BREAK ME (Teased and Broken Book 3)

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to his ankles.  
    He had a half on and it was growing, but not from arousal.
    I flinched.
    He was bleeding from his cock. There was a black glistening fucked up pool of blood between his legs.
    His balls.
    Bloody welts.
    Everywhere.  
    My eyes filled with hot tears of rage.  
    “You sick twisted fuck,” I uttered, astonished staring aghast at Snake Father.  
    The vile man was running a long grey tongue along a belt. The one he had just used on Thorn.  
    He sighed happily, lashes fluttering as an expression of ecstasy claimed his ugly face.   He continued to indulgently lick the belt clean of Thorn’s cock blood. He deftly pulled the now clean belt through the loops of his black trousers.  
    He wiped his mouth on the back of his wrist. His black eyes grinned at Thorn. “I am going to take the ass you haven’t claimed yet, son. You don’t have enough power to stop me.   You never will, to truly protect those love. You need me. You stubborn, prideful little prick. After tonight, if you don’t deal with her, we will. We are going to fucking kill her Thorn before she kills you. This is the end of tonight’s lesson.”
    Snake Father strode toward me, a leer cracking his thin pale lips. He started unzipping his pants.  
    Hell no.
    I shook my head. There must be something I could do with my new-found awareness of my powers. I closed my eyes, desperately trying to locate the energy drift, the traces of my subtle influences and energies.  
      “Don’t touch my Elena!”
    Thorn’s voice was like thunder.  
    On the horizon, a screech.
I ignored it momentarily, feeling my lips part, a warmness flooded into my belly. I had found something.   Yes, I could control arousal, amplify it, but I could also make it work in the opposite manner.  
    I felt the energy of Snake Father. The ugly dark pulsating vibration of his stiffening organ being pulled from his pants.
    I smiled.
    It was a bit, forgive the pun, cock sure of me, but damn if Thorn and I were going down, I was going to humiliate the leader of this fucked up and misguided cult.  
    More screeching. My gaze travelled up.
    Ravens. A black seething cluster of them exploding through the trees.
Hope swelled inside my chest at the sight.
    Shit.
    They attacked Thorn.
    I saw them viciously swoop and peck, their claws ripping his skin apart.
    The rest of the black hooded figures milling around the spectacle laughed, pointing.
    Shit, shit, shit, why in hell were they doing that? What the fuck had gotten into them?
    “See Thorn?” Snake Father snarled. “You are already in the process of becoming your dark destiny. Not even your prized animal companions recognize you as their Raven King. You are an evil not even they can abide Son.”
    “Thorn!” I screamed helplessly.  
    The ravens were feral.
    They engulfed the man.
    I only saw his emerald eyes through the frantic mass.   They were flame bright and wide with terror.  
    Blood started splattering up across their sleek black wings.
    I took a deep breath.
    I wanted to reach out to them, to compel them to help him. Enchant them. Impress my will over theirs.
    But I had hold of the Snake Father’s sexual energy and I couldn’t afford to drop the thread yet. Not when I was so new at this. Well at deliberately doing it in any case.  
    I noticed Cale. The other black hooded figures pressed closer.
    “Come on dad, we’re ready for the show,”   Cale’s black lips lengthened in a truly unpleasant smile.
    I shivered.
    Fuck them all to hell.
    I closed my eyes, licking my lips.
    I started with focusing on Snake Father’s balls.
    His uttered a small hiss of dismay.
    I had shoved the things so far up inside of him I was pretty sure he was going to cough them up.
    He coughed.
    I licked my lips in anticipation.
    His eyes bulged. “What?” he croaked.  
    His hand drifted to his cock. “What are you doing to me whore?”
    He staggered toward me and pulled my ass cheeks apart with a violence that almost made me drop his

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