All Chapters of The Lycan Brothers' Willing Toy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind me. My forehead broke out in sweat as I walked deeper into the room. The brothers were seated on the bed, watching me. They pulled their face up in an expressionless mask, giving me blank gazes. There was no way to know what was going on in their minds at that moment. I stood in front of them, nervously tugging my gown. The silence dragged on, with none of them saying a word. My eyes went to Blue before they drifted to Fred. The talkative brother didn't make any snide remarks as he watched me. I craved to hear him sneer at me, mock me as he told me just how soft I was and how they would break me. I wanted to hear them yell at me for going against their words. Anything but silence. It was uncomfortable, adding to my nervousness. I swallowed, waiting for them to say something, to ask me to strip, but no command came from them. They just watched me with their eyes narrowed, and their mouths pulled in a grim line.I inhaled sharply. M

“Spread those legs,” Blue commanded when he got to my side. It was then that I saw the toys he was with. A vibrator? I didn't even bother looking at the others because I only glued my eyes to that one.“What are you doing?” I frowned, glaring at the thing in his hand. “Spread your legs, Bella. You are in no position to question us,” Fred snarled, his voice sounding bitter. I gulped. Having him call me Bella instead of Bunny made me feel so… I can't describe it, but I didn't like the feeling at all. I did as he asked. Holding tight to the handle, I stretched my already spread legs until it was at its limit. I blushed when their noses flared. Without hearing them say it out loud, I knew what was going on in those heads of theirs. I was wet. Despite the fear of death and pain, I was fucking wet! What fool would be excited? Fred took something from the bundle his brother brought and approached me, his face pulled into an expressionless mask. There was no glint in his eyes, no smirk,

BLUEFred tied her hands and feet to the bed, so she wouldn't reach out to touch herself. He occasionally fingered her, leaving her whenever she was on the verge, and repeating it all over again. Though seeing her in agony excited me, I felt sorry for her, knowing what she must be going through.'You don't have to make such a face, brother. You were the one who brought this idea!' Fred accused, narrowing his eyes at me. Bella panted on the bed, tired and begging for relief. 'But —' 'Don't give me that shit. And don't start acting like a saint. Who was it that wanted to fuck her raw and brand his name on her pussy with a knife?!'I looked away from him, knowing he was telling the truth. After the call we had with her this afternoon, I almost went mad at the thought of another man touching her. She might be our toy, but that never meant we wanted other men to look at her, to leer at her with those disgusting eyes of theirs. I wanted to go on a killing spree, gorging out the eyes of

BELLA“How have you been coming along with your task?” The director asked, cutting right to the chase without beating around the bush. He laced his fingers, his gaze on my face. I gobbled, squeezing my fingers. Feeling his stare on me scared me shitless. “… Good.” “Good?” He raised an eyebrow. “What have you gotten on them so far? When are you having an interview with them?” His tone was normal, but my poor heart thought he was yelling at me. I gulped. This was like sitting on a hot seat. My throat felt dry, and my palms were sweaty. Hot perspiration trickled down my left ear. “I'd only gotten to learn a few things about them, like their names and preferences. I don't know when I will get them to agree to an interview. The brothers are the most secretive men I'd ever met.” Getting an answer from them always cost me my ability to walk normally. It was like pulling the teeth of a crocodile. They were always tight-lipped about anything related to them. Aside from how good they were

BELLA"Do whatever you want, I will be out here waiting for you." Those were the words he said to me those nights ago when he carried me to the bathroom so I could relieve my bladder. It seemed like something was wrong with the brothers. I couldn't pinpoint what it was. They seemed to have changed. Most of the time, they didn't use their toys on me, fucking me as gently as they could. I felt like there was a calm before the storm, but couldn't understand what was happening. So far, I'd gotten enough about them. Though they were still elusive about where they came from, I got to know more about them, from their favourite food to their favourite colour. It had been 3 weeks since the director gave me the 31-day grace, and I was still thinking of how to make them agree to a recorded interview. We would start with an audio record before we moved to the video. Knowing how weary they were always with things like this, I knew I had to get them to agree. Five days before the grace I was