Chapter 122 pt 2
**Cassius**
As the sun begins to set, casting a golden glow over the palace, we make our way to Avery's room. We tell Draven to go tend to himself and Rory, and that we only wished to talk to Avery. We stand outside the door, our faces set, as I raise my hand to knock. Avery, who's been sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes red and swollen from crying, looks up as the door opens. We step inside, our faces unreadable, as we close the door behind them.
I step forward, his eyes locking with Avery's. "We've been talking," he says, his voice low. "And we've decided that... we're willing to forgive you."
Avery's eyes widen, and she starts to speak, but Clint holds up a hand, his eyes flashing with warning. "But," he says, his voice firm, "there are conditions. You need to understand that what you did... it hurt us. It betrayed our trust."
Avery's shoulders sag, and she nods, her eyes filling with tears. "I know," she whispers. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to..."
"We know," Conner says, his voice gentle. "But apologies aren't enough. You need to show us that you're willing to make amends."
Avery's eyes flick between us, her heart pounding in her chest. She knows what we are asking, what we want from her. And a part of her is terrified, but another part... another part is aroused by the prospect. We step forward, our eyes locked on Avery's, as I speak. "We're going to show you a night of passion unlike any you've ever experienced," I say, my voice low and seductive. "We're going to take you, all of us, and we're going to make you scream our names until dawn." Avery's breath hitches, her eyes widening as she takes in the implication. She knows what the offer is, what we want from her. And despite her fear, despite her shame, she feels a spark of desire ignite within her.
Clint steps forward, his hand reaching out to grasp her chin, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. "Are you ready to submit to us, Avery?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. "To let us take control, to let us show you what it means to be truly dominated?" Her eyes flick between tus, her heart pounding in her chest. She knows that this is her chance to make amends, to show us that she's willing to submit to our will. And as much as it terrifies her, she knows that she wants this, needs this.
"Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I'm ready."
My brothers and I exchanged a glance, our eyes flashing with approval, as we began to move towards her. I step forward, my hands grasping her shoulders, as Clint and Conner move to stand behind her. She shivers as my hands begin to roam over her body, his touch firm and possessive. Clint's hands join his, their fingers intertwining as they begin to undress her, their movements slow and deliberate.
Conner, his eyes locked on Avery's, reaches out to grasp the hem of her tattered gown, his fingers brushing against her skin as he begins to slide it down her body. Avery shivers, her eyes closing as she feels the cool air on her skin, as the fabric pools at her feet. She stands there, naked and vulnerable, as we begin to undress, our eyes never leaving her body. My leather armor, which I wore in case she needed me on that mission, falls away, while Clint's jeans and jacket slide to the floor. Conner, his eyes locked on Avery's, began to unbutton his shirt, his fingers moving slowly. Avery's breath hitches, her eyes widening as she takes in the sight of our bodies, our desire for her palpable in the air.
My hand reaching out to grasp her hip, my thumb brushing against her skin as I pull her towards me. "Get on your knees," I command, my voice low and dominant.
Avery's eyes flick between us, her heart pounding in her chest, as she slowly lowers herself to the floor. She kneels before us, her eyes downcast, as I come forward, my cock already hardening in anticipation. "Suck it," I command, my voice firm. "Show us what you can do."
Avery's eyes widen, but she doesn't hesitate, reaching out to grasp my cock, her fingers wrapping around the thick shaft as she begins to lick and suck, her mouth moving slowly up and down. Clint and Conner move to stand behind her, their hands resting on her shoulders as they watch, their eyes flashing with approval. I know she feels a spark of desire ignite within her as she sucks my cock, her mouth moving in time with my groans of pleasure.
"That's it," Clint murmurs, his voice low. "Take it deep, Avery. Show us how much you want it." Avery moans, her eyes closing as she takes my cock deeper into her mouth, her throat constricting around the thick shaft. She feels a sense of power, of control, as she pleasures me, as she hears my groans of pleasure, which amuse me.
But we are not content to let her dominate for long. Conner steps forward, his hand grasping her hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he pulls her head back, exposing her neck. "On your hands and knees," he commands, his voice low and dominant. Avery doesn't hesitate, moving to position herself on the floor, her hands and knees supporting her weight. She feels a shiver run down her spine as Clint steps forward, his cock already hardening in anticipation.
"Spread your legs," he commands, his voice firm.
Avery complies, her legs spreading wide as she presents herself to them. She feels a sense of vulnerability, of exposure, as she waits, her heart pounding in her chest.
My hand reaching out to grasp her hip, my thumb brushing against her skin as I position myself behind her. "Ready?" I ask..
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