"YOU ARE OURS. OURS. STOP TRYING TO LEAVE US, WE WERE PROMISED YOU FROM BIRTH YOU HAVE TO BE OURS." Tyler growled cornering me and pinning my arms above my head. "p-please Tyler, I-I don't wa-want this-this life!" The three boys looked at me with dark eyes, I squirmed and looked away.
"OURS." They all growled putting their lips somewhere on my body to kiss, "Ours forever."
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Kings of Europe, the three DeMarouse brothers. Possessive, cruel, ruthless, demanding, controlling and heartless. All these describe the brothers, when sweet young Abigail Thompson is promised from birth to them. Nothing can stop them from keeping their little angel, even if they have to threaten the ones she holds dear.
Abigail Thompson, sweet, naïve, caring, innocent, and submissive everything a man in her world would want; although sweet young Abby comes from a family of peasants, only her father and he left alive, her father owes a big debt to the Kings.... He has for years, so when Abby is born she is promised to be the queen to the DeMarouse brothers.
"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck.
"I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me.
"What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin.
"Who cares."
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Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things.
- YOP