.

Something inside me felt pleased as I eyed the fat tears dripping down her face like beautiful raindrops on a window. The redness around her eyes and her body shaking in terror made a smirk appear on my face as I turned to face my brothers. There was a morbid satisfaction knowing one had such an effect on somebody.

"F-Forgive me, y-your H-Highnesses," she wailed as she crossed her arms over her chest as if there was some dignity left in her to hide. She moved to stand on her knees as she looked up into my eyes, and I smirked.

Zander lowered his dagger to her neck. She could barely take a full breath as her chest hyperventilated. He pressed the blade into the skin, and she winced, sobbing louder as blood trickled down her ivory skin.

"We should help you remember your place, don't you think Drakkar?" I turned to my older brother, who sent me a look I knew all too well. He never liked doing this but he tried to hide it. I had learned to enjoy it over the last nineteen years after our father forced us to learn at three years old. I'm glad he did, he was right, we needed absolute submission from everyone.