Impressing the Clients

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Mason's POV

It's as if crooked nails fucking clawed my chest when I sat beside Paula as she told her doctor about Ian. That motherfucker will definitely have to pay for what he did.

She's ours.

The meeting with her doctor went pretty well. She opened up to us, enlightened us where she came from even if it scraped her long concealed wounds. I applaud her strength.

Her doctor was actually pretty good. I liked him, he's very platonic towards my little girl. I even considered coming to him personally and secretly to cater Paula's needs in the future. She fucking did above and beyond my expectations, this could be a way to thank her and somehow reciprocate the pleasure she has given me and my brother. I knew I was definitely not gentle and careful with her before, I must somehow try new things for her sake.

Right after our meeting with Dr. Boone, Marco led Paula to the dining room for dinner.

"Marco, I just ate!" She complained to him but he didn't paid any attention to her. He just carried her and then she looked at me while I walked behind them. I just gave her a knowing smirk that tonight will be fucking great for her.

Marco dropped her on one the chairs and we both sat across her. We loved watching her, it was a manner we developed since we got obsessive with her.

"Eat, you'll need it," I told her as I ate the food on my plate too.

"I want my head fixed, not get fat," she rolled her eyes at us. If we were not in this fucked up situation right now, I would've bent her down at this table and slapped her tattooed ass. But I can't, I had to be gentle. We both had to. I was left with nothing but readjust my awakened cock.

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As we finished dinner, I didn't waste anytime and dragged her up my room where we'll all stay for tonight. I lightly dropped her to the bed, she laid there embarrassed.

I gently hovered on top of her, stared into her gorgeous eyes. "Why are you embarrassed?"

"Look at me, I'm fucking hideous. I can barely feel half of my fucking face," a thin lining of tear formed around her good eye.

"Don't you fucking say that. I'd fucking take this gorgeous busted face any fucking day than any other in the world. This will heal in time," I lightly ran my fingers on her swollen face and she flinched a little, "but corrupting your mind that you're not worth anything because of it is fucking unacceptable."

If only she knew how precious she was to us. Her injury only magnified our need to protect her. To take care of her. Fuck, we're completely hypnotized by her.

She didn't give me an answer. Instead she pulled me down so our lips would touch, and that was more than enough for me. God, she's so fucking delicious, I've had her many times now and I still can't get over it. She moaned against my mouth and I took the chance to let my tongue reach for hers. I had always used my dominance on her but this time, I tried my fucking best to let her lead. It stings to not take control but I had to, it's better to have her this way than not at all.

I soon detached from her, my eyes never leaving her flawed yet perfect face. She wanted more, her doe, 'fuck me' eyes were driving me crazy. I stood up and stripped. Marco did as well. She looked so fucking turned on with what she's watching.

"Take me, daddies," she pleaded and started touching herself against her visibly wet underwear, Marco and I palmed ourselves at the magnificent sight.